One book in one year, written about your partner. Game on. Oh wait, they're writing about you too. [SoMa, TsuStar, KidLiz]

Rated M for Mature content

Genre: Romance, Suspense

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Fiction

Sunshinegirl09

Maka

"Soul," I argued. "Let me go! It's the last week of school and I absolutely must go!"

"You're only going to end up hurting yourself, being the klutz that you are," Soul remarked, rolling his eyes while he held onto my elbow.

"The school is right there!" I told Soul. "I can make it."

I adjusted my crutches as I maneuvered towards the double doors, followed by Soul.

"HEY! HOW'S THE CRIPPLE?" Black Star's voice penetrated the air as he jumped off the railing with Tsubaki behind him.

"Peachy," I replied, refrained from knocking him out with my crutch.

"Arms hurt yet?" Tsubaki wondered.

I shrugged.

"I finally learned how to use them properly," I laughed as a few kids brushed passed me, ruffling my hair and waving.

Basically everyone knew now. I was legendary in the gang. Now I was legendary among my class. I was the girl who got shot. The girl who got shot and lived. There were actually tons of rumors on how I got shot. Every time I tried to explain, a new one would come up. Not that I cared.

I looked upwards, before entering the high school. The sun was shining brightly and there were billowy clouds that filled the sky, scattered. The light peeked through them majestically and lit the sidewalk up with summer brightness.

Watching them, I almost felt like I was flying.

"Come on, slowpoke." Soul got me to my senses.

I entered the school and was engulfed in cheering. My classmates. Even people I hated like Ami. They were all here screaming for me and above them was a banner that read, "Welcome back Maka!" in parentheses was "(and Soul)"

"Gee, thanks," Soul muttered but he was laughing.

I was crying.

"This is why we live." Out of nowhere Liz popped up with Kid and Patty.

"That's right!" Her sister chimed in.

Liz suddenly looked at her.

"Patty!" She scolded. "You're not in high school yet!"

Patty shrugged. I didn't think anything was going to stop her from following.

The short celebration didn't last long. Soon teachers came out of their rooms, realizing the commotion and shuffling kids away.

Soul followed me to my locker where he helped me take out all of my books and other stuff. From my backpack he pulled out my journal where his story was. He was about to open the first page when I nearly glared him to death.

"But you read mine," He argued as I slammed my locker shut and grabbed my crutches.

"Yeah well, you deserved it." I walked with him to the classroom. Well, crutched.

Marie sensei greeted me at the door, offering if I wanted to sit in the desk closest to the door but I kindly declined. I preferred my seat in front of Soul where he could harass my by throwing paper and such. Well not directly behind me. Tsubaki was directly behind me and she was already seated, playing some childish hand game with Black Star and she seemed to be winning. It was amusing watching his godly self fail.

Ox was in the classroom too and he wasn't boasting about his grades or bragging them in front of me. Not today.

We took our seats as the bell rang and I placed my crutches under my desk.

"Alright, class!" Marie announced. "How are your guys books doing?"

They were some loud replies. Yeses and nos and some moans. Some cheers too.

"They are do at the end of the day today," Marie said above the other voices. "Grades will be up by the last day of school. That's why I need them today."

I looked at my journal that lay on my desk on front of me. It was packed full of memories and stories, problems that Soul and I faced put into a story. I couldn't really tell if it was fact or fiction at all. What was it?

I opened to the last page of the book.

Soul Evans was the kind of boy who gave up everything for someone he loved. His outer appearance suggested against it, but he cared more for others than he did for himself. Maybe he had a personality problem. Maybe the way he did things was a little twisted. But the reasons. The reasons were remarkable. He was willing to give up everything. Everything. He was the kind of person that you wanted as a friend. He was the kind of person you wanted on your side.

If someone climbed to the top of the mountain, they would see how beautiful the other side was. Soul's side was absolutely beautiful. It was not because it was sunny. It was not because there were butterflies or flowers. His side was actually dark. Dark but beautiful. It was like midnight. There was no sun. There were no butterflies. But there was a calm almost stillness in the moving rain.

It was rain that dripped down into your soul and cooled it down. It was a sweet release from normality.

That was the side of Soul that everyone failed to see.

I almost wanted to cry. It was finally done. I wondered if I was the only one who actually finished their story. Everyone was acting mad at Marie because it was due today but I couldn't hate Marie-sensei. If it wasn't for her, Soul and I'd be enemies right now.

That random chance when she picked our names, closing her eyes, on the attendance sheet, was so small. That chance was miniscule. Damn. And it happened.

Then I suddenly remembered that I had to bring Aoi some new flowers this week. The ones we bought him two weeks ago must've been rotten. I had actually just got out of the hospital last week. Stayed there for 15 days. Only because they were the only ones who could redress my gunshot wound which had to be redressed constantly.

A piece of paper hit my head. I leaned over and picked up from the ground, not turning around because I already knew it was from Soul.

Hey Worm!
Stop dazing off and pay attention!

I rolled my eyes, crumbling it up again and turning to face Soul. I stuck my tongue out before responding. Then I tossed the note back.

Hey Worm!
Stop dazing off and pay attention!
MAKE ME! :P

I capped my sharpie, smirking.

Marie gave everyone final work time to finish their stories. They were all in crunch mode. Except for Soul and I. I was sitting on his lap, my head resting on the desk. It didn't look provocative or anything. Just comfortable. He suddenly pried the journal from my fingertips. I shrugged. Oh well. I did read his.

Soul was playing around with my hand as he started to read. Suddenly he clutched it harder, frowning.

"Yah!" He scolded. "Soul Eater was definitely a horrible, horrible boy?" He quoted.

I squeezed back.

"Maka was clearly unwanted," I countered, quoting his journal.

"Okay, so we both hated each other," Soul concluded with a smirk.

"Yeah, Sherlock," I responded, still comfortable in his lap.

Soul continued to read, pinching me every time something pissed him off. In the background I could hear Black Star and Tsubaki exchanging stories also. His outbursts were rather loud and Tsubaki's face was laughable. Kid looked like he was ready to flip a table. Black Star had however picked up a chair. You know shit gets real when someone throws a chair.

"You must've loved me from long ago," said Soul, pointing to one of my entries.

Soul was the type of person not to care about anyone's feelings. People then didn't find the need to care for him.

I crinkled my nose.

"That must've been when you kissed Blair," I informed him almost laughing.

Soul raised an eyebrow.

"Emotions clearly run your writing," He answered.

"Oh?" I raised my eyebrows now. "I'm not alone. 'I love her, I love her-'"

Soul placed his hand over my mouth, frowning.

"Shh..." He mumbled. "Gotta be so loud."

I just shook my head.

"I clearly remember you calling me a bitch on the first day of this project."

Soul burst out laughing.

"I remember that," He replied, shaking his head also. "I guess things have changed."

"I guess," I responded.

"Well," Soul added. "Sometimes-"

"MAKA CHOP!"

Soul resisted the urge to drop me on the ground because of his throbbing head. He also didn't swear. Great. I had tamed the beast. Temporarily.

Liz

"Would you stop?" I begged Kid, who was getting carried away by all the mentions of OCD in my story for him.

"Liz this is seven! Seven! How is-" I cut him off with a brief kiss, quick enough so no one noticed but long enough to let him know that our issues were behind us.

"Just shut up," I told him.

Then he smirked. And I was suddenly the one who was under the power of the other. I hated it when he did this. He started out weak and obsessed and then all of a sudden he switched to this manly, possessive, ATTRACTIVE person. With that type of personality. Fuck.

It was like a spell.

And I was under it.

The more he looked at me, the more hot the room felt.

"Kid," I warned. "We are in a classroom. Patty's down at the office." Because she refused to leave. The reason I had to remind him that we were in a classroom was because if I had to deal with that smoldering stare anymore, a full make out session would break out and well, we were with other people.

"Come one, is everyone getting done?" Marie called. "You guys should be finished by now!" More moans as people tried to desperately finish.

"TSUBAKI!" Black Star bellowed. "How could you not believe my love isn't sufficient? MY GODLY LOVE IS EN-" Tsubaki cut him off by putting her hand on his shoulder. Then she whispered something into his ear that made him smile. Then a pulled her into a side hug. Ugh. Too cute. Unlike me. I had to deal with this sexy, bipolar beast. Speaking of Kid, he was back to analyzing my story.

Surprisingly, Kid's story of me did not ridicule me in the beginning like everyone else's in this classroom. Actually, it pointed out features of me that I wouldn't have noticed, not necessarily implying whether they were good or bad. Actually, it was kind of poetic in a way.

Engulfed in shadows,
She did not give in.
Stayed away.
Never affected by others,
The normals.

Kid's whole story was actually written like this. It was rather interesting to read. I didn't know he could write with such beauty and detail. It was far beyond me.

Maka

"Guys!" Marie continued. "There are five minutes left of class!"

I just shook my head at the poor people who didn't finish. Actually, most of the people were done or finishing up.

Sighing, I was about to get up when I suddenly bumped my calf, a shot of pain spiked through my leg to my spine. I let out a painful grunt, squeezing my eyes, forgetting about my injury and the implications that came along with it.

Soul's hand was immediately around my waist, tightened.

"Hey," His face was suddenly soft. "You okay?"

I smiled, the pain washing over now.

"Mm," I answered. "All good."

"Oy," he said. "Don't lie. You shouldn't even be here. If anything hurts-"

"I get it, doc," I remarked, smirking.

Soul started to play with me hair, as if trying to shake off the bad feeling. He was remembering what happened in Tokyo. I lived much better off not thinking about it at all. That was how I was getting by. And it was working just fine.

"It's time!" Marie announced loudly. "Come on!"

I tucked the journal under my arm and began to crutch up to the front of the room, in a line while Soul nervously walked behind me, ready to catch me if I fell.

People started to turn them in, all putting them in a stack in Marie's arms. I finally came up to her and held out the journal. And then in her arms I placed the story of Soul Evans.

"Thank you, Maka," Marie said, smiling. I just smiled back.

"It was my pleasure," I finally responded when Soul turned his in also.

"Come on, cripple," He finally said.

oOoOo

Maka

My head was comfortably rested on Soul's shoulder on the bus home, eyes closed but awake.

"This isn't necessary," I informed him, but he didn't say anything. It would only result in an argument.

We both had our own opinion when it came to him taking me home every day because of my leg. I felt like I was being an inconvenience but he insisted that he'd be taking me home even if my leg was healed. Because it'd be time with me.

Ugh. What a boyfriend.

At my house, he dropped me off. Well, apartment.

"I do not need help up the steps," I insisted, shooing him off.

"That's not how you treat your savior," Soul smirked, swiftly coming up to me and stealing a kiss. It kind of lasted longer than expected and resulted in me being backed into a railing, my fingers gripping Soul's shoulders, trying to stay calm.

Then his lips left mine.

I must've looked like I wanted more because he said, "Don't want your pops coming after me."

I chuckled, nearly stumbling over, my head still buzzing. I wasn't used to his kisses yet. They still set my senses on fire. And I kinda liked it.

Then I hobbled up the steps, dramatically blowing a kiss to Soul, waving good bye.

My father was cooking when I reached the apartment. God. He was acting so strange lately. I kept wondering what had brought this behavior. He was acting more like a father than a stupid drunk. Something I wasn't normally used to.

The smell of pasta filled my nose. Delicious.

"Maka! Quick sit down and rest! The bread will be out shortly," He said as he drained the pasta and turned off the timer. Then he pulled out the french bread from the oven and began to slice it. All of it. It was a baguette so it was freaking long.

My father must've overestimated my appetite sometimes.

"Oy, Papa," I addressed him. "What's with the dinner?"

"Can't I make food for my daughter?" He wondered.

"Well," I tore a piece of bread in half. "You've been acting weird all of a sudden. More responsible. That doesn't happen." I glared at him, not feeling guilty at all.

My dad sighed, sitting down and setting a plate of spaghetti in front of me and one inf front of him.

"Well a few months ago," he started. "MAMA EMAILED ME!"

I choked on the bread and coughed everywhere.

"Wh-what?" So that was why he had suddenly shaped up.

"She said that she might visit by the end of the year!" He looked so happy and I started to wonder if he was still in love with her.

I was so excited though. I thought that I might've never seen her again. But now I had something to look forward to after the summer. Yes.

All of a sudden the giant pieces of bread and large mop of pasta seemed immensely appetizing and I had to devour all of it.

I was, for once, proud to be my Papa's girl. It wasn't easy for a drunk to suddenly become responsible...yet ...he now dropped the girls. For me. After all this time.

Time does heal.

Author's Note: Not last chapter...but coming to a conclusion! Thanks for sticking with it. But yeah. I basically found out my ankle is permanently damaged for life and my meniscus is damaged and I can't dance at my nationals that I worked an entire year for. Life. Anyways, reviewww!