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: Sorry it's taken me so long to update guys, apparently there was a mix-up with my college graduation, and they're requiring me to take one more class (which I was informed of after commencement). So I've been trying to deal with all of that drama on top of taking on more hours at work, and an additional job at the same place, which I haven't officially been trained for yet. So basically, I'm a little frustrated at the moment.

So, because of all this non-fun stuff, I'm posting what I have written so far so that you guys won't be left in the dark. And I will write the rest of UM in another chapter, though there may be a bit of a delay on it until I can get through some of these difficulties being flung my way.

Love, Ash~

Chapter 21

Maka sat sluggishly on her bed as she allowed Soul's mother to rummage through her closet. That morning had already been draining, and by now she was used to being forced to model clothes for Liz and Patty, so having Annabelle dress her up like a doll really wasn't anything for her to throw a fit over. As the older woman tossed one piece of clothing after another into a mound on the bed, the meister seriously wondered if they were ever going to reach a point where they could actually leave the apartment to go shopping.

Soul and Wes had already knocked on the door thrity minutes earlier, announcing that they were going out. This meant that Maka was abandoned to the mercy of their fashionista, and overly-emotional mother.

A bored Maka reached for the book on her nightstand. However, she had barely gotten to read a single page before she found Annabelle in front of her, holding out a small black object.

"Maka, what on earth are you doing with this!" Annabelle said in a shocked tone.

The younger woman slowly pealed her vision away from her novel to the tiny black book within the delicate hands of her partner's mother.

"Oh shit." It was the Kama Sutra book! She had completely forgotten about it! As the meister slowly forced herself to meet the older woman's gaze, she immediately began blubbering in her defense. "It's not mine! A- a friend of ours left it here! She's sort of a pervert, and she likes teasing me and-"

But Annabelle waved a hand to silence her. "I..." she began slowly, "I suppose I never imagined I'd ever have to experience this, I mean... I have two sons for heaven's sake! Graham had the talk with Wesley, but Soul left before he could... Oh my goodness I have no idea what to say! Did your mother ever have the talk with you?"

Maka facepalmed. This was a horrifically embarrassing turn of events. "No," she hastily replied, "but I'm pretty good in the research department. Look, Annabelle, you don't have to do or say anything, and please don't try and talk to Soul about it. He'd die from embarrassment, just like I am right now. He may not be book smart like I am, but he's definitely not dumb. And we're both very responsible about it, and neither of us has ever done anything with anybody else, I swear!"

The older woman sighed, her face was just as beet red as the one belonging to her son's girlfriend. "Okay. We will never bring this conversation up again, and I won't bring it up to Soul," she said, handing Maka a light pink peasant skirt and heather grey lace-trimmed tank top. "Just, one thing: promise me that I'll get grandkids someday."

Maka's jaw dropped. "Um, isn't that jumping the gun a little bit?"

Annabelle released a tinkling laugh. "Perhaps, but it doesn't hurt to emphasize the point, right?"

The younger blonde released a tiny whine as she changed into the outfit in front of her. Her companion merely giggled in response.

As soon as Maka was dressed, the pair set off for the mall.

"So, Maka, are there any designer stores here at all?"

The truth was, Maka couldn't name any designer brands if she'd tried. That was Liz and Patty's territory. Even Soul knew more about designers than she did, as he loved showing off his Dolce-something sunglasses. She knew about styles and which clothes and accessories went with what, but Maka was a total neophyte when it came to brands.

"Um... I have no idea? I uh, don't really know designers."

"Oh well," Annabelle shrugged, "I suppose it doesn't really matter. I'll take you under my wing once you get to New York. Back home it's basically a requirement to at least recognize the names of the major brands. No worries though, I won't bore you with the details today, and- oh heavens... is this a mall?"

The older woman looked stunned as they approached the large, interconnected buildings.

"Yeah... don't you have malls in New York?"

She giggled and patted Maka's hand. "Oh, no darling. There's no space in Manhattan for malls. There are department stores, but oh, honey, you don't even utter the word 'mall' there."

"Well, we have a Macy's. That's where Soul and I picked out his new bed," the younger woman suggested hopefully.

"Do you have a Saks?"

"Nope."

"Neiman Marcus?"

"Again, nope."

"Dillards?"

"No."

"Bergdorf's?"

"Sorry, no. I've never even heard of any of those stores."

Annabelle sighed. "Well, Macy's it is then. This isn't a Wal-Mart town, is it darling?"

"No," Maka replied, shaking her head, "Lord Death didn't want the company building one here. Death City is full of kids, and he didn't want Wal-Mart bringing bad clientele here."

"Smart man!" the older blonde chirped, cheerfully following her young companion into the Macy's store.

"So, are we looking for anything in particular Annabelle?"

"I suppose that's up to you darling. It's your birthday present we're looking for after all," she replied, "Do you have any idea what you want?"

The birthday girl shrugged as she strolled through the display tables full of shoes that they were walking through. "I mean, I already have everything I need, and when I do want things I mostly just buy books."

"Mmm..." Annabelle mumbled as she picked up and examined a pair of purple, satin stilettos. "Well darling, life isn't solely about having what you need. Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled to have such a bright and intelligent future daughter-in-law, but you really should relax and spoil yourself more often. I know that what you and Soul have to do for a living isn't easy work," She shuddered slightly as the words escaped her mouth, "but you're both so young to have such serious personalities." She sighed. "I don't know. Perhaps my soul is just too young, and both of your souls have already gone through enough lifetimes and learned most of the lessons already."

"Huh. I guess I never really thought about it that way before. So, do you believe that we reincarnate, then?" Maka asked, glancing through the pairs of shoes, searching to see if anything at all happened to catch her fancy.

Her companion's face turned quite serious, and she pursed her pretty lips in thought. "Honestly? Even at my age, I'm still not entirely sure what I believe. Both my husband's family and my own family are all devout Christians, so I do my duty and go to church every Sunday, but I do enjoy the thrill of the mysterious. If I don't know as much about something, then I can't help but want to know more. I suppose that's how I fell for my husband: he's so quiet, always locking himself up in his thoughts. It just keeps me coming back for more."

"That sounds exactly like Soul. He's so frustratingly quiet sometimes."

Annabelle laughed. "Yes, Soul is indeed a lot like his father. Oh!" she said, interrupting herself and bouncing over to a pair of black stiletto ankle boots.

Maka thought that stilettos had to be all that the woman ever wore, and she pondered the absurdity of a heel that tall and thin, until a particular pair on the same table caught her eye. At first glance the shoes appeared to be standard black patent leather peep-toe pumps, but upon closer inspection, the young meister noticed that most of the shoe was made with a thick lace fabric. It was lacy, girly, and oh-so-pretty. Maka secretly thought about how cool she would look if she wore, for instance, Soul's black leather jacket on top of a black lacy shirt and jeans. Completely insane, unrealistic, and probably incredibly painful heels be damned.

"Annabelle..." she said in awe, pulling the older woman's attention away from the boots.

"Oh!" the other woman squealed, "Darling, they're beautiful!"

Meanwhile, Soul and Wes were wandering around all of the shops that were not located within the mall.

"So," the taller brother piped up, "What are you getting Maka for her birthday?"

The younger brother frowned, looking back and forth between the shops, trying to make up his mind. "I don't know, Wes. I mean, this is her eighteenth birthday, and she's officially a grown-up now. This is big. I don't wanna get anything lame or cliche, because then I'd look totally unoriginal, and like I don't even care!"

"Well Soul," Wes replied, as they approached a small family-owned jewelry shop, "if you wanted to make a grand gesture, you could always propose. Heaven knows I won't be finding a real relationship anytime soon, I say it's only fair that one of us gets to be happy."

Soul groaned. "But Maka doesn't want to get married yet! And besides, proposing on a girl's birthday is totally cliche! I mean, yeah, it's totally tempting," he said, with a serious look etched onto his face, "and I would love to sweep her off her feet like that, but... Maka's just not an ordinary girl. She's prolly beat me to a pulp."

"She's the boss, huh?" his brother replied, dragging the scythe-man into the shop regardless, "Well, just pick out a piece of jewelry you think would suit her! Perhaps it's not as original as you'd like, but at least it's not lame."

Suddenly, Wes bumped into someone, and there was a flash of bright red.

"Geez... would you mind watching where you're going?"

"Spirit?" Soul said in shock, he was definitely not expecting to see his girlfriend's father on this little excursion.

"Huh? Soul? What on earth are you doing in here? And who is he? You two related or something?"

"Yeah, this is my older brother, Wes. Wes, this is Spirit Albarn, Maka's dad."

Wes politely greeted the older man and shook his hand.

"Well, he certainly has better manners than you do Soul," the red-head said, "Though he is a bit clumsier. So, what are you two doing in here anyways?"

"Buying Maka a birthday present." the younger scythe replied simply.

"Oh," the elder scythe replied casually, "I was doing the same thing. I guess it wouldn't hurt if we looked together then, huh?"

Soul shrugged, "I guess not."

"So what were you planning on getting her anyways?" the older man asked.

"Soul wants to get her an engagement ring," Wes said slyly, grinning at the angrily embarrassed look on his sibling's face.

"Wes!"

"An... engagement ring?" Spirt froze, completely bewildered. "You... you want to marry my little Maka?"

Soul's cheeks flushed, and he nervously fidgeted with the hem of his jacket. "Um... yeah?" He couldn't bring himself to look the older man in the eyes.

"Well it's about damn time!" the red-head finally said, "I just couldn't stand the thought of my poor baby Maka living in sin without any kind of promise or commitment!" He wailed, on the verge of tears.

"You're one to talk! Promises and commitment! What a joke! I'm nothing like you, I'll never hurt Maka the way you hurt her mother."

Spirit glared at the younger man's outright defiance, but his mood quickly change as he sighed heavily. "I know, Soul. I royally fucked up my family, But that's also how I know that you'll treat her right. You've both been forced to learn from my mistakes. I may be a bit of an idiot sometimes, but I love my Maka more than anything in the world, and I want her to be happy. So, let's hurry up and pick her a ring, before I decide to take away my consent."

"Okay," Soul agreed, still a bit surprised by the random maturity that the older scythe seemed to have gained. He was pretty sure it would be gone by the time they left the store.

As they looked through the jewelry cases, and Spirit explained what he had originally been planning on getting his daughter at the jewelry shop, Soul suddenly had a brilliant idea. As he explained his theory to the two other men, he only hoped that Maka wouldn't bash his head in for the sheer mushiness of the idea. He couldn't help it though, he was finally willing to admit to himself that he was indeed the totally uncool, hopelessly romantic, completely whipped, and utterly devoted type, who was thrilled at the idea of bringing home a bride. So much for all his years of ducking tradition.

~end chapter 21

Again, sorry for not finishing it as I promised, but I'll try to get this wrapped up, and move onto the next story as soon as I can deal with my unanticipated dramas.

And reviews are always good for the soul! ;3

~Love, Ash