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Pranker and the Pranked

Genre: Drama/Romance/Slight Humour

Rated T for inappropriate language and some themes.

Disclaimer: My name isn't Atsushi Ookubo. So I don't own Soul Eater.

--Pranker and the Pranked--

22nd July

Infatuation. Crushes. Like. Love. Lust. The tiny differences between all of them. What is real love?

Wes is coming back today. I'm excited. My on and off crush of five years is coming back to visit for two weeks... just for me. I can't help but smile-- no, more like grin like an idiot at the thought.

But as written above, crush? Or am I some obsessed little fan girl? Hopefully not.

Right now I don't really care that much about it. I'm just too excited! Wes is coming! I'l restrain myself from writing anymore. It was Wes that suggested I wrote things down. Write events and memories to get them out of my head or to relieve anger at Soul.

Oh yeah, I hope Soul doesn't ruin things. But then again what's the use of hoping? He always does anywa--

--Pranker and the Pranked--

The pen skidded quickly up and down, curving around to form letters, words on the page. The pen stopped abruptly and the little diary was snapped shut as the blonde heard footsteps. The bright sun was blocked by the shadow of a male with spiky hair. A butterfly feeling of excitement in her stomach.

"Tiny-tits, are you still writing about your pathetic life?"

Big, big disappointment hit her. The feeling faded instantly at the sound of the voice. The two pigtails whipped around her face as she looked up and threw her diary so that it landed between his eyes.

"What's this?" He read the entry.

"Give it back!" Maka jumped up and tried to take the diary but Soul held the diary up above their head and squinted in an attempt to continue to read.

"You and Wes? You're crushing on my brother?" He finished reading the latest diary addition. Soul stared at her in disbelief. "Seriously, Wes?"

"Give it! Who else is there to like? You?" She yelled and grabbed at the diary. Soul side-stepped and Maka fell off the porch from overbalance, into a small puddle.

Soul burst out in laughter while Maka glared at him in anger. She stood up, with mud splattered on the front of her white patterned t-shirt and dripping all over the bottom of her jeans.

She scooped up a handful of mud, jumped back up onto the porch and dumped it on Soul's head. Soul, who was laughing too hard to see what was coming.

Silence. A sharp intake of breath when Maka realised what she did in her anger. More silence. But the mud dripping down from his usually spiked up white hair and as it rolled down his cheeks like tears would. No movement. Maka was waiting, watching how Soul would react but also ready to run away. The diary, now splattered with drops of mud, slipped from Soul's hands and to the floorboards with a clatter.

Maka took a step back, she'd seen the glint in Soul's crimson eyes. Soul took a step forward. Maka continued to move away. Soul ran at her. He tackled her, both flying off the porch and onto the muddy grass.

"Soul? Maka?" The one Maka was really and secretly hoping to see had arrived, in the absolute worst moment. Maka was slightly sitting up with Soul half on top of her, both covered in mud. They looked as though they were two horny animals wrestling in the mud.

"Erm... Hi Wes!" Maka pushed Soul off of her and he sat there, confused. "How's your first year of Death City University going?"

--Pranker and the Pranked--

23rd July

All I want to say is... Kami, you hate me don't you?

And no, I don't mean my mama.

Recovering from yesterday. Wes thinks that Soul and I have a thing for each other. I heard him talking about it to Soul.

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I HATE him. I REALLY REALLY HATE HIM. Soul, if you read this one day (and I know you will because you always steal my diary): You suck... hairy donkey balls.

Oh yeah and my diary, completely ruined. But I've found enough scrap paper that I've stapled together. That's good enough for now.

I just hope things don't get any worse.

--Pranker and the Pranked--

Today she would make things right.

No more mucking around with Soul. It was time to get serious and get her revenge on Soul. Through the years she'd known him she had thought this exact same thought at least fifty times. But he really did deserve it. What prank would she do though? Something simple like the glue on chair, get him to smell her hand then smacking him in the face or should she do an ultimate prank like.

She decided to take a shower and brainstorm about it then.

Maybe she'd put superglue in his shoes or hide an alarm clock in his room and make it so that it wakes him up at 3 in the morning. Maka continued to think while she shampooed her hair.

She walked to the bathroom, plugged in the hair dryer and turned it on.

Poof! Powder was blown into her hair, into her face, turning her hair white and pink from the powder. Maka was in complete shock. She coughed out some of the powder, hearing loud laughter behind her she turned around, finding Soul rolling around on the floor laughing.

He'd got her again.

And she was definitely going to prank him back.

--Pranker and the Pranked--

"Good morning Mrs Evans." Maka smiled at her. She really liked Soul and Wes's mother. Kana Evans was the nicest person she ever knew, so similar to Wes and so unlike Soul.

"Good morning Maka. You know you don't have to be so formal. You can call me Kana, or even mum if you want." She gave an evil little smile when she said 'mum'. As though she was planning something, or like she knew Maka's crush on Wes.

The Evans had invited the Albarns over for dinner, to celebrate Maka's birthday early. This was their only spare time. Kana Albarn had work all through the weekdays and had organisations to go to on the weekends while Seth Evans only had spare time on Saturdays.

This was perfect.

Maka would be going into his room and tampering with products in his bathroom. Maybe she'd do something to his room as well. With a small bulging back pack Maka walked up the stairs, looking for the room with Soul's name plastered on it. Once she found the room she quietly looked around just incase Soul was there. He wasn't, she smiled. She walked in and looked for the ensuite. She opened several doors, nope just the walk in wardrobe, nope just some enormous cupboards. She finally found the door to the ensuite, walking in and pulling her fun little products out.

There were several toothbrushes so she squished wasabi into each of them. Then she found his shampoo, pouring a full dose of red food colouring, she giggled to herself. She found some of his favourite shirts and poured glue and feathers all over it. She flicked all the hair gel out of the container and off her hand into the bin. Instead she put glue and white-greyish paint in. That was the original colour of the disgusting hair gel. She also grabbed a fluro pink alarm clock that papa bought for her on her eighth birthday. She set it to three o'clock in the morning and put it under some trash under his bed.

She tried to walked out of his room and down the stairs inconspicuously but she couldn't stop laughing.

"Maka, are you alright?"

"O-of course." Her face reddened up at the sight of Wes.

"Let's go." He held out his hand. She took it and he helped her down the stairs into the dining room.

She sat through the delicious dinner trying not to laugh. Kami looked at her strangely and Spirit followed after her. Wes didn't pay much attention and Maka couldn't care less about Soul. Seth and Kana were very nice as usual. In an occasional awkward silence, Soul stood up and looked at them.

"Manners, Soul."

"I'm done. Enjoy your dinner."

"Getting changed?" She snickered.

He gave her the most freaked out look and walked away. After dinner Maka pulled out a book and just relaxed on the couch while Wes practised his violin. The music was beautiful really, but Maka didn't understand music very much. She'd read the books but she didn't understand it. After a while Wes went upstairs to wash up. A loud yell was heard and Maka bolted up the stairs hoping to see Soul with the wasabi toothbrush.

She opened the door and found Soul rolling around on the floor laughing while Wes jumped around trying to spit out and wash the wasabi out of his mouth. Crap.

"Sorry." She squeaked.

--Pranker and the Pranked--

29th July

I apologised to Wes properly about the wasabi toothbrush. But I got Soul with the alarm clock, hair gel and the chicken pranks. His hair was completely red, he was half asleep or something and didn't notice the feathers on his favourite shirt. He walked out of the house like that, we took so many photos and put it all over facebook. It was great.

Anyway.

Today is a very important day.

My birthday.

So far Tsubaki, Chrona and Kid have all called wishing me happy birthday. I have such great friends.

But Liz won't remember until later and then she tries to make up somehow. Mainly by taking me to the karaoke bar. Last year she even tried to take me boy scouting.

Epic failure.

She would show me an example of what to do after spotting a guy. She pointed to a tall, slightly brawny brunette and started a conversation with him. She 'accidently' bumped into him and dropped one of the books she borrowed off me. They talked and she came back saying she had a date for tomorrow. I spotted a guy, not his face but his white hair looked really nice. I also 'accidently' bumped into him in Liz's insistence and she watched while I talked to him. It was a great conversation and we decided we'd see each other again. What Liz didn't know until I told her was that we only decided to see each other as friends and that the he wasn't some good looking guy, he was actually some really old man.

He was old man Mifune, as many called him. A great long haired samurai in his day but now had shorter hair and doesn't really use swords anymore. He's like the caring, non-flirting papa I never had.

--Pranker and the Pranked--

"You thought I forgot again didn't you!" Liz accused her.

Maka blinked.

"Well no! Turning sixteen is very important! And to help you celebrate..." Maka already knew what she was going to say. It was the same every year. "KARAOKE BAR!" She watched as the taller blonde did a little happy dance around her, she was already too hyped up. Ooh dear. "And... I'm taking you for proper boy scouting tomorrow. As a sixteen year old, you should be able to spot hot men unlike that old man you got last time."

"But Mifune's great! I'm sure he was cool when he was our age. Being a samurai at the time and all." She defended herself and Mifune. With Mifune you should learn great things and have great conversations. With some 'hot' guy, what kind of conversation would you have with him? How the football went last night?

"Would you ever date him?"

"Of course not! He's like a proper papa to me."

"There! Boy scouting is for finding a date or even better, a boyfriend. You don't find 'proper papas' when boy scouting," She eyed the shorter girl.

"But--"

"Let's go." She took hold of Maka's arms and pulled her to the mall. First she would dress her up, give her a bit of a makeover. This would be hard since Maka hated these type of girly things. Then she would call all their friends and some of the guys she'd met. Maybe she could hook Maka up with one of them. So Maka would finally get a boyfriend or at least a life away from her books and especially her diary.

Two hours of mall tralling and Maka was exhausted. Liz wasn't even getting started yet. Another few hours later they finally stopped for some ice-cream from Maka's complaints, surely they had enough stuff already. Ten bags filled to the tip with clothes, shoes, make-up and anything random that Liz decided that she liked.

"One chocolate and one strawberry, thanks." Liz turned back to Maka as the lady served them. "So Maka, boy scouting?"

"No way!"

"So what about that guy over there?" She completely ignored Maka. Liz pointed to a tan blonde with a large group of friends going to play some soccer or basketball.

"That one's a hottie." The ice-cream girl passed them the ice-creams and took the money. They looked at the ice-cream girl more closely. Black brownish hair under the awful pink cap she had to wear which matched the pink uniform. She was taller than Maka and seemed like a uni or college student.

"See! Even the ice-cream girl has taste! No offence." Liz looked at the girl nervously.

"None taken. But honey, even though they're hotties it doesn't mean they're good for you. Probably players."

"Oh well..." Liz trailed away dreamily.

"What about that guy?" Maka pointed out a boy/man with white hair.

"Maka, not another old man..." The tall blonde complained then had a proper look at the guy. "Actually he has the body of a hot guy!"

"How can you tell?" Both ice-cream girl and Maka asked simultaneously.

"I can tell if a man has abs a mile away!" She didn't doubt Liz, she probably could tell what she considered a hot guy from miles away. "Go up to him Maka! Do the accidently bumping into him and dropping all your things or the ask him for directions--"

"Or the trip over and fall into him!"

"That's wonderful!"

"I've used that one a couple of times myself. Anyway, go!"

Maka made her way around the other crowds of teenagers and over to the boy with white hair. She walked around casually and spun to look nervously back at the girls, they gave her thumbs up. She spun back around and bumped into him.

"I'm really sorry!"

"Geez, not only do you have a flat chest you're a clutz too."

"Soul?" Oh Kami, please no.

"What are you blind now too?" He shook his head at her. "I know I'm good looking but you don't need to stare at me with your mouth hanging open."

She couldn't say anything.

She walked away from the boy, completely dazed. Liz and the ice-cream girl looked at her expectantly, she stared with the shocked expression on her face. Her excuse... he totally looked like Wes from behind.

"Maka?"

"Don't ever make me do this again."

--Pranker and the Pranked--

"We're here!" Liz opened the door.

"This way," A tall boy that worked there lead them to room 119 on the second floor.

They opened the door and a familiar beat started to play as Black Star chose a song for himself, Kid, Wes and Soul. Maka looked around, Kid, Black Star, Patti, Liz, Mifune's grandaughter Angela, several of Liz's guy friends, Chrona, Wes, Soul and Tsubaki. All she knew was that she didn't want to go anywhere near Soul.

"I hope you hang yourself with your H&M scarf." Black Star started off.

"Does Black Star even realise that this isn't a guy song?" Maka's question was lost under all the noise.

"While jacking off listening to Mozart?" Soul sang.

"You bitch and moan about LA." Kid was really getting into it. He was tipsy, mistaking the alcopops for funny tasting but addictive juice.

"Wishing you were in the rain reading Hemingway?" Wes said.

"You don't eat meat." Black Star shouted.

"And drive electrical cars." Soul didn't even try.

"You're so indie rock it's almost an art!" Kid continued.

"You need SPF 45 just to stay alive?" Wes was slightly freaked out.

"You're so gay and you don't even like boys!" Black Star shouted. Maka sighed, by now he should realise that this isn't a guy song. The next line was only a beat as Soul stepped from the front to have a swig of his alcopop.

"No you don't even like!" Kid swayed with the beat.

"No you don't even like b-boys?" Wes stuttered.

"You're so gay and you don't even like boys!" Black Star yelled into Kid's face.

"No you don't even like," Soul was kind of tipsy too now.

"No you don't even LIKE!" Kid screamed in Black Star's ear.

"No you don't even L-I-K-E!" Black Star yelled back. Wes took the chance to escape singing the song, he stepped down and sat by Maka. She glanced at him, smiled and went back to making sure that Liz was still beside her.

"You're so sad maybe you should buy a happy meal!" Soul yelled to nobody in particular.

"You're so skinny you should really Super Size the deal!" Kid shouted.

"Secretly you're so amused!" Black Star swung the microphone.

"That nobody understands you." Soul continued.

"I'm so mean cause I cannot get you outta your head!" Kid stomped and jumped, the alcohol really starting to kick in.

"I'm so angry cause you'd rather MySpace instead!"

"I can't believe I fell in love with someone that wears more make up than..."

"You're so gay and you don't even like BOYS!"

Eventually someone changed the song and the boys started to sing to 'We Are the Champions'. All of them swayed drunkenly with Black Star trying to lead.

Katy Perry songs were very popular that night. Watching a drunk Liz and tipsy Angela perform 'I Kissed a Girl' and then watching them almost share a drunken kiss from the egging on of most of the guys was one of the most terrifying experiences Maka ever had. But it was alright, Maka stopped them in time. Chrona sang a ghostly, sad and depressing song. Everyone was either teary or on the verge of crying, even Black Star was in the corner crying his eyes out.

It turned out it was Liz and Tsubaki's friend Black Star that had brought lots of alcohol. Black Star, Liz, Liz's sister Patti and some of the guys were wasted. Others were just tipsy and Kid went crazy.

With Liz's arm slung over her shoulder, Maka slowly walked to the sofa closest to the door and propped Liz there. Maka sat down next to the drunk girl, exhausted. The whole night of being the responsible friend, taking care of Liz, making sure she didn't go home with one of the creepy guys she brought.

"Oi, tiny tits. Here." Soul threw a horribly wrapped present at Maka and the ugly racing car wrapped package hit her in the face.

"Don't try to prank me right now, I'm really not in the mood."

"You never are. But take it, itty bitty boobs. It's my present to you." Maka picked up the package and completely exploded.

"I know this is some kind of stupid prank! I'm so sick and tired of everything you do! Why don't you just leave me alone!" Her temper raged and her face was heated by her anger. She was exhausted, it was her birthday and she really didn't need his shit right now.

She threw the packaged present at him. It hit him in the chest, he grabbed it and looking at the floor he placed the present on the table. Giving one last glance at her, he let his hand slip off the present, off the table and stepped away.

"Happy birthday." He left.

--Pranker and the Pranked--

31st July

Things are awkward with Soul. Really awkward. I've opened the retardedly wrapped present he bought for me and it wasn't a prank.

He got me a new diary. Since my last diary has mud through a lot of the pages. And since it was his fault that it got ruined in the first place.

I don't really know what to say, what to do, how to thank him. This is one of the only nice things he's done for me. I guess things are really different with him.

The diary was horrible, a thick black diary with the words 'Cool' printed in blue. It had matching blue motorbikes all over as well. Actually I should say, this diary has the words 'cool' and blue motorbikes on the cover. I guess it's the thought that counts. Inside, the lines are ruled pink and have little bunnies with a tie on every page.

Oh god.

They're playboy signs.

--Pranker and the Pranked--

So I altered Mifune's and Angela's age. All of the characters are altered in some way. :D

OMG! Read the latest Soul Eater mangas. Soul and Maka moments! Yay!

Update in a few days, pshh. More like three weeks. Sorry everyone, but this is a kinda long chapter. I think.

I won't reply to your reviews personally cause I'd be saying the same thing over and over again. Don't get me wrong, I usually do reply properly. Anyway, this is the actual way I'll be writing and I hope this chapter wasn't some big disappointment to you all. Thank you for reading and reviewing.

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