Disclaimer: Characters belong to Ookubo Atsushi and plot belongs to Fuyumi Soryo

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Chapter 4

Soul took off on his motorcycle. He went fast down the streets a red light appeared up ahead. He gripped his brakes and gradually pushed down. Nothing had happened. Soon enough he approached the light. A truck was right in front of him.

He slammed his foot on the foot break and made a sharp turn to the left, nearly dodging the Semi. His bike swerved side-ways, and he started to slow down to a complete stop. Soul took off his helmet and examined the bike, running a hand through his hair.

"That's a pretty vicious joke. Does someone have a grudge against you?" the motorcycle repair man asked.

"Hmm…too many to count"

"You and your crazy life…well everything looks good. I don't know hoe you did it, there's no damage to the bike at all."

"I was lucky that the rear brakes were working. Black Star gave me a great bike."

"It's too bad. Black Star was a good rider. We all get hurt but to lose a leg…are you going to be racing?"

Soul pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, "No, my bike's out of service and I've got no money. My old man stopped sending me cash."

"What, did you guys get in a fight again?"

"I just don't get along with that guy. And he keeps bugging me to quit riding." He lit the cigarette and took a drag and blew out.

"He's just worried about you. Why don't you move back home?"

"No way! I'd go nuts!"

"You're plenty crazy now."

"Ha ha! True, true." He laughed as he took another drag.

The Professor came out of the school building, humming a random tune when Soul had seen him walking along. He sneaked up to him and grabbed his shoulder roughly. "You play hard. Huh Professor? I almost ended up in the hospital." Soul gave him a demon-like smirk.

"Wha…? I don't know what you're talking about Evans." He looked away from his ruby eyes nervously.

Soul just rolled his eyes and tightened his grip. "Well, Well," the Professor winced a little at his grip, "you made quite an impact. I see you in a different light; and here's what I think. If we're gonna play, we should go all-out. This is really only time in my life I can go crazy, you know, being a minor and all."

Soul let go and walked away, stuffing his hands inside of his hoodie. The Professor just stood there, dumb-struck. "Oh yeah…" he turned and gave him a shark-toothed grin, "Your car's the white Infiniti, right? Be extra-careful not to get into and accidents!" He turned and walked away as the Professor had dropped his book, standing there like he was dead.

'I heard the Art/English teacher quit his job. I wonder what happened. I heard he was recruited by some after-school programs. It's too bad. He was a great teacher!' whispers went around the classroom and the sudden disappearance of the Professor.

Maka sat at her seat, sharpening her pencils like normal. Soul was getting pestered by Liz, as he gave lazy remarks.

"Hey Soul, I heard you broke up with your girlfriend. It's good you ditched that old hag. She didn't suit you, such a snobby girl…" Liz said while leaning on his desk.

He gave her a lazy look, "Old? She was only a year older than me…"

Liz just rolled her eyes. "Hey you should take me on your bike sometime!"

"Nope…"

"What?! Why not?" She whined.

"My bike gets jealous when I let girls ride with me."

"…Really…?"

"Yup. Sometimes she scratches and stuff." Maka giggled at Soul's reply. Liz looked at her and gave her a snotty look. She stood up and walked passed Maka's desk, 'accidentally' bumping into Maka's desk and making her cut her thumb from her sharpener.

"Oh! I'm so sorry. My foot hit you." And she walked away without a word.

Her finger started to bleed, "What are you doing?! You're such a klutz Liz…" Soul said as he stared at Maka's finger. He then grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth, gently licking away the blood. Maka blushed as the entire class grew silent and watched the two in aw.

"What the hell was that stunt you pulled in there Soul?!" Kid was lecturing Soul while they sat in gym class. "Treating Maka that way…It's not good for her to stand out. Damn! You can be so clueless sometimes!"

"Why are you acting like such a winey little bitch right now Kid?" Soul sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"There are tons of girls that want to go out with you! Why are you acting out like that in front of them?! YOU are going to apologize to her! Whatever happens to Maka is on you!"

". . . . .Kid, do you like Maka? You do don't you?" Kid looked at him, and then hid his reddening face in his knees.

"NO! How could you be so dumb?! I don't like he-"He was cut off by Soul's laughter, filling the air.

"Deigning is just another way of admitting to something! Now tell me Kid…do you think dirty thoughts about her?" he said smirking.

Kid punched him, "You are completely clueless! Un-like you, Maka isn't a complete Neanderthal like you! You better not say anything to her!"

Soul grabbed Kids shirt and got in his face, "What did you day jackass?!"

You've gotten quite an attitude lately." Liz said. Her arms crossed over her chest as her two 'minions' behind her. "Don't think you're all high and mighty because Soul's been a little nice to you lately." The three girls backed Maka into a wall. "Soul would never take a second glance at you. Don't even try to get him. Do you have any clue about yourself?"

"I'm not really…I just asked him to model for me…" Maka spoke softly while looking down.

"That's what I'm talking about!" Liz slapped her roughly across her face. "You're such an eyesore. You never speak, and you're always in your own little world. You annoy me. You're gloomy, and stupid, just looking at you makes me sick. You better not show off anymore, or you'll really get it!" Maka looked up at her. She had tears in her eyes.

"Awww! Poor thing, we made her cry. Well, that's what you get for pissing Liz off. She would have been nicer if you just kept your mouth shut."

"Yeah, we could have even been friends." They started to walk away when one of Liz's 'minions' notices Maka's shoes.

"Hey cute shoes! I'll be your friend if you give me them!" Maka took of her shoes and handed them over. "Aw…too bad. They're not my size…" she threw them into the trash. Maka watched as they burned into ash. Tears coated her eyes.

She sighed and went to her locker. She put in the combo, opened it, and found an empty locker. "I guess they took my sneakers too…"

Maka walked into class late, drawing everyone's attention to her, "You're late Miss Albarn. Did you not hear the bell?"

"I'm sorry…" Liz chuckled in the back as Maka walked to her seat with nothing on her feet but socks. Soul noticed and decided to ask after class.

"What happened to your shoes?" She just looked at him and shook her head. "I'm not that stupid. Who got you?"

"Wh-Why do you care?" She walked over to the door, opening it, "I threw them out; they didn't fit me. It's none of your concern Soul…" she closed the door and left.

Soul followed her out, running down the stairs to catch her, "Hey wait!" He caught up to her and grabbed her shoulder, making her face him. "Is it really not my business?"

"Soul…have any of your girlfriends ever been bullied before?"

He sighed, "No…"

"See what I mean? The problem's with me. I'm just slow and stupid…It's no wonder everyone gets annoyed."

"Why don't you get mad?"

"If I get mad they'll get me again. So, you can get them back…but we'd just end up killing each other…"

He shrugged, "So what? You're not afraid of anything are you? I'm afraid of a lot of things."

"You wouldn't understand what I'm going through…" She turned away and started walking away.

"You're going to walk home like that?"

"It's not like I can't walk…" And with that she left.

"You're not such a wuss after all…" he smiled and chased after her again. "Maka!" He grabbed her arm. He had his bike helmet in his other hand. "Where do you live? I'll take you home." She blushed as her eyes got wide.

"Bu-but you said no one's allowed to ride you bike…" She sweat-dropped.

"I changed my mind."

" But, um… I've never been on a bike before."

"Don't worry just hang onto my and you'll be safe!"

'You better not show off anymore or you'll really get it. Do you have a clue about yourself?' Liz's words echoed through her head.

"Do you not want to ride with me?" Soul said, a little disappointed.

'You think you're so high and mighty just because Soul's been a little nice to you lately. Do you think you would give you a second glance?'

'No…' she thought, 'I don't think that! But…'

"Oh that's right. You don't like men, right? You're pretty much stuck to me on a motorcycle. Of course you don't want a ride. My fault. My fault." He sighed.

'…Or you'll really get it!'

She slowly reached her hand out to the helmet he was holding out for her. Soul smirked and put the helmet on her head, adjusting the straps. He straddled the bike, after helping her get on first. Soul started up the engine. It purred to life. He smiled at the sound. "By the way, this is my first time riding with a passenger. So, if we die…I'm sorry!" He revved the engine and peeled out. Maka held on tightly to his waist.

'I don't care if I die…' tears came down her face, 'is this what they mean by becoming "A Slave to Love"?'

"…HEY!" Soul yelled over the engine. Kid was nearing them. Soul slowed down and little. "Bye bye Kid!" And with hat he gave him a nudge with his foot, knocking him off his foot.

"M-Maka?!"

Liz! Oh my God! It's Maka and Soul! She's riding on his bike!"

"Hang on tight!" Soul said as they weaved through traffic.

'I don't know what lies ahead…but I want to keep going forever…'

A/N: Sorry for the wait! I was so busy the past weeks! First I had my brothers graduation from Boot-Camp and we had to travel, and I couldn't take my laptop L and the second reason was I have finals coming up soon for school so it's been, study, study, study! Anyway I made this chapter long! So that should make up for it!.

Love you guys! Thanks so much for the reviews, likes, and favorites! It's greatly appreciated! Hopefully I can update sooner!

~Akinoichinichi