Right, so I'm going to add this into here! This ain't a One-Shot but it's a story that I have unbelievable writer's block with therefore it lives here now. Some may be familiar with it cause it's been off and on this site but I'm just going to leave it here. Cause I can. This'll be a 4 Chapter story and if you like it, great. If not, skip the next three chapters.
'Soul Eater absolutely hates Maka Albarn. He hated her the moment she left as they were children with no contact and blames her for the bitter being he is today. Soul dislikes human interaction except with only a small handful of people but the one person he cannot stand is Maka Albarn. What happens when she finally returns?"
The leaves swayed gently with the breeze, the whisper of the wind flowing in and out of the branches. Blackstar stumbled from the apartment, after Soul and Kid fell from it in a similar fashion, clutching their heads painfully.
"Jeez, we didn't think that one through," Kid comments, rubbing the back of his neck, a scowl on his face.
"Ugh, can say that again," Blackstar agreed, stretching his arms behind his head, his words separated with a long yawn.
Soul said nothing, a grimace planted firmly on his face as he shaded his eyes from the sun, wincing as it hit his face. He flinched as he thought back to the previous night and looked in the direction of the apartment complex with an expression filled with obvious annoyance. He scowled before rubbing his bed-mussed head, sighing before hanging his head back to glare at the sky, the dull blue colour reflecting his mood.
The two boys at his sides followed his gaze and raised their brows, Kid chuckled and slapped Souls back, causing his friend to rest his expressionless gaze on him.
"Pissed about last night, huh?"
Soul scoffed and cast his eyes away in disinterest, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He cast his eyes back to the apartment complex and glared at it, cursing himself lightly as he wondered why on earth he reacted to things this way when his friends were so carefree.
Maka's fault, he thought bitterly, and this time he couldn't suppress his growl. Soul began acting this way after Maka forced him to fall for her then leave. It awakened new feelings and introduced him to new emotions and needs. But, did he do this to Maka? No. Therefore Maka did this to him.
"Anyhow," Blackstar interrupted his thoughts. "What happened with Liz anyways? Did she get what she wanted?" He wiggled his brows suggestively.
Soul couldn't help but grin. He, Blackstar and Kid were all 17 and grew up together. The three, plus Maka, Liz and her sister and Blackstar's girl Tsubaki used to be inseparable. That was before Maka confessed to Soul. When she did that he was the happiest man on earth, but he was wrong. He was led on. Maka confessed the day she found out she was leaving in a month's time, and spent that month manipulating Soul, making him fall in love with her and them basically admitting he was not worth staying with and left him. Soul winced again. She did all that with no thought about how the he would feel when all was said and done. She was so oblivious. So unconditionally kind and sweet. Soul despises it.
As he pondered this, Soul's previous grin answered Blackstar's question and him and Kid wolf whistled exaggeratedly. Souls scoffed again and shook his head, his brows creasing as he thought back to it again.
"C'mon, Soul. Not like you haven't done it before."
Soul sighed at that. He was right. He's slept with Liz multiple times now and has even slept with a couple of other woman, anything ever came of it. Last night the three went to a club, and may or may not have drank some beverages that influenced them, otherwise he never would have slept with Liz. Hey, she was nice and all but Liz possessed the feelings he didn't have. He simply lusted for her and she wanted more than he was willing to give, she didn't only do it for the sex, as he was.
Soul groaned and began to walk from the two boys, and they knew better than to follow him. Soul buried his hands deeper in his pockets and he trudged back home. His eyes cast over the big Victorian house that used to be so full of life but was now so empty, his parents were long gone, and his brother had left with no contact. Before he entered his eyes wandered to the woods beside his home where he and Wes used to play in as children, he winced and hesitated, his eyes lingering on the green of the trees and eventually made his way into the woods he was so fond of. He stopped in a clearing, feeling protected by the layers of trees surrounding the small clearing his slumped down onto the grass, lacing his fingers behind his head as he leaned back, staring blankly up at the sky.
I never asked for this, Soul thought again, his brows creasing into a frown. Thinking back to when he and Maka were kids, and they refused to grow up. They never wanted to grow old they wanted to be kids forever. They were doing pretty damned well before Maka dumped all that love stuff on him. She forced him to fall in love and suffer heartbreak too soon, and now he suffers what he suffers today because of her selfishness.
He was sure he could enjoy the positives growing up offers if it was with someone he loved. Hell, he loved the sex until it was over and then had time to ponder it. He couldn't ignore the guilt that gnawed in his stomach as he thought of Maka's face after, but he chased it away with a snarl. This was all her fault.
Maka was so damn sweet and innocent, Soul thought bitterly, his lips curling into a scowl, he bets she wouldn't believe how much Soul had come to loathe her so, though at the same time long for her. She was clueless. Pure. Absolutely pitiful. She wouldn't understand and single thing, hence why Soul stopped calling her. Then stopped answering her calls. Then her texts. Then stopped thinking about her all together.
The snapping of a twig made Soul's eyes fly open, him jumping to his feet swiftly and scan the trees that eerily surrounded him. No one knew about this place but his few friends, who he doubted would dare come here, so he was anxious. He made his way into the trees, following the direction of which the sound came from. Seeing nothing, he sighs as he made his way back to the clearing, grumbling in irritation as he did.
That was until he was pressed up against a tree.
When his eyes stopped rattling in his skull, he looked down to meet two, dark blue eyes, full with lust and his stomach clenched. Her lips curled up into a suggestive smile, her hands trailing from his shoulders down his arms.
Soul pushed her from him roughly, his lips curling up in a snarl, but Liz was back in place before he could even blink, even speak, and this time pressing herself to him. Soul fought a groan, squeezing his eyes shut tight, but raised his hands to push her away again.
"Stop fighting me, Soul." Liz purred, he felt her lips moving against his neck as she spoke, his eyes rolled back as he sighed. But he fought the pleasure and growled through clenched teeth.
"How did you find me?" he asked, pushing her from him once again, but she appeared as quick as she did before. "Kid and Blackstar," was all she said before she pressed herself to him again, shushing his complaints.
"Come on, Soul, you want it as much as I do," she cooed in his ear. "Oh, you know how I love you, Soul." Soul's face scrunched up in disgust at the word, as well as her tone. She was always sickly sweet to him when she did this, he could growl in her face, teeth bared and all and she'd still speak to him in that tone, as all the girls did.
As everyone did.
She pressed against him harder and this time he couldn't suppress his groan. His arms subconsciously wrapping around her waist to pull her closer, his head dropping down to the curve of her neck, biting down. She moaned and pressed herself closer to him, her breath hitching in her throat as his hand trailed down to the hem of her skirt…
"Well, well, well…"
The two jumped apart to see who intruded, Liz's arms wrapped around herself as if she was violated. Soul suppressed a laugh at this. He would have if he'd known who was speaking. He knew every person who had access this part of the woods, yet he did not recognise this voice. His eyes turned dark and dangerous, narrowing into slits as he looked in the direction of which the voice spoke.
"Whose there?" he asked, his voice low and angry.
"What, you don't recognise my voice, Soul?" the voice drawls.
Soul doesn't respond.
"Ouch." the voice says in mock offence.
It was a female that much he knew. He frowned at the tone, no one spoke to him like that, especially a woman. Woman longed and feared him at the same time, lusting for the well-built body he possessed and indifferent attitude, he was wild and dangerous. Soul glared in the direction, the curvy figure hidden in shadows confirmed his suspicion that it was indeed a woman, though the voice wasn't high and sweet like any other girl he knew. No, her voice was low, not deep like a man, but not high like a woman, a tone to it gave off the impression she was bored. It had a rough edge to it, it was different.
It was intriguing.
Whoever it was, began to step forward, a low chuckle breaking from her lips as she stepped into the light. Soul's eyes widened and he fell back a few steps, even Liz pressed a hand to her mouth.
The woman was without a doubt the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Her body was lean and toned, her hips small and defined in her black leggings, her brown army-like boots half way up her shin. Her stomach was flat and toned, it being exposed due to the heat, the grey-white crop top hiding her chest. Her long, ash blonde hair fell way past her hips, hanging loosely at her sides, her arms tangled in it as she folded her arms over her chest and leaned back to rest on a tree, her head tilted to the side as she eyed to two in amusement.
Soul's unintentionally assessed the body before looking to the face, though he was not disappointed there either. She had a strong jaw, and a straight proud nose. Her cheekbones were high and defined, he imagined they were more so when she smiled. But there was more to this person, Soul had yet to realise this. He only came to the realisation of who witnessed his affair with the woman at his side when he looked up at her eyes.
The last person he's ever wanted to see him with another woman.
The last person he ever wanted to see, or expected to see ever again.
The person who had haunted his dreams since the night she stole his first kiss.
Maka's emerald, almond shaped eyes were no longer as wide and innocent as he'd remembered. They were sharp and mature. Observant. They was turned up in obvious amusement, one perfect brow arched up as she eyed the two before her. Her full lips parted slightly, blowing out a puff of air in mock exasperation.
"Nothing? Well, that's a shame Soul, thought we had something special."
By now he had gotten over the shock, and remembered how he should feel seeing her here. Not relieved. Not excited. Not happy. No, Soul was none of those things, an emotion that overlapped all the others burned in his eyes as he looked at the newly developed girl before him, and emotion he's held on to till the day he saw her again, and emotion she herself introduced him to.
Anger.
But before her could voice it, Maka laughed. The sound was cold and harsh, not at all like the Maka he knew. The Maka he remembered was warm, soft and innocent. So pure and unconditionally kind. She wasn't sarcastic, dark or cold. Who was this?
"My bad, guys. I see you're... busy. Please," she gestured at the two though he eyes remained on Soul, her eyes cold and hard, "Carry on." But as she tilted her head at him, he saw something else. Mocking. She was making fun of him. And, hell, did it made his blood boil. She seemed to notice the effect she was having on him, oh she knew she was pissing him off. He gritted his teeth and she laughed. She actually laughed at him, before turning off the tree swiftly to make her way back into the shadows, disappearing. It was silent for a moment, the two in the trees held their breath in the shock of what had just happened, before Soul finally recovered.
He snapped.
A snarl ripped through his throat as he made his way forward, completely ignoring Liz's presence he made his way after the girl from his childhood. No, the girl who stole his childhood. He whacked branches and leaves out of his way as he went off in the direction she went, his eyes blazing as he spotted the back of her.
Soul sped forward and grabbed Maka by the waist and flung her toward a nearby tree, pressing his hands on either side of her head, caging her. He expected to see at least some surprise in her eyes, fear, and shock like any normal woman. Like any woman he's ever spoke to. But no, she looked up at him as if she'd seen this coming, her lips curled up into a cocky little smirk that made his heard pound and jaw clench.
He lowered his head so his eyes were on line with hers, his full of built up anger and hers mocking and amused.
"Maka," his voice rumbled in his chest, it was lower than usual and Maka had to suppress the urge to wince and the absolute rage in that one word. That one name. Her name. She was very aware his anger was aimed at her, which made her strong. She tilted her chin up as she met his gaze, even had the nerve to: "Hmm?" as he said her name, making him growl and press her almost painfully into tree, the rough bark biting into her back. He paused before continuing, his eyes almost on fire.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
The sentence was so calm, but so angry. Maka knew what was happening. Soul had a kind of 'calm before the storm' when he got mad or upset, and right now he was both. He would speak slowly and precisely. Calm but each syllable betraying his absolute fury. Then, the storm. He would snap. Scream, yell, shake her, break things, he would go completely berserk with rage when he was angry enough, like now for instance.
Maka couldn't wait for the storm.
She'd tilted her head back to smirk at him again, him meeting her gaze with a snarl, his teeth bared.
