A/N:Alright, Chapter Twelve! On a roll, Laurnea, let's do this! This chapter is a little short for my liking, but the content is certainly worth a short chapter. Anyway, I cut this one a bit short because the next one is going to run into a whole other phase that drags on for quite a while, so don't worry. I think you guys might really like this one, but if you don't particularly like profanity than I humbly apologize. *YES, THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MANY SWEARS AND CURSE WORDS THAT OTHERS MAY NOT ENJOY!* But other than that, this chapter is very emotional too, so without further ado, let's get this show on the road! DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER, BURLESQUE OR ANY OF THE SONGS CONTAINED IN ANY OF THESE CHAPTERS! *THOUGH THIS ONE DOESN'T HAVE A SONG* Alright, enjoy! (:
CHAPTER TWELVE:
SOUL'S P.O.V
At the end of every single day this week, Maka's been coming home late and returning at ridiculously late hours every single night and it gets worse each and every day. Even worse than that, she doesn't even SPEAK to me anymore. She cooks breakfast in the morning, leaves it out for me and then jets off before I can even wake up. One day, I caught her in the act, but the only thing she said to me was, 'Going out to meet Hiro. See 'ya later!' and then she just left. That same night, she came home at 1-fucking-am. ONE IN THE FUCKING MORNING and still didn't say anything to me! Lately, it's been all about Hiro-this, Hiro-that. I don't even get a 'good morning, Soul' or a 'good night, Soul' because she's either on the phone with Hiro, getting ready to see Hiro, going out with Hiro, going to buy stuff for Hiro, I mean, c'mon! The man's a freakin' millionaire! Why do you even have to buy him anything?!
Point is, she's been so freaking attached to this guy and here I am, livin' with the goddamn girl, and it already feels like I'm back to living alone. She's known this dude for a freakin' week and they're already all over each other. You should see this fucker in the booth at the club! He's over there all kissin' up on her neck, feelin' on her thigh! It's revolting! Call it jealousy all you want, but I can't take this shit anymore. One of these days, I'm gonna say something to her and I'm gonna say it real good so that she never forgets it.
Come Friday night, Maka actually comes home with me on my bike for the first time in AGES, people, AGES. I tried getting home as slow as I possibly could without detection and it worked for a minute or two, but eventually, Maka was rushing me to hurry up so she could get home. Yeah, did I forget to mention that she's been acting like a total BITCH to me lately as well? Well, she has! She's so much more demanding and bossy, like a little spoiled rich girl, but I could never bear to call her out on it. I couldn't do that even if I tried. Sure, it pisses me off, but Hiro's the one pampering her every freakin' day.
First, it started off with the shoes. Now he's buyin' her all sorts of junk that she doesn't even need like a diamond encrusted watch, an expensive party dress that showed WAAAY too much skin for my liking, he even bought her a blue diamond necklace. A BLUE DIAMOND NECKLACE! Do you know how much those cost?! Yeah, more than I make in two years!
Anyway, that night when we got back home, Maka was rushing into the apartment and as soon as I got in, she had already unlocked the door and jumped in the shower. I shut the door and locked it behind me, sighing dramatically, hoping that she'd hear it. I threw all my stuff in my bedroom and sat on the couch with my feet up on the coffee table and my head laid back to look at the ceiling. Honestly, my blood was boiling to such an extent, I'm surprised I didn't just roll over and die right there.
Eventually the water running from the bathroom shut off and Maka was running in her towel to her room to get ready. It took her less than 3 minutes to throw everything on. When she walked out of her room, she surprisingly called out to me for the first time in a week and asked me how she looked. I sat up and saw her wearing a skin tight light pink bodycon dress that was short enough to show off enough of her silky smooth legs and she, of course, wore her precious Louis Vuitton heels that she got from her precious boyfriend. I hit my head back down on the back of the couch to look up to the ceiling once more and gave her a half-assed answer.
"Stunning, Maka, just stunning," I bored. Maka turned to the bathroom and blow dried her hair and curled it as quickly as I could even pay attention. When she was finished, she paced back and forth from her bedroom, to the bathroom to check herself. While she did this, I had to remind her before she completely forgot about it and made plans tonight.
"Maka, you do remember that Tsubaki's wedding was moved up to Sunday, right?" I called out. Yeah, we were all surprised that Tsubaki finished planning everything so early, but she stayed on top of things and she had a lot of hands, so I guess it wasn't impossible.
Maka showed up from the bathroom, now putting on her large ass hoop earrings. "Yeah, I realize that. Why does it matter?" she retorted. Again, with the attitude. "Just wanted to remind you before you made any other plans with your new boyfriend," I snapped back. I put the emphasis on 'boyfriend' because to be honest, that's not what he really was. He was just a dog goin' after a bone. Nothing more nothing less. Dogs get tired of the same bone after a while, same with this one.
"Yeah, what of it?" she snaps again. This woman's testing my patience… "I just think you should be careful, Maka because-." She cuts me off before I could even finish and she stops moving around to give me an evil eye and a scowl that she's never given me before. "And I think that if you really wanna nag a girl about what she should and shouldn't do and who she should and shouldn't talk to, you should call up your girlfriend and annoy her for a night," she said, putting me in my place. I really didn't have anything to say to that, so I just bite my lip in frustration and laid back in the couch.
Maka grabbed her matching diamond encrusted pursue and left, slamming the door and saying nothing even remotely close to a goodbye. I groaned excessively for the rest of the night and began to get even more aggravated the longer I sat around by myself. I paced around the apartment, clenching my hair in my fists and stomping around. "HIRO! WHAT IN GOD'S NAME DID YOU DO TO MY MAKA?! SHE'S A TRAIN WRECK NOW!"
I paused for a minute after what I just said to myself. "My Maka…" I whispered as I stopped my pacing and brought my hands down to my sides. "Yeah… my Maka," I scoffed. She hasn't been my Maka for quite some time now. This Maka is someone completely different. I know nothing about this girl, nor do I want to. I want nothing to do with this Maka.
Thinking of Hiro and Maka together again made the angry return even stronger. I stormed into Maka's room and saw a complete mess of clothes, makeup, hair products, jewelry and magazines. I looked through her stuff in search of something to bring back the memories of my Maka. The one that I grew to love.
As I was searching through her nightstand drawers, I saw something there that I never wanted to see. Something I never dared to imagine. There they were, a half-emptied pack of condoms sitting right there in her nightstand. "She wouldn't… Maka's not…" I tried to talk myself out of whatever thoughts I was having, but this proof was undeniable. Maka isn't like that… She wouldn't dare let Hiro lay a finger on her… No. I slammed the box back down into the drawer, slammed it shut and left her room. I grabbed my keys as quickly as I could and rushed right out of the apartment.
I started up my motorcycle and zipped right down the street, not going anywhere in particular. I probably shouldn't have done this in such a maddened state, but I really couldn't have cared less. What was there possibly to even live for right now? The harder the tears threatened to escape my eyes, the faster I went.
I dodged every single car without fail and left for the desert so I could then be alone. When I finally reached far enough in a deserted area where no one would bother to look for me, I slowed down to a stop and got right off of the bike, laying in the sand. I laid there looking up at the stars and cried. There was nothing else I could do at that moment. I was at the lowest point right then and there. I didn't know what to do, what to think, how to think, who to turn to… nothing. So I sat there, by myself. Doing nothing in particular but letting my heart weep of sadness and regret of not taking the opportunity to leave Sarah and be with Maka sooner. Every single emotion leading up to this point, every thought, every doubt, every revelation just made the tears pour out even harder.
"This sucks. Cool guys like me don't get their heart broken over some girl," I sniffled, wiping my eyes with my sleeve. After staring into the stars for answers, I eventually calmed down and stopped crying. What am I gonna do now? I'm not happy as I am. I know one thing. I want Maka back. The Maka that I know, not the one that Hiro created. I also know that I need to cut ties with Sarah. We aren't… good together. She clearly wants to be with someone else and I can't be there for her, so we should just separate. It's been a long time coming, but better late than never.
I sat up from the ground and figured out what the first step was: leave Sarah. We all knew this was inevitable to begin with. Even if Maka doesn't want me after this, it still has to be done. When the opportunity is given, I'll end things once in for all… yeah, that sounds about right.
I picked up my motorcycle and started it back up to ride. I mounted the bike and decided to just let this all go for now and get some grub while I'm out of the house. I sped right back up to Death City and into town to find a suitable place for dinner. Take out sounded like a pretty good idea because I really wasn't trying to run into Hiro and Maka in a restaurant. I ordered some Chinese food and picked it up right away, heading back home for another lonely night indoors by myself like I had been for a week.
The next morning, I woke up early to see if Maka had returned last night. I had stayed up a little longer than usual to wait for her, but she never came, so I ended up dozing off at some point. When I walked out of my bedroom with my regular disheveled hair, shirtless pajamas and bags under my eyes, I saw Maka standing in the kitchen, wearing the same clothes she had last night, also strutting her disheveled hair, wearing the same clothes, only wrinkled this time and the smell of sex enwrapping her from all around. Of course she spent the night with him.
I stomped over to her and questioned her out of sheer anger. "Where were you last night, huh? Spending the night without even telling me? Havin' me sit up here worryin' about you wondering what in the hell happened to you?" I snapped. Maka glared at me with a look saying, 'how dare you speak to me like that!' "Oh, I'm sorry, Soul, I didn't realize that you were my father and I had to notify you every time I went out and spent the night somewhere else!" she yelled. She clenched her forehead right after she yelled, showing that she had a pounding headache. "Well, it'd be pretty freakin' nice to know so I know that you're alright! For all I know, you could've gotten kidnapped and done away with!" I yelled back. I really didn't care that she had a headache. That's what she gets for not telling me what I needed to be told.
"God, you complain a lot! First, it's all about how I've been going out with Hiro, now it's about spending the night with Hiro. What has gotten into you?! Is there something you need to tell me, Soul?! Is that it?!" she shouted. Her glare got more intimidating, but I wasn't about to back down now. "Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do! I'm over here, trying to protect from the guy whose slutting you up, but you're too damn idiotic and conceited to even think about the possibility that this guy is just in it for the sex! I mean, c'mon Maka, he's got you laid in less than a week, don't you think that says something about the guy?! But no, you wanna go out with him every fucking night and day, ignoring the only person whose lookin' out for you and act like I'm the bad guy! He's a fucking fraud, Maka! Can't you see what this guy's doin' to you?! Use your damn mind and stop letting the money and the sex talk for you!" I shouted.
Maka flinched, looking like she was really hurt by what I said and I immediately regretted it. She backed away from me and looked as if she was about the cry. "Wow… I see. Well, if that's how you really feel…" she moved around me and walked to her room slowly and dejectedly. My face twisted from pure anger, to pure sadness. I can't believe I just called the one girl who means the world to me a slut… Way to go, Eater, way to go.
I ran after Maka who shut the door in my face and locked it. I knocked on the door and pleaded with her. "Maka, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to call you any of those things, please open up the door," I pleaded. "Go away, Soul. You've done enough," she said, sounding like she was on the verge of tears if not already crying. I felt so much more guilty than I ever had in my whole entire life.
Soon, Maka came out with her suitcase and all her stuff packed. She rolled her suitcase out of her room and as soon as I saw it, I grabbed her hand that was placed on the handle. "Maka, no. You don't have to leave. Stay here. I really didn't mean what I said, so don't go," I pleaded once more. Maka didn't have anything to say. She only forcefully took back her hand and walked right out of the door without saying anything. "Maka… I'm sorry," I whispered as she slammed the door behind her and made off on her way.
MAKA'S P.O.V
I couldn't believe my ears. Soul had very clearly called me a slut and a whore (indirectly, that is). All those things he said about Hiro? I couldn't run to Hiro now. Not like this. No, instead, I ran to the one person who I knew I could count on. I had to visit her today anyway for the last few preparations for the wedding… Tsubaki.
It took me a while to reach her house on foot, but I managed to make it before I got too tired out. I guiltily rang the doorbell, hoping that she wouldn't turn me away. A few seconds later, my best friend opened the door to me, only to look at me sadly when she saw the suitcase behind me.
"What's wrong, Maka? Do you need a place to stay?" she asked. The tears that I had been holding back began to trickle when she asked this and I nodded my head, not daring to let her hear the sadness placed within my voice. Tsubaki pulled me into her embrace and patted my hair. "Oh, Maka…" she whispered. She grabbed my duffel bag that I had been carrying in my other hand and led me inside her house. She took me upstairs to the guest bedroom and set my thing down, sitting on the bed to talk.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" she asked timidly. I nodded and sat beside her after I put the suitcase down. I took a deep breath and began. "Well, last night I spent the night with Hiro. You know how it's been between me and him lately. Of course, we had sex and I stayed at his place. When I came home today, Soul woke up and just started yelling at me, saying that I should've told him where I was, that Hiro's no good, that he's 'slutting' me up… All this horrible stuff… So I just got up, packed my stuff and left. Tsubaki stared, wide eyed. "Did he apologize?" she asked. I looked to my feet and nodded. "Yes, he has, but with all the things that he said, I don't know if I should accept it," I said. It was the truth. I have never seen Soul with such blind rage like that before. He usually never loses his cool, so I never really know how to react when things like this happen.
Tsu rubbed my back and comforted me. "Maka, you know Soul better than anyone else. You know he would never mean to say something like that had it not been for his anger. I think you should at least understand that," she explained. I nodded my head and wiped my tears. Tsu was right. I know how Soul acts on a daily basis. He would never say something so mean to me, had he not been worrying about me. I guess it is kinda my fault for not notifying him of my whereabouts. That much, I can take the blame for… Still, I couldn't face him. Not right now at least. I'd be able to face him at the wedding, but other than that, I couldn't bear to see his face after such an explosion.
"I can't see him right now, Tsu. I can't look at him right now after what he said. Tomorrow, I should be okay, but for now, would it be too much trouble to spend the night?" I asked. "Of course not, Maka! You can always stay here if you need to. We have no problem with it… Right Black*Star?!" she called out to the closed door and in, fell Black*Star who fell onto the floor in the room. "Hehehe, right, dear," he chuckled nervously. He scratched the back of his head and blushed at him, being caught. "Umm, Black*Star? Would it be okay if you didn't tell Soul where I am right now?" I asked, twiddling my fingers. "Well, yeah, okay, but I have a feeling that he already knows where you are," he said seriously crossing his arms. "Huh, what do you mean?" I asked.
Before he could answer, Soul comes walking up behind Black*Star also blushing and looking to the floor. "I was worried about you, so I came to the first place I could find you," he murmured, not making eye contact. I looked away, almost ready to cry again, but I lulled my sadness away. He didn't mean it, Maka. He's not that type of guy. I sighed quietly and broke the silence. I stood up from the bed and walked right up to him to look him in the eyes, but he could barely bring himself to do even that. "I forgive you, Soul," I whispered. He finally looked me in the eyes after that, still looking a little guilty and sorry. I smirked at him a little to ease his conscience and he eventually did the same.
"Thanks, Maka. I won't ever say something like that ever again, alright?" he said, looking a bit more cheerful, but that doesn't say much since he's still wearing a sorry look on his face. Ah, I'm such a pushover! "Yeah, okay. I'll let you know when I'm gonna be out late so you won't worry like that again," I said. He nodded once and for a minute, we just stared at each other, for what? I don't know… But it certainly has been a while since we have even looked at each other. I guess that's kinda my fault, but still… it has to be done. He's still with Sarah and I'm (kinda) with Hiro now… This is the only way.
I cleared my throat and looked away after too long and he did the same. "Ahem. Well, I'll leave you girls to it. I'm heading back home. I have a phone call to make," he says, turning away and walking down the stairs. I ran after him and called his name before he left. "Soul!" I called out. He stopped in his tracks and turned around, with his hands in her leather jacket's pockets. "Yeah?" he asked. He stared up at me at the top of the stairs and I looked back down at him. I smiled a little and said, "Meet you at the altar." Soul blushed a little and cleared his throat once more, looking away to hide his embarrassment. "Yeah, see you… ahem… at the altar," he struggled to say. He left right after he said that and I just sat at the top of the stairs laughing away at his flustered response.
Yeah… I'll see you at the altar, Soul.
A/N:Whew! That was intense! Who'da thought lil' ol' Maka is gettin' down and dirty with a millionaire?! Who was surprised by that? Also, what about that hardcore reality that Soul just hit Maka with?! BURRRRNNNNN! Dude, she's a smoked salmon at this point xD *CORNY* and what about that last line?! 'See you at the altar.' UGH! I love it! I hope you guys are excited as I am for the next chapter (; I'm pretty damn sure that the lemon is coming up in the next chapter, so you'd better get ready! Alright, beautifuls, I'll see you guys soon so stay beautiful, live happily and happy reading! (: SEND REVIEWS! I EAT THEM ALLL UP! NOMNOMNOM :D
