Soul Mix
by.
Poisoned Scarlet

Jam 09: Boum Boum by Enigma
Maka

"Simplicity, complexity, oh, what a tragedy
Reality, insanity, strange normality
Incredible, untouchable, visual
And I want you, just you, but natural..."


The chapter of Lust.

The smell of sex and sin is thick in the air.

It threatens to constrict you into its dusty pages.

Your body, they say, hasn't changed at all but you beg a differ! There are a lot of differences, noticeable differences, but, strangely enough, you don't make a big deal out of it like you would if you were a girl. You just brush if off instead of being hurt by their comments.

You sorta' don't care.

That demon woman, clearly looking like something out of this world, is rubbing herself against the damn pole. Or whatever the hell it is, you don't have the patience to wrack your brain for the word like you would if you were a girl. It just doesn't seem necessary anymore - thing covers it enough.

You know it's wrong, but you stare. Her tits are so huge, and her ass is just begging to be groped, and she's panting, sliding smoldering eyes in your direction deliberately; making a surge of want jolt through your body at her sultry gaze.

She's only wearing an apron... how slutty... yet your body can't help but react to her state of near-undress.

You feel your heart pounding in your chest, pounding your ears and every vital point, and your pants feel tighter all of a sudden?

And then you feel it: a rush of thick warmth down your lips. Blood starts to leak out of your nose because, holy shit, she's hot!

"I... feel like I've just figured out what it's like to be a man." You mutter, unable to stop staring at her jiggling, humongous, soft and perky, boobs...

"Hey, the hells so great about that thing?" Soul shouts at you, his voice octaves higher; giving him that feminine tone. A high soprano, like yours used to be although now it's a regular baritone. The typical voice of a male. "Are you going to melt just because she's got big boobs? Is that it?" She sounds jealous; you wonder why for a second before that demon woman drives your attention back.

Damn, she's hot.

But she's a demon and that's a problem.

You try to shift your eyes away from the succumbs, because you know she's just there to trick you, but it takes a while. Eventually, though, you manage to tear you eyes away again. You focus within yourself, within your soul, and you regain your senses almost immediately.

Sex.

Money.

Filth.

You don't need it. Who the hell would want to become like your dumbass dad, anyway? Definitely not you.

"I can't believe it! You're the worst! To think that that type of woman could get a reaction out of you...UGH!" Soul growls, fisting her delicate hands by her side. Her face is pink with fury. "You're no different than other men, Maka! You're disgusting!"

"Soul..." You vigorously rub your nose to get rid of the blood. That was a low blow, what the heck's her problem? You finally get a good look at her, and the exact opposite of what's running through your mind spills from your lips: "You know, you're kinda' creepy as a girl..."

Her button nose wrinkles and her jewel eyes narrow. "You're not that normal yourself, you know!"

"I never said I was." You answer, cheekily.

"Ugh! Quit playing your games! That's definitely not cool, you..." and you drown her out as she rants. You wonder if Soul usually does this to you, too, and guess you honestly can't blame him – sometimes all that nagging rubs on your nerves.

Kind of like that hot (but evil) succumbs did to that weird pole thing... rubbing herself...

You surreptitiously pinch your arm.

Dirty comparisons like that aren't cool or like you at all! Stupid book.

"Soul." You direct blank green eyes at her, calmly saying: "You're so loud. Would you shut up already? I'm not going to be swayed by some dirty slut, so pipe down. You don't want to attract something worse with your screams, do you?" And you turn away, leaving her shocked silent and seething; you can feel the anger radiating off of her.

You wonder am I like that when I'm a girl? If so, then you guess you shouldn't blame Soul so much for being annoyed half the time. But somehow it's sweet and cute – how she's getting all flustered and worked up at you for looking at another woman. You wonder, again, if it's the same for him, and that makes pink rush to your face.

"Ugh, I think I get what being a guy is all about..." You mutter again, wiping away some last remnants of blood off your lip. "I like being a girl better." You're not lying either. You feel kind of dumbed down in this form...

"Humph!" Soul huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. You notice her chest is quite flat and allow a slight smirk to dash your face. Who's flat-chested now, huh? She notices and frowns, asking with a risen brow: "What're you looking at?"

"No, nothing..." While the others are gawking over the succumbs you have already dismissed as nothing more than a filthy beast, you take this time to subtly gaze appreciatively at this new Soul. He's cute as a girl. Very cute. To the point where you just want to bring her into a tight hug and bury your nose in her long, silky, white locks of hair...

You just want to tear off her clothes, strip by strip, and savor the porcelain skin hidden underneath.

You just want to run your lips down her neck, twine your fingers through her own, and—

You gulp.

Soul narrows her eyes. She tilts her head, suspiciously. "Maka? Are you alright? Is something wrong?"

You don't trust yourself to speak right now.

Get your mind out of the gutter! This chapter is only amplifying your sexual desires; it's nothing out of the ordinary. Everyone else is also experiencing this type of thing. You think you'll be fine once you exit the chapter and move onto the next one, which, if you recall, as you have read through the Book of Eibon briefly before, is a chapter that gives hints to Gluttony.

"I'm fine." You tell her, smiling somewhat crookedly; a habit, it seems, you adopted from your weapon. You notice she goes a little pink and you wonder why for a second before chuckling at the ridiculous notion of Soul being affected by you. You calmly sink you hands into the pockets of your slacks. You don't slouch, though. "You know what, Soul?"

"What?"

"You're pretty cute as a girl." Your smile widens at her sharp in take of breath, oddly. You side-glance her: her wide eyes and flushed cheeks. "But I prefer you better as a guy." You pause. Then you say, a little disturbed: "Uh, does this mean I'm gay or something?" Was that even necessary to say? You think, weirded out. You think you've said something that might give away your feelings for Soul, but right now, stuck as a guy, you don't go into detail about it because Soul has distracted you again.

He giggles. That kind of creeps you out, because this is Soul and the Soul you know definitely doesn't giggle. That'd just be weird and creepy and totally uncool. "No, I don't think so. Since you were born a girl. Our genders have just been reversed here, our sexual preferences are still the same, though."

"Ah, this chapter is screwing with my head!" You rustle your hair with your hand in frustration, scowling. How annoying. You just want to go back to being a girl – at least that's easier to deal with than having your thing act up to filthy whores. Geez, you wonder if it's like this for all guys, and have the covert urge to pummel Soul once you get out of this book and everything goes back to normal...

"Well, then." Blair says, smirking after defeating that filthy demon with her Pum-Pumpkin Cannon. Her male form is just as entrancing as her female form. You guess, either way, Blair will always seduce someone. "Shall we move onto the next chapter...?"

"Let's do as Blair says and move on." Soul speaks up, directing sharp rogue eyes to the Index that nods in understanding. She's way less lazy as a chick, you dryly notice. "We're ready."

"Do you have any lingering attachments to the sin of 'Lust'?" It asks, sagely.

"Uh, no." You say, uncomfortable now. You just wanna' get outta' here – being a girl is way better than being some dumb guy who can't even keep his mind out of the goddamn gutter. Or stop himself from saying stupid stuff. It's so lame. "A quick skim of this place is all we need."

"Very well..." And the world curls in on itself and you're being sent to another chapter within this accursed book...