AN: Another chappie outie! Thanks for the reviews… me hopes that this story will be good… Seriously? I have a thing for Soul Eater, its so very different from the other ones I watch… a breath of fresh air!
Maka ran hard, not stopping for traffic, nor for the people and kids she rushed by. Pushing all and everyone out of her way, tears fuzzing up her vision. She now regretted that she had thrown the keys at him. She realized that she needed to get home to change and eat something. She read the address, she memorized it, and even now, she was headed straight for it. Screw the cold ass that she was partnered with, She'd do her job as his meister, she'd live with him, but she swore that apart from curteous conversation about whatever work hey had between them, she would never ever speak to him. All men are the same she decided sadly, they look at tits and asses, acknowledging her by the way she looked, nothing else.
The was he had talked to Stein about her, he hadn't mentioned her looks, yet she knew deep down that's what it boiled down to. Her being skinny and flat. She had seen it in his eyes as he greeted Tsubaki. The small hint of lust in those red eyes, the small sultry smirk. Yes, she now understood why he was so talked about. But apart from his good looks and skilful charm, he was just like her father. She hated him already.
So as she made her way up the stairs, and stepped onto their floor, she decided that her initial plan of ignoring him would be best.
The moving men were making their way in and out of the apartment, moving in chairs, a table and a couch. She stepped inside past them, thanking her luck for getting there when she did.
The first thing she noticed was the grand piano placed in the corner of the living room beside the windows. It was a shining black titan, in front of which sat a very comfortable looking bench. She sat at it now, her hands delicately trailing the key cover, wondering if she should open it and view inside.
She did, slowly the case lifted, revealing a row of keys, shining and new, looking inviting to touch.
She didn't play, she never learned how, so she knew that it was Souls. And touching it somehow felt wrong, but it had a strange enticing pull o her. She glanced up, noticing the booklet laying there. She picked it up and opened to the first page.
It was his writing, elegant and neat, even though it all seemed to be written in haste, tiny worded notes scribbled on the sides, the notes meticulously drawn, sometimes scribbled. She smiled despite herself. She always believed that much about a person could be told by their writing. Their personalities shined through the written word. She now doubted herself; she got no negative feelings when she read that. And yet Soul was a prick. That she knew.
With a start she realized that the moving men had left, she was now alone in an empty house. The quite eerie sound f the air conditioner humming was the only distraction she had.
The sun that shined through the windows was laced with dust, streaking the air with gold, trying to climb through to lighten up the room and failing.
Maka closed the piano, she felt useless sitting there without so much as a clue on how to play.
She decided to explore the rest of the house. It was strangely big, bigger than what she'd expect of Shibusen to provide for a pair of students. The floors shone with dark ebony, the chairs were of same structure. She made her way to the table, it was heavy, carved out on one piece of giant tree, elegant in its large structure, it gleamed in a seductive way, inviting Maka to run her finger over its polished surface.
She dipped below to see the legs, wondering what could possibly hold up such a heavy piece of wood. She discovered that it was held up by one massive leg, splicing at the bottom into wooden claws.
She wondered to herself where all the splendour had come from. She was sure it wasn't hers, her parents never would have went so far to ensure such comfort, they themselves had a different styles to begin with, preferring more colour and a more cluttered space.
This was so very elegant, and Maka felt inferior to all the grand things. She herself had only asked for the bare necessities. Thinking that as a student she would be forced to share a small apartment with whomever she partnered with. She had only bought a bed, and a desk partnered with a simple chair. And book shelves, many many book shelves. She made her way to her room now, noting that her name was taped to the correct door. She stepped in, glancing around and tripping over the piles of boxes that held her treasured books. Her only solace and friends.
She felt a pang of sadness at the fact that no one wanted to even give her a chance. She guessed they had a point. Maka didn't look as gorgeous as Tsubaki, and held none of the charm the other girls held. She was tomboyish, wasn't bothered by doing things her way, even if they seemed weird. She didn't smile all the time, she had no one to smile to. So she mostly walked around with a serious face, stuck in her world of fantasies or studies.
Her dress wasn't anything to attract either, a white dress blouse with a plaid skirt, adorned with a green striped tie and combat boots. A long black jacket completed the ensemble. Yep, she wasn't fit to attract friends, and she didn't really want to either, she knew what guys were like, and the girls that hung around them were not usually what she considered model friends.
Still, the thought of not having anyone hurt.
She tiptoed over to Souls room, feeling funny to do so since she was alone in the house. Still, peeking at someone's private stuff felt wrong. Her curiosity got the best of her.
She wasn't really as surprised as she should have been. The bed and desk matched the rest of the house, dark wood gleaming and the smell of musk overwhelming her senses. She walked up to the four poster bed, noting how the dark wood was accentuated by the cream and copper covers. She picked up a pillow, and raised it to her face. That smell, the smell of musk and leather and smoke. It was heavenly, she was addicted to his scent. She cursed herself for falling for his scent before she even got to exchange a word with him.
She snapped out of it at once, bolting from the room afraid that he would somehow smell her being there and hate her even more. She wondered idly why she even cared whether he would hate her more or not. He hated her already.
She decided to get to work, not wanting to leave her room filled with junk and boxes. Compared to Souls room, hers paled in comparison. But she decided that if anything, hers would at least be clean. So she got to pushing the furniture with all her might. It was heavy, despite it being much lighter than what Souls looked like.
His stuff was arranged by the moving men. She bitterly wondered why hers wasn't.
All stuff finally dragged to where she liked, she stepped back and sighed with satisfaction. The boxes were still unpacked but at least everything was where she liked it. She could now get started on the unpacking.
She put her hand on the first box and all willpower left her. She needed a break. She was hot and sweaty despite there being an air conditioner on. She decided to sneak into the kitchen and see what there was in the fridge she could have cold.
She walked in, and again noted the fine china set laid out for use. She opened the cupboard and looked around. There were fine crystal glasses set out, sparkling delicately in the light, and beside them, she found her own, one glass and one thick mug. It was her favourite mug; she would curl up on her couch and sip hot chocolate while reading a book. It had a picture of a bumblebee on it.
Next to the fine glassware and dishes it looked cheesy. She was definitely not going to enjoy this.
She peeked into the refrigerator and to her dismay found it completely empty. Her stomach growled loudly and she cursed herself again for running off without the key, she couldn't even walk outside to buy herself something to eat. And the only cold drink was the tap water.
Fine. She could deal. But first she'd change into something more comfortable and cooler. She slipped into her room and hunted out a oversized dress shirt she stole from her dad. She actually stole them all, deciding that they would be comfortable to wear around the house. They were so big on her, they were like dresses, no pants needed. She changed into a light blue one, rolled up her sleeves and took off her shoes.
Thus comfy, she made her way to the living room and bee lined for her cup, filing it with cold water and leaning on the counter with a happy sigh when she took a deep gulp of the cold water.
Soul took that moment to make his entrance.
With a huff, he entered the apartment, manuvering the bursting bags he had in both his arms and in between his teeth.
They locked eyes , Maka's going wide, Souls staying just as bored as they were when he came in. He kicked the door closed and made his way into the kitchen. Not making any eye contact with her, he dropped all the bags onto the counter.
"Sorry I'm so late." He added nonchalantly, "figured there would be no food here and that you might want to…" he nodded in the direction of the bags. "you know… eat?"
All she could do was stare at him. HE had thought about her or had he just done this for himself and decided to play nice?
"I'm fine." She mumbled over her mug, taking another sip. All of a sudden not knowing where to direct here eyes.
"Soul ran a hand through his hair. He didn't know what to say to her, this was beyond awkward.
"Soooo… how do you like this place?" He chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood.
"it's beautiful…especially the piano…" She stuttered, eyes skipping in the direction of the instrument.
Soul's eyes followed hers, "Of no they fucking didn't!" He hissed. Stomping around the kitchen and making his way into the living room. "This is sooo uncool!" he bellowed from within.
Maka popped her head from behind the wall. He went from calm and composed to hissing and spitting like an angry cat. "What's the matter?" she asked, unsure if she wanted to really know.
"They decorated the ENTIRE place!" He turned to her, glaring daggers. "Why did you let those men in?"
Maka stood up, puffing out her chest out angrily. It's not like she had known he didn't like that! And "they got here before me!" She raised her hand in anger and brought the book she had been holding in her other hand down on his head. Hard.
"Ow!" he hissed, crouching to the floor, rubbing his abused cranium. "What was that for you crazed chick?"
"that… "She huffed, walking by him. "Was for yelling at me when none of this is my fault."
She slammed the door to her room and got to cleaning and arranging with new found vigor, ignoring the growls and mumbles of the angry he-cat outside.
AN: And reviews are most welcome and appreciated lol as always!
