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Paper n pen: Well, the denseness has it's advantages, haha!
AngelOfFluffines: Thanks dear! Still have no time to read darn! I'm getting withdrawal syndrome from not being able to read any fanfics! T_T Concentrating on output. I used to be in the city 5 days, now it's just 3…sigh…
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Vi3009: Yay! So glad you like it! Gosh… I love to write, but I can't lug my laptop around with me too often. When I try to set up my computer in the boondocks, the cats keep stepping all over it or catching my fingers as I type.
SakuandSyao-CLAMPGirlForever: haha! Well… Maka reasoned out all the things that would make him "gay".
Jezzimare: Eh, Soul will get what he wants in the end, haha! :D I'm his self-proclaimed fairy godmother… thingy… What Soul wants, Soul gets!
Shanagi95: Heh, Maka's stubborn. She'll realize it soon, but not after practically being naked in front of him, I suppose, haha!
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CHAPTER 6
Hey Soul Sistah!
The next morning, doll-Maka awoke to find herself back in the luxurious Evans' room.
It was a Friday morning and once again Soul had school. The alarm clock sounded and Maka watched a grumpy, bedheaded Soul get up from bed and shut off the offending mechanism. Maka giggled at how messy and groggy the white-haired male looked.
The doll thought he was rather cute, though he obviously was not a morning person. It was much easier to notice and admit his attractiveness and good points knowing that he swayed that way, or so Maka believed. She knew she was in no danger of being romantically attracted or involved with him because he was 'safe' – or so Maka believed. She felt so comfortable around him already because she knew that inside this manly shell was a woman just like her – or so Maka believed.When he undressed and unknowingly showed Maka his full butt-naked male glory the doll noted how well-endowed he was in that aspect and was glad she wouldn't get a taste of that because he was a fairy – or so Maka believed!
Oh, the things we believe in!
The blonde beauty once again felt Soul's loving caresses on her hair as he murmured his 'gotta go to school' and 'see you laters'. She of course interpreted them as friendship touches.
Classes at Shibusen couldn't get any more boring for the school heartthrob. Days without Maka were dreadfully dreary. On his way to the Infirmary at the end of classes, Soul eyed the bulletin boards' posts of the academy's top students.
Shibusen Honor Roster
1. Maka Albarn
2. Ox Ford
3. Tsubaki Nakatsukasa
4. Harvar de Eclair
5. Kirikou Rung
6. Kim Diehl
7. Felicity Masayahin*
8. Death the Kid (Should be at the 3rd spot but insisted on this number, of course)
9. Soul Eater Evans
10. Sylvester Mautak*
"Tsk, tsk" Soul made a sound of annoyance. "I gotta study harder to make it to Ox's spot… so… my name will be next to Maka's." A sharp grin split his face. "Then maybe she'd actually talk to me."
Determination set in his mind as he continued to his destination.
"You called for me, Nurse Medusa?" Soul politely asked upon entering the nurse's office.
"Ah, yes! Just the boy I wanted to see!" The nurse was glowing with happiness. She seemed to be thinking of something about him that she wasn't about to tell – the student suspected. "I wanted to offer you this doll house since your –eherm - 'Maka' might not have a proper home to be kept in!"
Soul sweat dropped. Nurse Medusa seemed to keep selling him things for his doll. But then – he thought to himself - if that doll was really Maka in real life, he'd really buy her whatever she wanted, that he could afford, in a heartbeat.
Again Medusa's voice shook him out of his musings. "Since you're currently my best customer, I'm going to give you a some FREE furnishings along with it! Here's a bookshelf and a vanity table - and a kitchen showcase!" The woman piled a couple of boxes on top of the dollhouse box.
She followed with a mischievous smile "Oh, and… you might wanna check out this catalogue of doll dresses and outfits. Made to order – just call me in advance so I can make them." Medusa leaned in a bit closer to whisper in Soul's ear "It's got a lingerie section!"
The boy immediately blushed. He shook all thoughts of Maka in lingerie for fear of having another nosebleed. Memories of the previous night kept flashing in his mind against his will, despite how hard he tried to shove them away. He turned to the businesswoman/nurse and settled his dues to distract himself from these raunchy thoughts.
He also requested the purchased items to be delivered to his residence. He knew he wouldn't be able to pull this off. It was difficult enough trying to conceal the doll and the items he got for her the past few days on his way home the last time.
Soul was already about to step outside the nurse's office when she called to him one last time for the day.
"Have sweet dreams tonight, dear." Medusa snickered.
Soul thought it odd for such an off-handed comment, so he just shrugged it off and went on his way home.
Back at the Evans Manor, Maka awaited the return of her uh – 'gal' pal. She watched a butler enter Soul's room carrying a large brown box and settle it nicely on the space beside the table where she was perched. The butler gave Maka a once over and blew, rather forcefully, a gush of wind out his nose, clearly trying to stifle a laugh. Once the servant had exited the room she heard his loud guffaws from the other side of the door.
"I guess his family still doesn't know Soul is gay," Maka thought to herself.
The laughing had hardly ended when a crack was heard, along with a terrified yell of "Master Soul!" Profuse apologies followed shortly after.
A few moments later, who else but Soul walked in.
The frail blonde watched him as he put down his bag, approached the box and proceeded to unload its contents. There was a large, beautiful dollhouse, a vanity table, a complete kitchen set, then -
Maka's eyes shone with pure joy when a bookshelf was arranged in the bedroom of the dollhouse. She thanked God and Medusa, and Soul, and all who flashed by her mind at the moment, out of happiness.
Soul didn't put her into her dollhouse yet, though. He let her sit upon a pile of books as he once again wrestled with schoolwork. Either way, Maka enjoyed.
Night time came soon after, and the pretty doll was tucked into bed in her new dollhouse. She looked forward to meeting Soul in her dreams that night and, ironic as it sounded, was excitedly waiting to fall asleep. Slumber did overtake her less than an hour later.
Soul Eater Evans stood in a dark empty space. Where was he? Why was he here? He remembered getting into bed a while ago, so this obviously must be a dream. This would be his weirdest dream yet, he thought. Something tugged at his mind. He turned around. A door. Enter it – something urged him. He took the doorknob, turned and entered.
He found himself stepping into a bright, cheerful room. It was predominantly pink and the furnishings looked vaguely familiar. A bed, a wardrobe, a vanity table and a bookshelf all matched with each other in the room.
Not even done with his observation of the unfamiliar room, he was thrown a few steps back as a small, female body hurled itself on to him. Uncharacteristic girly squeals could be heard as this strange female jumped repeatedly without letting him out of her embrace. Soul knew that voice all too well – Maka!
The boy's heart pounded hard and fast in his chest. He broke into a cold sweat and his hands felt cold as they twitched nervously. He felt his face heat up and he knew he was blushing something fierce! The girl he had been in love with all this time was hugging him – and she's so happy about it too! Oh what a wonderful dream! This could only lead to better things, the red-eyed charmer thought to himself excitedly.
When the girl of his dreams (literally and figuratively in this case) finally pulled away to stare into his face and grace him with her first words to him, he could not help but feel dazed at the euphoric situation he was in.
"Finally, finally, finally!" Soul cheered to himself wordlessly.
She parted her lips, "Hey Soul SISTAH!"
Soul's dumbfounded expression didn't change, but his blush rapidly faded into a face so pale it competed with his hair. The words sunk in slowly, painfully sending him into complete mortification.
'Soul SISTAH? As in Sister? What the heck?' Soul stood motionlessly gaping like a fish out of water.
Maka just stared at him smiling brightly. As the moment of Soul's petrification extended further, her smile faltered.
"Uhm, Soul?" The blond girl waved a hand in front of his face to try to snap him out of it. "What's wrong, sistah? Hey girlfriend!"
In a snap Soul was back. Inside he was swirling with so many emotions – shock, embarrassment, confusion, horror, clearly blown away male ego. He trained his face and temper into his trademark coolness even if he wanted so badly to explode on the girl for such an accusation. His large, elegant hand shot out and caught the girl's smaller hand, effectively stopping her waving it in his face.
"Maka" was all he could say when he was cut short by streams of excited chatter from the girl before him.
"Oh, Soul! I never knew you were gay! I always thought you were just another pervert out there trying to get into my skirt! I'm so happy that you're not! In fact, I've always wanted to have a gay friend! You know I need advice on my fashion picks sometimes, and I know that you guys are the ones with the best taste in that aspect and Oh! I'm sooo excited! And by the way, thanks for getting me this dollhouse and the bookshelf! Oh, I looove books! Do you like to read romance novels? I have a few I can share with you! I know I may not seem like the type, but I secretly wish those kind of men in those novels were real! Because the men in real life are such pigs! Eh, so—"
Soul tried to regain some of his lost cool, and put a finger on Maka's lips to shut her up gently. Truth be told, he hardly heard anything she said. She talked too fast and he was too frazzled by her sudden attention to him.
"Let me introduce myself properly," he drawled as suavely as he could. Taking a small step back, he bowed graciously. "I am Soul Eater Evans, king of cool this side of the globe." He followed that up with a dashing smile, showing off his intimidating sharp teeth. Yes, he appeared cool on the outside, but inside he was scrambling to gain some composure. Despite the mistaken gender-preference, he couldn't stop himself from his obsessive attraction to this pig-tailed blonde, and it was making him very, very nervous.
Maka blushed at his suaveness. He looked mighty attractive at that moment, in his signature orange muscle shirt, tan pants and leather jacket. She couldn't deny that he was totally hot when he did that, or did anything else. Drawing from her (false) belief that he was gay helped her to stay rooted to her nerdy, bookwormy, man-hating senses.
"Well, Soul, I am Maka Albarn, but I'm sure you already know that" Maka casually introduced herself with a sincere smile.
"Nice to finally meet you, Maka" the charming male didn't let go of her hand since he grasped it, and took the said hand and kissed it lightly.
"No need to be so formal, girlfriend" Maka snapped her hand back out of his only to slap him softly on the shoulder.
'GRRR! Girlfriend! She still thinks I'm gay?' Soul thought to himself furiously. His cool smirk didn't twitch even a bit despite the repeated blow to his masculinity.
Unable to change her perception of him at the moment, Soul decided to use her mistaken impression of him to his advantage, but he sure as heck WILL NOT play gay. He would just keep quiet about it – avoid the topic, that way he'd be safe - from being distanced from this man-hater that he loved, and safe from the accusation really confirming itself in Maka's mind.
"Anyways, I'm so glad to be able to talk to you!" Maka carried on the conversation happily. "So I guess it's really true that you're super rich, huh? That's good, I'm so happy for you!"
"Yes, thank you. I try not to depend on my family's fortune all the time." Soul answered her. "One can't stay rich without a source of income that keeps one rich, so my brother and I are trying to be wise in financial investments even early on in our years."
"Oh, wow!" Maka was impressed. "Your family is famous for your musical skills. I deduce that you play the piano?"
Soul flinched. That was a touchy subject. All his family members played happy music, but he alone played dark, melancholic songs that reflected what kind of person he was. At the continuous complains of his parents about him to change his style, he stopped playing the instrument altogether, discouraged at how nobody appreciated his unique melodies that came straight from his soul.
"Used to." His answer was short and curt.
Maka could tell that he was uncomfortable about the subject, so didn't press further. Her eyes showed sadness though, since she wanted to hear him play.
Seeing this, Soul tried to make amends. "I can if you want me to, but maybe some time later." Looking around the room he saw there was no piano anyway in the room for him to play right now.
Maka's eyes instantly lit up at his words. She smiled. Soul's heart soared.
"I made her smile!" He remarked to himself.
"Anyways," Maka changed the subject, "I'm really craving for – "
"Strawberry shortcake?" Soul ended her sentence for her.
"YES! Oh you knew! I can't believe how well you know me!" Maka happily chimed. "I'm so glad you're not straight, because otherwise, I'd think you were a creep and a pervert! You're stalking me all over the place kinda scared me, you know? I would have nearly called the cops on you."
Soul made a nervous laugh. "Hehehe, creep. Pervert, stalker. Yeah, that's not me, definitely not me, heh-heh." Again he felt embarrassed at his obvious attraction to her. For the second time that night he was glad she thought he was gay. If she only knew what he thought of her in the privacy of his mind!
The couple exited the room and explored the rest of the house. Both noted that it was still a bit empty, save for Maka's bedroom and the kitchen.
"Let's check the ref first." The male suggested.
To their delight, there was indeed a delicious-looking strawberry shortcake sitting on the top shelf of the ref. Maka searched the cupboards of the pretty, dainty kitchen and found some powdered milk tea. Perfect!
As Soul cut the cake, Maka heated some water for the tea.
The cake tasted just like the ones that were served at Maka's favorite café near Shibusen. Soul decided their family Chef's version of the confection was still better and promised Maka he would try to get her some next time.
The pair ended up talking about schoolwork and (much to Soul's chagrin), how annoying (straight) men are. (It's quite obvious that Maka was directing the conversation here). Soul didn't speak much, just nodded in agreement or put in his opinion in short, curt words. He was too fascinated listening to Maka's voice, which he deemed angelic. Although he knew her voice well, due to his constant looming around the girl, she hardly ever talked to him. He relished the fact that this angel's speech was now addressed to him.
After the snack and cleaning up, the couple returned to the room.
"I'm kinda tired and sleepy now." Maka stretched out her arms as she yawned. She sat on the bed. "I'm so glad to be friends with you Soul." She gave him a sweet smile.
'Only friends?' Soul thought, but flashed Maka back a smirk of his own. "I'm thankful that you even talk to me now." He replied truthfully.
"If I had known you were gay, I'd have talked to you sooner." Maka plopped into bed.
Soul twitched. He definitely did not like the idea that he was queer, though it was useful in getting Maka to open up to him faster. He stood there watching her with a sour expression on his face as he wondered when he would drop the bomb on his crush.
"Soul!" Maka called to him, effectively breaking his thoughts. "If you're sleepy, come lie down beside me. I don't mind." She yawned again before dozing off.
Soul twitched again, but for a different reason. He blushed bright red and a trickle of blood dripped from his nose. His mouth watered. Oh, how he liked the idea of being able to sleep beside Maka without her shoving him off the bed in alarm! That would be all he would ever want! (well, as of the moment, at least).
The white-haired male scuttled towards the bed and eagerly rolled to the sleeping girl's side. He did not let any part of himself touch her, as he respected her space, and it wasn't really proper to be groping a girl the fist time you two actually meet, regardless of his long-time obsession with her. Nope, that's not what cool guys do. He wiggled close enough to feel her warmth radiate from her body, though, and fell into a contented, blissful sleep.
NOTES:
* I had to throw in a few names in there. Those are actually my OC's in my comics over at Deviantart.
Thanks for reading! Sorry again for the terribly looooong delay! I'm not in the city as often anymore and I am currently recovering from the flu. Leave a review if you like! Hugs and kisses! XOXOXO