Sorry for the long wait, I've been way too busy this last few weeks… -_-U BUT! here is chapter four, hope this'll compensate you for the long wait =)
Preparations for the ball (what virginity?)
Maka lay in her bed, limbs spread out carefully so the sheets wouldn't touch the soft spots. She resisted the urge to shiver as the searing pain shot though her skin for the dozenth time that evening. She groaned out a reply when she heard a knock on her door and looked on as her albino flat mate walked through with a slightly confused, and the taddest bit concerned, expression.
"Dinner" he announced as his gaze took in the girl before him "is ready". She nodded and replied with a quick "I'll be out in a few minutes" before her door was closed again and she willed her aching body to move.
True to her word she was out in two minutes and at the table with Soul. Tonight it was spaghetti a la bolognese. She carefully started to eat, well aware of the eyes of her watching partner. The emerald eyed meister tried o ignore it to the best of her abilities, silently munching on her dinner, at least till Soul had enough of it and out right asked just why the hell was she imitating a crab. She was ready to retort back with a witty remark of her own when a third voice interrupted their freshly started banter.
"Oh, Maka-chan lost her virginity" Blair chirped merrily as she helped herself to a plate of spaghetti and took a seat at the table. She smirked to herself at the instant reaction of the two Shibusen students.
On one hand, Maka took on the natural color of the aforementioned animal as her mouth opened and closed silently. She looked ready to flee back to the safety of her small room. Soul, on the other hand, turned deathly pale, his usual smirking expression drawn into the thinnest of lines, eyebrows almost disappearing into his bangs.
Oh, how Blair loved to live with these two.
The weapon gathered his wits first uttering a rather desperate "What the hell?" Blair's smirk turned darker.
"It's..." Maka looked anywhere but the questioning gaze of her partner "I mean... uh!" she gathered her crimson face into her hands, the ash blonde bangs of her pigtails dangerously close to the red sauce on her plate. It's not like Blair's not right she though miserably as pain shot through her skin again at the movement of her body but why did they have to rub in? So it was her first time, then what? She was right not to do it before as it hurt like hell, no matter what everybody said, beforehand. Like she would believe that next time would be a lot easier.
She huffed inwardly as she finally managed to look up into her partner's eyes. The look of horror that'd shown clearly in the albino's scarlet orbs took her by surprise. "Maka" her name broke her out of her stupor and she instinctively shivered at his dangerous tone "what happened?" he punctuated every word. The meister wet her lips before she answered "Well, it's not a big deal" she started, her eyes on her plate, what in turn didn't let her see the male's furious, and slightly possessive, glare.
"Not a big deal?" Soul questioned as his eyes turned a darker shade "NOT A BIG DEAL!" he basically screamed as he abruptly stood, chair scattering on the wooden floor, his hands flat on the table and nostril flaring with every breath.
The purple haired monster was already in heaps of laughter, and cat form, on the floor. That was simply too good. She took in great gulps of air as she tried to calm herself down. Soul was way too overprotecting for his own good, while Maka too oblivious for hers. Blair quickly scrambled for the digital camera, that had a video recorder function, and started to life the thing, Maka's stuttering luckily having all of Soul's attention. She put it on a shelf after pushing the right buttons, as Maka muttered something about it no being a big deal, so it could record the ongoing happenings without her flat mates noticing what was going on. The ninja girl and the pistol sisters will love this, not to mention the walking wallet the cat purred happily. Her grin widened as she happily watched from the corner of her eyes as Soul stood up and almost broke the table in the small LED screen of the camera.
"Are you out of your mind?" the weapon screamed at the dumbstruck girl "some guy just fucked you up and you say "it's not a big deal"?" his voice rose with every word but all strength left him after his out burst. He looked on as a myriad of expression run through Maka's face in a matter of seconds. First it was that same dumbfound look, than confusion, than understanding finally downing on her and last: utter and unmasked horror.
The ash blonde teen took a few deep breaths as her mind slowly processed her partner's out burst. What the hell is he shouting about me having sex? she thought desperately. That is until the words their crazy cat uttered only minutes ago finally downed oh her. She said I lost my virginity… her face constructed into dread oh dear Shinigami.
"Wax" she uttered almost inaudibly "I lost my 'virginity' with wax" her voice came back as she gazed right into Soul's eyes. "You've lost your 'resin virginity'" chuckles erupted from his chest that turned into full out laughter. Only, a few seconds later he turned on the still laughing Blair, a killing aura surrounding him "You" the cat stopped laughing, shivers running up and down her body as she watched the furious weapon "are dead" Blair hastily jumped out through the window, camera secured in her mouth.
The interior of the hotel was everything Maka imagined. The hall was made of white marbles, large pillars decorating the space, red colored sofas and other furniture scattered in a sophisticated manner and a reception in the far end. Workers were busily running up and down, according to their jobs, in matching scarlet and white uniforms with the logo of the hotel on. She noted the similar corridors as she exited the elevator and got escorted into Helen's hotel room.
The place was according to the image of the five star institution. Red furniture decorated the spacey living room, and from where she stood the color dominated the bedroom too. The green eyed girl looked on as the woman, a brunette in her thirties, the Stanford girl introduced as their hairdresser for the day, pushed Tsubaki into a freshly brought up chair, clearly from a hair saloon, and mercilessly attacked the poor girl's hair. She only had a few seconds to gape before she was dragged into another room.
She absently remembered seeing the Thompson sisters discussing the appropriate colors with the make up artist, a blunette, as the door closed behind her and she was sat down on the bed. For the briefest of seconds fear accumulated in her as she noted for the hundredth time how much the rich girl's aura reminded her of Medusa. She let a small breath out as Helen, who already had her hair in an elegant side braid that was placed on her left shoulder, placed all of their dresses out on the bed beside the meister and than pulled out a bag from one of the wardrobes. The ash blonde teen watched curiously as the other produced a few pair of dress shoes, all black, for her to choose. After choosing small-heeled ballroom footwear she was thrown out to deal with the make up artist.
While the woman happily told possible variations, Maka warily watched as Tsubaki helplessly gripped the arm of the chair she was sitting in as the hair stylist tried to straighten her hair out with a comb. Quite a stunt to get it into that state to begin with as the weapon had the kind of straight hair that couldn't be curled, before hand anyway. Liz tried. Every Christmas without fail. Tsubaki's hair always won so far.
Two hours later Maka sat nervously in the seat the ninja weapon occupied before hand. Tsubaki now sat at the sofa as make up gradually was applied on her skin. The meister looked on as the brunette stepped next to her and quickly told what she had in mind for Maka. "A high bun with some hair clip or a rubber ring on, probably some black flower, that goes well with your dress" she let out the pigtails in the teen's hair and started to comb the bangs with her fingers "in the front we can pin them to the side, Helen brought matching hairpins for the jewels". She quickly made a bun at the top of Maka's head and used a clip so her hands could sweep the bangs from the girls forehead "Something like this" she announced.
Maka nodded, as she could do nothing and with all honesty had little experience with stuff like this. She peeked to her right while the woman did wonders with her hair and watched as the Thompson sisters played around with hairclips while straightening their hair. She listened as the brunette over her head muttered about "less work to be done" though her voice sounded near murderous.
By seven o'clock, they were all ready to leave, except for Helen who left hours prior to coordinate the still remaining works of the party. Maka fell back on the couch, careful of the preparations on her appearance, and closed her eyes with a deep sigh. The make-up artist and hair stylist left only a few minutes prior and after the stiff schedule of the day she finally had sometime to think. Of course the first thing she thought about, still being highly effected by the previous happenings, was the upcoming party, through which she remembered the cause of the event, that was in fact the engagement of one Soul Eater Evans. Her partner. Her friend. Her love. She resisted the urge to collapse entirely into the furniture as well as the rather nagging need to hide her face in her palms. She looked at her left when she felt someone sit next to her and smiled tiredly at Tsubaki.
"You know" the weapon started gently "you can tell us if something is bothering you" she smiled at her meister friend. Liz and Patti sit down across from them in a pair of red arm chairs and nodded in agreement. Maka sighed again before deciding that it was better to tell her friends about it, there was no way she could hide it from them any longer anyway.
"Yesterday at the saloon, we got separated, remember" the blonde teen looked at her friends for confirmation and when she got it, in the form of yet another series of nods, she continued "first I went to the cosmetic section and there were those hags" she frowned lightly remembering the conversation "they were badmouthing Death City, and as far as I heard them everything else, but what's important is… well, they spoke about the reason, the real reason not the charity raising, of the party. It's to announce an engagement between the children of the Stanford and Evans families" the meister let a small sad smile stole it's way onto her face as her emerald eyes searched the floor helplessly. She felt Tsubaki shifting closer and hugging her tightly while whispering her name to comfort her. For a few seconds she let all her vulnerable feelings outside as her friend embraced her.
Though it was gone just like that, after all she was Maka Albarn, a meister of Shibusen. Nothing more, nothing less, and if not for any other reason she would take this situation with as much pride and 'cool' as she was capable of. Alas, with her confidence returned, Maka left the hotel room followed by a slightly worried Tsubaki, a cheerfully smiling Patti and a guilty looking Liz.
YokoYua: thank you, I'll try to keep it up to fit all of your standards =)
NikolaiEvans115: I'm not commenting on the marriage cuz it would be SPOILERS! But thanks and I'll try to deal with the grammar (but I neeeeeeeeeeeeeed a BETA…)
RavenAK: I agree with you Maka totally has a positive effect on him x3
as for the 'resin virginity' thing... well, first of all i might have used the wrong word, i am sorry for that (and in that case please tell me the right word so could change it -_-U ) so, 'resin virginity' heard it at my cosmetician =) /they happily described me as such/ the other part where she readily associates the word with that phrase is because everyone was bothering her about it in the saloon for hours xD and so a few later on when the word 'virginity' was mentioned she immediately associated it with the events of the beauty trip (and plz don't tell me i'm the only one things like this happen to TTATT)
I *heart* reviews =9 they make me want to continue to write (even if real life tries to keep me from that…)