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New prompt from Marcelina, thanks for the prompt, really, really like this one.
Prompt: An AU where Spartoi is a motorcycle gang.
"Soul! Get your ass up, you're already late!"
Soul groaned into his pillow as his brother relentlessly pounded on his door. He felt the sun beat down on his bare back and realised the time. He lifted his head up groggily and looked to his door with squinted eyes.
"That's it, I'm coming in!" his brother yelled. Soul groaned again and dropped his head back down into his pillow, shoving his face into the fabric firmly.
"Wes…" he whined as his brother pulled the sheets off of him and pulled his curtains open so the sunlight streamed into his room entirely.
"Don't start," his brother said briskly as he threw some jeans onto his bed. "You're already half an hour late for school."
Soul chuckled but proceeded to throw the shirt on over his head. "Like school is where I'm going," he muttered.
Wes paused and pointed a finger at the younger male, his eyes stern. "No," he said firmly. "I agreed to let you live with me instead of Mum and Dad so long as you did as you were told. And that includes no skipping school!"
Soul groaned and flopped back down onto the bed. "I wanted to get away from them so that I wouldn't have to deal with their constant nagging, who knew you would be worse."
Wes laughed and went for the door, calling over his shoulder.
"I am no were near as bad as them."
Soul huffed again as his door slammed shut and pulled himself out of bed. He couldn't argue with that. He stumbled to his bathroom and washed his face with cold water. He clutched the sides of the sink before lifting his dripping face to look into the mirror.
His thick white locks seemed to defy gravity, though a few damp strands hung over his eyes as he glared into the mirror. His dark crimson eyes narrowed to himself before he pushed himself away from the mirror, running a hand over his face. He hastily brushed his teeth, his eyes cast down before heading back into his room to pull on his faded jeans.
He sat on the bed as he pulled on his heavy boots, then he heard his brother stomping up the stairs again, no doubt to scold the younger male once more. Before he could, Soul pulled on his leather motorbike jacket and headed to the door as Wes burst in.
The older male took one look his brother's attire and pointed a finger. "No,"
Soul arched a brow. "No?"
"No!" Wes exclaimed as Soul rolled his eyes and walked around his elder brother, jogging down the stairs.
"Calm down," Soul sighed. "I'm just driving to school, no races or illegal activity, okay?"
Wes stopped short then, holding the front door that Soul had swung open as the younger boy walked out.
"Okay," he said warily and shouted his goodbyes, the younger boy waving over his shoulder without looking back.
Soul sight with content as he lifted the garage door to meet his baby. The orange Suzuki V-Strom 650 ABS sat proudly in the middle of the damp stone floor of the garage. Soul got a good deal with his baby and it was bought at a time when he and his parents had got on. Somewhat. On his sweet sixteenth they agreed to give him nothing but money. Even relatives sent envelopes full of money. When the money added up he bought the one thing he wanted. His motorbike that had remained his till now as he stood at 18.
Soul had always been into this stuff. The leather jackets, heavy boost and helmets. It all just screamed cool. It was perfect for him.
He straddled his baby and kicked up the stand so that it was balancing on his legs. Pulling out the helmet and fitted it snuggly on his head. So long as he wore the helmet Wes wouldn't be on his case as much, and it added to his look. Once his gloves were fitted he let the engine roar to life and released the clutch.
Soul could drive on his bike all day. There was no better high then speeding down the roads of Death City, weaving through the cars simply because he could. Nothing made him feel as free as he did then. He pulled up at his friend's battered old garage to find Kid had already arrived. He and Blackstar were stood beside their bikes and seemed to be wiping oil from their hands. Blackstar stood beside his electric blue Honda Grom and Kid stood beside his shiny black Honda CTX700N. They both seemed to be chatting over their bikes as Soul rolled up, they grinned at him.
"Well, well, well," Blackstar called over as Soul pulled off his helmet. "Wes let you out I see?"
Soul scoffed. "Shut it Star, better than living in the previous hell hole."
Blackstar chuckled as Soul approached. "You got that right."
"She's looking good, Soul," Kid said, gesturing at Soul's baby. "Been too long since we last saw her."
Soul nodded and crouched down to inspect the wheels of Kid's CTX as he responded. "Yeah, I know. Had to do at least 4 days of school to get Wes off my case. You know what he's like."
"Mhm," Blackstar hummed before mischief twinkled in his eyes. "I know one person who's missed your baby more than us,"
Soul grinned, knowing where he was going. "Actually, I was here to ask where we were meeting before picking her up."
Kid laughed. "I think you're chasing the wind still, Soul," Kid chuckled. "Maka won't join Spartoi, she's terrified of bikes. That and she'd only sixteen."
"Ah, no," Soul smirked cockily. "She pretends to be scared of bikes. And who cares? You're eighteen and you got Liz and Patti, Patti's sixteen too. And Star's eighteen and Tsu's seventeen. Not a problem."
"She gets a ride with you because of you, not the bike." Blackstar scoffed.
Soul grinned again. "Exactly. She'll join. You don't need a bike to join Spartoi, can just be with someone who has one." He raised his brows cheekily before his slipped his helmet back on.
"We're all meeting at Devil's Creek you crazy bastard," Blackstar yelled over the roar of Soul's engine, but smiled in amusement all the while.
Soul grinned as Maka's house came into view, his smile widening as he noticed her Dad's car wasn't in the driveway. He stopped in front of the house and revved the engine since he knew she'd hear it.
The said girl emerged from the front door with a scowl on her face. Her hair, which was usually in pigtails, hung at her sides. Her arms tangled with her hair as she folded them over her chest and eyed the boy on the motorbike from her door.
Soul took this time to look her over while she couldn't scold him for it, since he had his helmet on. She was wearing some faded skinny jeans that hugged her legs the best way. Her dark red, spaghetti strapped top was fitted tightly around her torso and she had a sleek black leather jacket thrown over it. Her army like boots that stopped mid-shin finished off her look perfectly. Soul smirked from under the helmet.
"Do you have any idea how late we are for school?" she asked as she approached. Her voice was different than most girls, which was one of the many things that attracted Soul to her. It wasn't high and shrilly and annoying. It was rough with a slight gritty edge to it that was sexy as hell.
Soul pulled off his helmet and stood from the bike, tilting his head at the girl he towered over, not missing the way her breathe caught in her throat as he revealed his face.
"We're having a day off today," he told her, offering the helmet. She recoiled.
"I'm sorry?" she asked, a warning tone to her voice and didn't take the helmet. Soul shook the helmet at her as his arm grew tired and she sighed before taking it, placing it under her arm as she awaited an explanation.
"Well," he went on. "I was thinking that we should go down to Devil's Creek with the rest of the guys." He went on as the petite girl opened her mouth to argue. "Tsubaki, Liz and Patti are going to be there. Even Chrona is going to be there and you know what he's like." He sighed in exasperation as she didn't seem to be moved. "Come on Maka, I know as well as you do that you want this entire thing." He gestured around them as if gesturing at the situation.
Maka raised a brow and tilted her head back to look up at him. "How would you know what I want?" she asked and Soul chuckled as he looked down on her, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"You want what we all want, sweetheart," he drawled, placing a finger under her chin and tilting her head up more. "Everyone wants a little danger in their life, and you've had none since you play it so safe." He shook his head at her. "It's cute, but you're going to have to cave sometime. I can give you exactly what you want, Maka." He tilted his head at her again, his finger still under her chin as he dipped his head so that his eyes were on level with hers.
"Just gotta let me," he muttered huskily, with that exasperatingly cocky smirk on his face that Maka could not refuse. Maka rolled her eyes and pushed him away to raise the helmet to place over her head.
"I'm not joining a stupid gang, Soul," she muttered into his back as she straddled the bike behind him, relishing in the way his back shook as he chuckled and the bike roared to life.
"I got you on the bike, and even I thought that that was impossible at some point." he drawled before taking off. "Won't be long till you join Spartoi too."