I feel like it's been so much longer then it actually has. I actually finished this chapter a day or two ago but I wanted to add a bit more so I did. Lately I've been reading Steampunk. Not that it will show up in ANY of my stories, I don't have the imagination for that. It's just been around a lot more then before, I suppose. The idea of steampunk entices me but when I read it, I find that the characters annoy me. Greatly.
DizzystarsandaDrukenluna- I have touched on Maka's tattoos but I haven't gotten into much detail. Do you think I should? Thanks for liking the story and thinking it's cute, because it is.
Myth Magyk Fae- I'm glad I'm not alone in thinking the way the relationship started correctly.
Tmltml71- Interesting name. Thanks for reading! (I love the word adorable, I say it all the time)
Caitlynbug1- I always think the story would only end up taking an hour or so to read. Of course, by now it would take lots of time to finish this sucker off. Thanks for taking that time. And reviewing. I'm glad you liked it.
Iris J.F. - Wow, it has been awhile, thanks for talking again. I'm so glad the Maka turned out not-OOC. With the piano, I play too and I try my hardest to have my writing actually seem real. I don't want to be reaching in the dark. Plus, I'm not very good at summaries so all my stories go into extreme detail sometimes.
Nyx-Ryn- I forgot about the questions. I usually just think about the story. When I first started writing this story, though, it was about more then just that. It was about the community so I asked questions. Thank you for reminding me of that. I don't remember when I mentioned veggies but that does sound like me. I get a little odd when I'm left to my own conventions. Speaking of conventions, you asked about me going to any resent ones. I would have to check around. I don't know of any near me, but if I find one I'm going to be going to I'll let ya know. If I had to cosplay (as in if I had the chance to cosplay) I might pick a superhero or a character with an interesting costume possibility. I like making my own costumes.
The tryouts went over. Instead of an hour and a half, it was now two hours after school ended and Soul was ready to beat it. Star had dominated the court whenever he was given the ball, and the only reason Soul had didn't argue was that he played defense. They'd been even for most of the practice games until the last half hour. Then it was as if Black Star became a bulldozer, destroying anything in his path.
Kidd had been much easier to handle. Though the Mayor's son did have fabulous basketball skills, he also couldn't pay attention to more than one player for long. If he didn't make the shot the first time, he was sure to fumble, allowing the other team to steal the ball.
They had a good team, though, all in all. The tryouts had proved that. Even if the workout had been good, in the sense that it was fruitful, Soul had been happy to take a shower and leave. With his bag tossed over his shoulder, Soul made his way to his locker. Maka said she'd wait.
With a bit (not enough to notice, it wouldn't be cool) of pep in his step, Soul made his way to his locker. By this point, Maka would have probably finished his homework and be reading. He turned the corner to see Maka sitting in front of his locker.
But she wasn't alone.
Maka sat, curled up on the ground; legs tucked up to her chest, arms crossed on her knees and her head lulled to the side. She was asleep, a book had slipped to the floor. In front of her stood a boy. He was crouched, the balls of his feet the only part touching the ground. Both his hands braced himself on either side of Maka's head. The boy was leaning in, as if trying to get a closer look.
Or trying to wake sleeping beauty.
Soul started running, "Hey! What do you think you're doing?"
The boy's head shot up. His blond hair seemed to lift with the air. His ears sparkled with piercings. Blue eyes were wide with shock or horror or a mixture of the two. He'd just been caught kissing a sleeping girl. A sleeping girl with a boyfriend.
And that boyfriend was pissed.
Hiro, your everyday pervert and almost harmless shy guy, realized the danger and did the only thing that made sense. He ran.
Soul was already sprinting down the hallway. He almost ran after the ass-hole but Maka had been startled awake by his yell. No point in trying to beat someone to a pulp when Maka was confused.
He skid to a stop in front of his locker. Maka was blinking sleep from her eyes, shaking her head. Her pigtails caught on her shirt, shaking in a kind of wiggly dance. Finally she seemed to come to her senses, waking up completely and giving a questioning gaze to Soul.
"Did you just yell?"
Soul sighed, "Maka, what is wrong with you? Falling asleep in the hallway? You can't just let your guard down like that. You could have gotten hurt! What if one of Eruka's drones had seen you? What if someone worse than Hiro had been lurking?"
"What are you talking about? Was that Hiro, running?" Maka looked down the hallway. She took Soul's outstretched hand and stood up. As soon as both her feet were flat on the ground, Soul enveloped her in a hug.
"You shouldn't scare me like that. You do know you're a girl, right Maka? You can and have gotten hurt."
At first, Maka's arms flailed. Soul was squeezing her tightly but not uncomfortably. This was a first though, being worried over. Nothing had even happened. Sure, Hiro the class perv had made a move on her. But that wasn't that bad, like Soul said, it could have been so much worse. If anything Maka was flattered. No one had even looked her way in a feminine light.
Maybe she shouldn't be so giddy about some creep making a move on her.
Especially since Soul hadn't let go yet. She did a subtle cough. When he didn't move, she pat him on the back. "Okay, Soul, I get it. I'm sorry, I'll be more careful next time."
Soul came to his senses quickly, letting go of the blond girl. Stepping back, he looked at Maka. Brushing some of her bangs to the side with his thumb, Soul continued to stare into her eyes. She fidgeted. She scuffed her shoes and held her hands behind her back.
Soul broke the gaze. He picked up his bag and opened his locker. After grabbing his backpack, he snatched Maka's hand. He tugged her along, to the motorcycle until she was able to move on her own. Swinging her leg over, Maka contemplated what to do next.
They made it home quickly. Maka was always surprised by the swiftness of getting places on a motorized vehicle. After getting home Soul locked up in his room and Maka plopped down on the couch. She got back to the book she had been reading in the hallway.
In Soul's room he began to work. Before basketball, he had talked to Kidd. The obsessive compulsive boy would have had time to talk to his father by now. And he'd called his lawyer the night before. If everything went well, all they would have to do was see a doctor and sign some papers.
He pulled up his laptop and started typing away. He only had to think for a few moments before the legal documents from his emancipation came to mind. He'd spent enough time with his father's lawyers and his own to know how to draw up a rough draft of a legal document.
What he wanted for Maka, what she needed, was to be set free. To be completely cut loose from her father. But she was shackle bound by her name.
Soul said he would protect her. Meaning; he was going to protect her.
He emailed the document to his lawyer. He would reply within the hour, the guy was that good. Next Soul pulled up the stock prices. You didn't get to be an Evans just by playing pretty. You got it by being extremely lucky on the market. And Soul was an Evans.
Everything checked out. He moved some cash around a bit, checking and rechecking numbers. Cataloging numbers in his brain. People don't realize it but music is connected with numbers. With the ability to remember six page long music pieces came the ability to crunch numbers and make decisions with those numbers.
Next he put on his head phones and laid back on his bed. Everything was being taken care of. The dominos were set up, all that was left was for them to fall.
A knock sounded on his door. Maka was standing behind it, not that Soul thought it was anybody else. "Sup?" he asked.
She blinked, as if not realizing she'd come to his door. "I… uhm, do you want to get dinner?"
That put Soul into motion, "Hell yes. Let me grab my keys, you said the Chinese restaurant earlier. Right?"
Maka nodded eagerly. Soul turned to his desk, searching through the mess for where he dropped his keys. He plucked them from some knickknacks and turned around. Right into Maka. She was standing less than a foot from him. Soul could feel her breath.
"Hi," she said in a small voice.
"Hello," he returned in a slightly louder voice.
"You did say we were dating, right?"
"Yep, and living together."
"So that means," she slung her arms around his neck, pulling him ever so slightly lower, "I get to…"
Then she kissed him. It was just a peck at first. Then back again. More feeling. It didn't last long, a few seconds or so, just enough time to be able to remember it when it was over. She pulled away, eyes closed, "do that whenever. I. Want."
Soul looked down at his girlfriend. She had a calm expression. He wrapped his arms around her waist. He leaned down and kissed her. And kissed her. And kissed her. And kissed her. Until it was more than just loving, it was passionate. It was heated. Soul knew how to kiss. He wasn't new to kissing. She wasn't his first by a long shot. But he was hers. So Soul took the lead.
But Maka was a quick learner. She took what he was giving he and played it back, putting her own spin on it. He bit her lip, slipped his tongue in her mouth. But she fought for dominance, nipping him back. They continued to kiss until their lips were swollen, and they were both to out of breath to continue.
When they stopped, Soul tugged Maka a bit tighter. "You do know that's a two way street. I will kiss you whenever I want. For a long time."
Maka giggled, then slapped a hand over her mouth to stop the sound. Soul chuckled at her reaction to an involuntary giggle.
"Alright, alright. Let's go grab some Chinese food."
Here we go. Question of the day: If you could be a monster, any type of monster, what kind of monster would you be and what city would you terrorize?