Unintended Medicine

by PuppyNoelle

Description: Maka goes on the Pill to help alleviate her troublesome menstrual symptoms, but things become skewed when Soul finds out about her new prescription. SoulxMaka, multi-chap, Lemony!

A/N: I am SO thrilled that you guys liked the last chapter so much! I was actually pretty worried that you guys would read it and sort of be like "WTF?" I really pushed myself with that chapter. The big thing was that I afraid that it would detract too much from Soul and Maka's relationship. But in a backwards kind of way, I guess it showed why they work so well together. Thank you so much for the appreciation!

I also posted a short little song-inspired BlackStarxTsubaki one-shot entitled "Bigger" if any of you guys are interested in reading it. It was just a fluffy little plot bunny that refused to go away until I did something about it. :3

Love, Ash~

Chapter 14

Maka slowly approached her partner. "Are you okay, Soul?" she asked as she placed her hands on the back of the couch.

Soul peeked open a single crimson eye. "Yeah, I'll be fine." He sighed, "I told her not to come. She's listened to me every other time, but what makes this time any different?"

"Me?"

Her scythe growled. "Yeah, I know... but I've known you for, what? Like five years now? And she didn't even try to get to know you until she found out we were dating! Geez..."

"Well," Maka said, swinging around and kneeling on the floor beside the couch, "maybe she just doesn't understand how important weapons and meisters are to one another. She's never been here, and you probably don't tell her a whole lot about the kind of work we do, so I can sort of see how it would be difficult for an outsider to understand the relationship dynamics of people here."

Soul opened his eyes again, and reached a hand out to play with one of her pigtails. "You're too smart for your own good, Maka. I guess, I just like my life here exactly how it is, and having them sweep in and disturb that... I don't like it. I don't want things to change."

His meister giggled, and Soul eyed her with a quizzical expression. "Soul," she said, untangling his fingers from her hair and holding them between her palms, "things are already changing anyways. You and I have both changed, and our friends have changed too. You're definitely not the same boy I met five years ago, and you're not even the same man you were five days ago-"

Soul's eyes bulged as her words sank in.

"-It's harder for us to see it, because we've both been changing together, but your family... They haven't seen you in five years, and with the way you've been pushing them away, they may very well be coming here to visit a complete stranger."

Soul sat up and stared directly into her emerald eyes. "You sure are insightful today. Where'd that come from all of a sudden?"

The young woman just smiled and shrugged. "I don't know. It just kind of popped into my head."

The scythe smiled at his partner and leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. "Well, whatever. I'm ready to go to bed, if you are."

Maka nodded. "Okay, just let me get ready first, then I'll meet you in your room."

"'Kay," Soul replied, getting off the couch and strolling into his bedroom.

The next day, the group's practical exam went flawlessly. Since that was their only midterm that day, the seven friends spent the rest of their school day having a picnic lunch on the grounds. Maka had just knelt down to help Tsubaki serve the picnic fare, when she was suddenly grabbed from behind. She saw two camouflaged legs settle on either side of her body as her back was pressed into Soul's chest. A thin black cord ran up the arm that was around her waist, and she heard the faint buzz of a heavy dance song with multiple male voices layered together. Ever since she had played that song aloud on Soul's laptop, she had been much more interested in the kind of music her partner listened to while he wore any one of his many fancy pairs of headphones.

She reached down and pulled the shiny, neon blue iPod from her weapon's hand. Soul finally realized what his lover was doing, and scrambled to recover the tiny device.

"No! Maka! Give it back!"

"What? I just want to see what you're listening to..." He snatched it back, but not before she had caught the artist's name on the screen. Maka twirled around 180 degrees and stared directly into his face.

"You listen to the Backstreet Boys?"

His face flushed nearly as bright as his eyes. "Dammit, Maka! Did you have to announce it to the whole fucking world?"

Black Star and Patty promptly crashed to the ground kicking around in their laughter, and Kid and Liz both sniggered loudly. Soon, Maka began giggling as well.

Tsubaki sweetly interjected, "I don't see what's so wrong with it. I listen to them too..."

The blue-haired meister pulled himself up from the ground and gently smacked his girlfriend on the ass. "You're a girl, it's okay for you to like them, but Soul's supposed to be a cool manly guy!" Black Star returned his attention to his best friend, "Dude, you just lost like fifty cool points!"

"Let's just hope we don't have to hear him serenade Maka..." Liz chimed in.

"Shut. Up! I'm not serenading anybody," Soul retorted, seething. "And, not that any of you dumbasses would have a clue, but their vocal technique is impeccable, they write a lot of their own songs, and they have some of the best producers in the business!"

His companions laughed even harder.

When Maka finally caught her breath, she smirked at her partner, looking straight into his defiant eyes.

"Soul, I think you just released your inner nerd."

Once realization sunk in, he promptly plopped to the ground, snarling and refusing to look at any of his companions. His thumb swirled in a circular motion over the front of his iPod, and the volume dramatically increased as he blocked everything else out.

His friends continued to chuckle at him for a few minutes, but they were soon distracted by the food that Tsubaki was handing out. Maka loaded a plate to the brim with food, and, while her friends were distracted by yet another Black Star ramble, she hovered over Soul with the plate.

Even with his eyes closed, he knew when the sunlight in front of him was no longer present. He peeked an eye open to see his meister smiling above him. His thumb tapped the pause button.

"You really should eat something Soul. You can't just lie there and pout all afternoon."

He opened his other eye and sighed. He sat up, and Maka placed herself back between his legs, and curled up against his chest. He smiled lightly when she placed the plate on her lap, and used a fork to poke at the mashed potatoes. He noticed a second fork on the plate, and reached around her to pick it up and spear a pair of miniature pigs-in-a-blanket.

When the group finally split up, Black Star let loose one final jab at Soul's music choice, before bouncing away with his own partner. As the ninja walked away, Soul rather immaturely stuck his long tongue out at his friend's back. Maka lightly smacked her partner's arm, and grabbed his hand to drag him away toward the main entrance. They had somewhere to be.

Beside her, Soul fell back into his typical slouchy posture, but stuffed only his free hand into a pocket. He took his other hand and squeezed her fingers a little tighter. Maka led the way to the main entrance, and after their arrival, her eyes scanned all the people in the area for a glimpse of anyone who looked like they might be related to Soul.

"You know that a musician should never stand with such atrocious posture," rang a teasing baritone voice from behind them.

Maka and Soul both whipped around, breaking their hold on each other's hands. The scythe-man instinctively stood up straighter than his meister had ever witnessed before. The young woman's eyes locked onto the voice's source. The young man in front of her looked almost like a mirror image of her partner. He was a couple inches taller, and his hair and clothes were much neater, but he had the same shocking white hair, crimson eyes, and slightly tanned skin.

Wes laughed airily and said, "Relax Soul, I'm not going to continuously nag at you about your posture like Mom always did."

The younger man immediately slouched back down, making him appear even smaller than his brother. Then, the elder brother turned to Maka, and extended a hand in greeting.

"You must be Maka. My name is Wesley Evans, but you can call me Wes. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Albarn."

Maka reached for his hand and firmly shook it. Unlike her partner, Wes was so polite. Yet he somehow managed to remain somewhat casual about it as well. Perhaps it was the dramatic physical attributes they shared, but both young men shared the same mysterious charm.

"So," Soul said, noticing his girlfriend's fascination with his elder brother, and searching for a distraction, "What's on the agenda Wes? Or do you just wanna hang out to start off with?"

The older Evans brother returned his attention to his sibling. "Well, first I'd like to see your apartment. I'm curious to see where you live."

"Alright," Soul replied, "Let's go." He grabbed his meister's hand again, and proceeded down the steps. As they walked, the weapon noticed that the lustful eyes of nearly every female they passed flitted back and forth between he and his brother. He frowned. While he did want the fangirls to leave him alone, the last thing he needed was for them to constantly bug him about his brother. Wes was twenty-three after all, and way out of these girls' league. The life that the rest of the Evans family lived was a completely different world.

When the trio reached the street, Soul and Maka kept right on walking, but Wes lagged behind.

"Hold on a minute Soul. Are we walking to your apartment?"

Both he and his meister peered back at the older man.

"Yeah, why?" the younger man replied.

"You don't have cabs or a car or anything?"

Soul rolled his eyes and continued walking. "I have a motorcycle, but it's at home. We walk almost everywhere. Death City does have a cab service, but the city's so small there's no point in wasting the money to take one. People in Manhattan walk too. It's not like it's all that different."

"Wait," Maka interrupted, "Soul, you never told me you were from New York City!"

He peered over at her apologetically. "Sorry Maka. I guess I just kinda assumed you already knew."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" was her slightly exasperated response.

"Soul, you've known this girl for five years, and you never told her where you're from?" his brother was genuinely surprised.

Maka saved her boyfriend from having to answer, "It's not like he's the most forthcoming partner anyways. Except when he's being an idiot, he's a pretty quiet person. Sometimes I wish he'd talk more, but," she shrugged, "most of the time I prefer to go off and do my own thing too."

"Yeah, like being a nerdy little bookworm who- Ow! Maka, that wasn't cool!"

Wes chuckled behind them. "What?" they both grumbled in unison.

"Nothing," the human man waved them off, "Let's keep going."

~end chapter 14

The next chapter will reveal a lot to you guys about where this story is headed. I actually almost let the secret slip in chapter 13's author notes, but I decided I wanted to wait. So, plot bunnies will be revealed during Wes's visit.

On another note...

I've already revealed quite a bit about my version of the Evans family, but there is one little detail that I probably won't be able to sneak in, that I wanted to share with you guys.

I just revealed that Soul was born and raised in Manhattan. To give you a little bit more detail, his family home is located on 77th and Park Avenue, right by Lenox Hill hospital. I chose this location because it is where the very grand and elegant apartment of Charlotte York (from Sex and the City) is located. When I imagine Soul's family home, I imagine that apartment. There's a short photo slideshow of it on HBOs website if you guys want to see my inspiration. It won't let me include the link here, but if you google "Charlotte York apartment" it's the first site that shows up.

Hahaha... Soul is such a little rebel.