Attaboy. I'm back, children. Did you enjoy my loooooooooonnng break from writing? Yeah, typed this up on my mom's phone. ; u ; ENJOY ME GUSTA
Oh oh. And. Homework comes first. Did you know that? Alrighties, bye. Thanks to all your reviews! Here's something more cheerful to lighten up your spirits. :)
Hey, I DON'T OWN Soul Eater. -_- Got it?
They told him that they'd put her in the spangliest outfit they could find. Then they dragged Maka off to Death City Mall to buy her a so-called spangly swimsuit. A trip to the beach should be normal, but the residents and students of Shibusen thought otherwise, being located so far off from the ocean, so it was a large occasion that Lord Death giddily organized and packed the members of Spartoi gang in "just for fun.
"Frankly, Soul thinks they're making an altogether too-large clamour for just a tiny vacation. True, weapons and their meisters barely had any time for sitting in the sand and making baby sandcastles with the fate of death. But was it that drastic that they had to go drag that unwilling partner of his to go buy a million-dollar-nosebleed outfit?
With her rack, a nosebleed is near impossible, he muses. Maka is no Californian beach girl. He can picture her more in a punk outfit with black daggers than a green striped bikini. Please. Soul has been her weapon long enough to know her likes and dislikes well. How else could he push her buttons so easily?
And so they are the beach, white particles of sand sifting straight through their toes like a liquid. Patty prances around in a pink lacy one-piece like a madwoman with a smile on her pale face, throwing grits into everyone's eyes; Liz follows her in a vivid blue bikini, complaining sourly about the heat, but rather cheerful otherwise. Kidd watches them from a distance, seated below a symmetrical umbrella stuck in as vertically as possible, bangs pulled back with a clip probably borrowed from one of the sisters.
The last descendant of the Star Clan issues a loud yell, scaring half the seagulls away and causing at least twenty people to look up and give a totally confused expression of distaste. That was to be expected, of course. Tsubaki follows Black Star as he bellows his name all around and leaps into the ocean with a mighty splash, and Soul can't help but admire how stunning she looks, next to her lower-than-dirt-but-still-godly meister. But he doesn't really care about that.
So where is his meister? Is she still holed up in the bathroom?
Liz stops at where he is seated depressingly next to Kidd and bends under the shade. "If Maka doesn't come out in five minutes, I'll make Patty get her."
"Thanks, don't want her to drown in toilet water," he replies smartly, smirking. "Why's she still in there? Got something to hide?"
Liz sighs, combing her hand through her stringy blonde hair. "Oh, um, her swimsuit is pretty cute."
"That's all," he says, not even bothering to put a question mark at the end of it.
"No!" squeals Patty, skidding to a complwtely halt in front of him to join her sister. "Maka-chan looks adorable! Don't tell her we told you this, but she's trying to impress you!" She beams, lighting up the shade with her immaculately innocent smile, and runs off to splash Black Star.
Kidd rubs his nose diligently. "Worry not, Soul. Girls will be girls, and Patty will be Patty."
"I'll just leave you two freaks under the awesome shade," exclaims Liz, already heading off into the deep blue sea. "Toodledoo, hasta la vista, beeches!"
With that, she's gone, and Soul is left with a lonesome umbrella, a missing meister, a strangely symmetrical sandcastle from Mars, and the son of Death.
"So. Hooooot." Kidd fans himself with his hand, flopping onto the towel. "How. Can. They. Deal with. The HEAT!"
"Mmkay, I'm gonna go get Maka out of her emo corner now. Have fun being barbecued." Soul stands up and staggers a few steps forward, only to be blasted with intense heatwaves not unlike those made of water that his tan, muscular, Star-clan friend were currently being smashed by.
Come on, you weakling. Tans are good. Tans are cool. If you run, you won't get a sunburn.
He runs. Possibly faster than Speed Star. The sand burns like a gigantic lava pit beneath his feet.
Soul rests under the shade of the brick roof before pounding on the door of the women's restroom. "Oh Makaaa... Oi, you in there?" He can totally imagine an elderly woman strolling out with a cane and whacking him across the face. Dang, that would sting for days. Not cool.
"I don't wanna come out."
"Why not? I'm getting tired of waiting. You barely ever take this long to change."
"I look weird."
"You look fine," he huffs.
"How would you know?"
"Listen, I'll take your favorite book series and have them roasted over the sand if you don't come out. Literally. What were they called again? Maximum Ride? Harry Potter? TWILI-"
The door bangs open and nearly hits him in the face. Maka storms out, arms crossed over her chest and a frustrated grimace painted over her face. Soul's smirks widens considerably. "Atta girl. Now that's better."
"Hmph."
"Now unfold your arms and stop looking so mad. You never see any grumpy hot girls at the beach, eh?"
She reaches for a trusty book to smash over his head only to find that there is none. "Shut up!"
Soul leans against the wall. He's afraid that if he smiles any more his mouth will burst. Oh, but this is too much fun! "A little bird also tweeted me a message about how you wanted to impress me-"
Maka lunges for him. If she doesn't have a book, she can always use her hand. "COME BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE TWERP."
She chases him up and down the beach, managing to momentarily blind Kidd's vision with the sand kicked up. Eventually they stop to rest, both panting from exertion, Soul more so, not being an athletic type. Sure, he's a weapon, but Maka does the jumping around more.
"Hey," he calls.
She straightens up, looking half-pissed. "What?"
"You look nice. In that swimsuit."
She blinks at him for a while, shock momentarily fogging her brain. "Huh?"
"I'm not gonna repeat myself, Tiny Tits. You heard me."
His partner immediately turns several shades of colors- green, red, blue, tan, red-
Yup, it always ends in red.
"Really?" she whispers. He can barely hear her over the roar of the waves (preferably pounding Black Star's head in) but he smiles anyway- a genuine smile, not a smirk; a smile he very rarely gives out, and only to his meister.
"Yes, really."
He grabs her hand and drags her into the waves with him.
After all, it's the little cute things about her that he likes the most.