Disc: I don't own anything. I especially don't own 'Pirates of the Caribbean', if you had any doubts.
Soul's POV:
Maka, having already taken forever to get ready, was sitting on the couch watching the television. She was mesmerized by its capabilities. She was being adorable again. I hate when she's being adorable. It makes it hard to make fun of her. Judging by the sounds coming from the technology before her, it was 'Pirates of the Caribbean'. The second one, I presume. I could hear her make comments every now and then.
When I was brushing my teeth: "Orlando Bloom! You are so gorgeous." Fine, I get that most women find him attractive. That's okay.
When I was showering: "You're so clever!" That's not necessarily true. Most likely, the screenwriters are the clever ones.
While I was getting dressed, I heard two outbursts from the woman. Firstly: "You have such high moral standards!" That one hurt a bit. Considering that my downfall was in that category. And secondly: "You idiots. It's not a reef. It's the Kraken!" Well isn't that cute. It seems Maka fancies insulting fictional characters.
When I finally emerged from the bathroom I finally saw what I'd been hearing all morning. She had moved so that she was lying on her stomach on the couch staring at the screen. She didn't seem to notice my entrance and I watched as Johnny Depp put the moves on Keira Knightley. I heard her muttering and moved closer to catch what she was saying.
"What about Will? I hate cheaters." Her rant could be summed up by these sentences but she felt it necessary to continue on, going as far as to calling the innocent actress a slutty bitch.
"Oh come on, she's not that bad. It was a test. Maybe you'd know that if you were paying attention." I interjected.
"Whatever. Her teeth are too white to be a pirate anyway," she grumbled. "When did you get here?"
"A couple minutes ago-"
"-They're trying to bloody defeat the Kraken? How dumb." Apparently I'm not more important than a movie. Right O. I took a seat on the floor, leaned against the couch, and waited. The movie would end soon enough.
Apparently I have narcolepsy or something on top of all my other problems because I was awoken by Maka several hours later. It was a marathon, she explained, and the fourth installation of the series had just ended. I grunted in response. She wandered into the kitchen.
"We have no food. A home isn't a home without food." She had certainly gotten used to the idea of sticking around. I grabbed my keys to the motorcycle and the credit card from my parents. She emerged from the kitchen and ran at the door.
"I've only gone shopping once before in my life." She beamed up at me and, let me tell you, it was impossible not to smile back. "Sid took me but I just hid in the dressing room while he picked out some clothes for me. Now he brings me my groceries and stuff." She got on the motorcycle before I did this time. It seemed that she'd gotten used to it overnight. She looked pretty good sitting on my motorcycle wearing my clothes. "You coming or not."
"Excuse me princess. I'm a fan of walking." She hummed in disapproval, if that's possible, and I leisurely got on as well. She was far too excited for her own good.
We arrived at the first destination, the grocery store, and picked up the works. Milk, bread, nutella. All of the necessities. All was going swimmingly until check out. Maka had been having a great time, skipping around the store, but as soon as the woman up front asked how Maka's shopping experience had been, she froze, she stuttered, and she looked at me for answers. I had nearly forgotten her complete fear of the human race.
"It was fine, thanks." The woman turned to me and smiled through her obvious confusion. I smiled rather grimly and took Maka's hand in mine, trying to calm her down. It diverted her attention from the store tenant long enough to get the hell out of there.
Once outside, I opened up the seat of the motorcycle where a small compartment was. I placed the bags there and headed back to the apartment.
"Are you sure you want to do anymore shopping today? You can just wear what you're wearing to the meeting tonight. No one will mind."
"Meeting?" She looked up at me in confusion until it dawned on her. "Oh. Meeting. No, I want to go out shopping again. Sorry I freaked out a bit." I smiled at her. She really doesn't need to apologize for everything. Voicing my thoughts, we climb back on the motorcycle and before she could respond I accelerated at a speed in which she must grab hold of me tighter. She mumbles to herself incoherently. Although, I believe I heard he say something about me giving her headaches. I certainly have no idea what that would be about. Why, I'm a complete angel.
Outfit shopping was entirely uneventful and boring. The highlight was when she came out of the dressing rooms with a red dress she wanted clinging to her. It fit her very well, what with its long sleeves that hung off her shoulders and extremely short hemline. A woman walking by complimented her and instead of running back into the dressing room, as I thought she would, she bowed her head and squeaked out a thank you. However, when a man complemented her on a black dress she tried on, she did hightail it back to the dressing room. So conclusion, Maka + Women = somewhat normal response, but Maka + Men = "Oh my god, the apocalypse is coming. Where is my steel box I'm going to live in for a decade?"
Checking out was a much smoother process then last time. When asked how her shopping had gone she responded with a short, "Fine, thanks." and carried on with her life. It seemed she learned from experience. She gave a toothy grin and gathered her bags.
We also bought a bed and other furnishings for her room.
By the time all of this was done it was nearing the time in which we would need to be leaving for the meeting we had tonight. Perhaps I should explain. My brother, Wes, enrolled me, without my knowledge or approval, into a therapeutic program. It's complete shit. Kim, the moron who ran the program, tries her very best. She really did, but that didn't change the fact that everyone hated her. As far as we knew she only had about two friends. Maybe she should be the one in counseling. Basically, the whole thing is pretty boring and a complete waste of time. I'm banking on the fact that Maka will make it more interesting. In the time I've known her, she has used countless big words against me and I desperately hope she will stump Kim and her little college degree. That would be entertaining.
I told Maka that we needed to leave soon and she emerged from her bedroom wearing some of her new clothes. She evidently had very good taste. I'm no expert on women's fashion, but I'm pretty sure a red silk tee and dark, almost black, jeans with ballet flats is a very good look. I'm probably just biased.
"Well then let's go!" I really have no idea why she's so pumped for life today. It's certainly been a long day and quite frankly, I'm a bit grumpy, more so than usual. We hop on the motorcycle for the billionth time today and are off to our destination.
Maka's POV:
I'm not sure why I'm so excited. I don't particularly like people, if you haven't noticed yet, but they're Soul's friend, and I guess he's okay. I mean, I am living in his house. We were at the entrance of this giant warehouse. It had a giant rusty door that slides open instead opening in or out. It looked pretty sketch.
"It looks rough, but it's not." He slid open the door and I saw a dimly lit room with nothing but a circle of chairs filled with, what appeared to be, four frustrated people and two extremely happy people.
"SOUL~!" A masculine voice rang out. Then a blur of black and blue. Then Soul's quiet, "Not this again." Then the sight of a muscular man on top of a lanky Soul. Not that Soul's not muscular; it's just that this guy was huge. He shoved the unknown man off of him.
"Black Star. Stop. Doing. That." The bluenette laughed in his face.
"I don't take orders from peasants like you!" Black Star, I suppose that's his name, then proceeded to sit back down next to a woman with long black hair. Soul led me to sit down in the fold out chairs.
"Okay everyone. It looks like we have a new friend today," an overly cheery woman with pink hair said.
"We aren't kindergartners," a voice belonging to a woman with long blonde hair called out. "Talk to us normally." The pink haired woman ignored her and threw me a giant smile.
"My name is Kim and I'm the group's therapist. Let's all introduce ourselves and admit what our problems are, as per usual. Soul, be serious this time." She gave him a warning glare that he responded to with a smirk.
"I'm Black Star, and according to her," he jerked his thumb to Kim, "I have a god complex. Whatever. I'm just better than everyone else and know it." She shot him a sad look
"I'm Tsubaki and I have Laliophobia, which is the fear of speaking." She smiled at me and I smiled back. She seemed nice enough.
"I'm Patty! I have-"
"-I'm Liz. Patty is my sister. There is nothing wrong with her and if you think there is, you're wrong. Clinically, I have Chiraptiphobia, the fear of being touched. But the truth is, our father just sucked. He's our problem."
"Mine too!" I'm not sure why I called that out. It just seemed appropriate. She looked at me with an emotionless expression.
"I'm Death the Kidd, but just call me Kidd. I have Asymmetriphobia. I like things perfect."
"I'm Soul. Like any other man in the world, I have Menophobia."
"Soul! You don't have the fear of menstruation." Poor Kim. At this everyone busted out laughing and she just looked flustered. "You. What's your name. And problem. And no funny business." I froze up. She looked angry. I didn't want her to be angry at me.
Soul spoke up, "Lay off Kim. She's Maka."
"Y-yeah. I'm Maka. I not really a p-people person." Soul glared at Kim and whispered in my ear.
"She's new to this. She sucks." I nodded and kept my eyes wide open, trained on her. I didn't know what she was going to do next. What if she told me I was worthless? What if she hurt me? Lost in my thoughts, I missed the whole session and before I knew it, Soul was jostling me, telling me it was time to go home. I nodded and he led me away. We reached his motorcycle and he attempted to comfort me more. By the time we started driving home, I was back to normal.
On our way, while waiting for a light to turn green, a woman scantily clad came up to us. She grinned at Soul and started whispering in his ear. He turned absolutely scarlet. I don't think I've ever seen someone turn that color before. She then turned to me and in a chipper, high-pitched voice exclaimed, "I'm Blair~!" Soul continued to stare straight ahead willing the light to turn green but to no avail. I took in the woman's appearance. She was clad in, what looked like, a swimsuit with a leather jacket and witch-like hat. Her eyes were golden and her hair was purple. She gave Soul another meaningful look before scampering off to do what ever else prostitutes do.
Perhaps she wasn't a whore, and I was just being a judgmental ass. No, she definitely was not very innocent. I think Soul was about to faint. I smacked the back of his head to get his attention. The light had long since turned green. He sped off, like he usually does, and we arrived at our complex in a rather short time.
While Soul, apparently still recovering from the earlier encounter, fumbled with the keys, I heard soft noises coming from behind the dumpster. Peering around the corner, I nearly had a heart attack at the sight of a cat with purple fur. It opened its eyes to reveal eyes of the golden sort. I couldn't help it.
"Blair?" The cat seemed to like that name. It stood, stretched, and meandered to my feet. Soul called from the front door and I turned with a final glance over my shoulder at the cat.
"I see you've made lots of new friends tonight."
"What?" He pointed to my feet and I saw the kitten looking up at me. Apparently I was stuck with the thing. "Her names Blair." At the mention of the name, he looked queasy. "Can we keep her?" He nods distantly and we head to our room, cat in tow.
"Just to let you know, the woman we saw tonight, Blair, didn't say what you thought she may have said." I looked at him in confusion. "There was nothing sexy about what she told me." He went into his bedroom muttering about how there are something's you just shouldn't talk about doing to people. I blew a strand of hair out of my face. I still didn't have a bed so I settled myself on the couch again. Blair hopped on my lap and I soon fell to sleep, thinking about all the new people that had been introduced into my life.
A/N: Knowing in your hearts how much I love you, I ask you to review this story, and make me the happiest person alive. A little over dramatic, but oh well! So the rest of the cast is introduced! I especially like Blair, both the cat and human form. ^.^