Soul had been riding around all day, occasionally stopping at bookstores and any other places that his meister could be. Not to mention asking people about her. He was even taking a risk of traveling to the side of the city that he hated most and that was all for Maka. He figured that if he took someone then that would be the place where he'd go. "Maka!" He called as he rolled down the streets.
"Look at that Justin," someone said as Soul approached. " New meat…" he grabbed the bat next to him and jumped off of the apartment steps, his buddy, Justin, following. It seemed weird that Justin could hear considering that he had his death buds in.
"Yeah, yeah Giriko. You don't have to scream." Justin said ironically.
Soul cursed anything that came to mind. He was hungry and mad. He had no clue where that smart for a blonde could be. Then he smiled. For the first time in a while he actually smiled instead of showing off his infamous smirk. Soul was thinking about how Maka would probably yell and throw a book at his face if she had heard his previous thought.
As weird as it sounded he wouldn't mind being hit with a good romance novel at the moment. He could put up with Maka just like how Tsubaki could put up with Black*Star, how Liz and Patty could put up with Kid's severe OCD, and how Crona could put up with his nervousness, even if he claimed that he didn't know how to deal with it. Now as Soul dug deep into the dark side of the city the clouds began to gather into a massive grey cloud. The black shadows from the buildings on each side of Soul grew unbelievably dark, pitch black. He would have to find shelter soon.
Something, no, someone was standing in the middle of the road. Whoever it was, was in Soul's way. Maybe he'll move when he saw Soul. But he didn't. He definitely saw Soul because was facing him clearly.
"Dammit..." Soul said as he slowed down. "Hey! You with the earbuds, can you move?" The person didn't move. Another figure appeared from behind him with a crooked smile.
"What a nice, pretty bike you have... I could use some new parts." He said and leaned on his friend's shoulder. " Eh Justin? I'm getting a little rusty." He swung the bat around in his hand.
The male, apparently named Justin, took one of his earbuds out and eyed the other weapon. "Whatever, lets just take the bike already." His lazy eyes never left Soul as he spoke.
"Don't I have a say in this?" Soul was acting sarcastic. But by the looks of the two in front of him, Soul would be rolling down the streets in no time. A bony emo looking teen and a man who had a twitching problem would be a piece of cake, sushi in Soul's case. "What's with the get-up? And what's wrong with your face? Looks like you've been in a blender."
"You lil' shit." Giriko hissed and stepped forward. Justin put up a arm to stop him, eyes still locked on Soul. "What?" The man hissed again this time directed at Justin.
"Just push him off and take the bike. It's as simple as that, don't make it harder than it should be." Law's voice was calm yet annoyed. It was completely different than his comrade.
"Yeah I got you Law. You know, you're starting to piss me off." Giriko grunted and smashed a fist into his palm, the hand that held the forgotten bat.
"Giriko..."
"I got it! I got it, geez."
Soul just smirked and played with engine, flaring it up a couple of times. "Wanna play huh? Lets play." The teenager felt like he had an advantage as he gripped the handlebars. Then someone tugged on his jacket. Behind him several men stood. They looked angry and desperate for a good clobbering.
"You got something to say? Well hurry up, you're wasting my time." Soul said and dragged a hand down his face, suddenly remembering why he was out in the first place.
"Look at this boys! This twig thinks he's a badass!" One of the man boomed, starting a five second laugh session which ended by an abrupt stop of a hand. The one who spoke stepped up and grabbed Soul by the collar, lifting him off his motorcycle. His feet were dangling as he stared up at the dark sky. Maka could be in pain at the moment while Soul was stuck in that position.
The man started to speak trash about how he owned the streets of the side of town that they were in, of course he was quiet so Giriko and Justin couldn't hear him. Though Justin did, really he just watched the man's ridiculously large mouth.
Soul sighed and let the other male say one last word before he knocked him out. Seeing as Soul was was a foot off the ground he could easily knee the man in the groin. He was dropped to the ground as the man fell to his knees, and began to repeatedly punch him in different places. The last blow was to the mans head.
" So, anyone else have the time to waste mine?" Yes. The more men that rushed towards him with clubs and broken pipes, the more he took out, of course scaring some with his blade. Now it was once again only Soul, his bike, Giriko, and Justin standing in the middle of the street.
"Not bad but I could teach you more." Giriko remarked and spit at the ground.
'Disgusting...' Was all Soul thought as he watched Giriko wipe his mouth and take the cigarette that Justin handed to him.
"Alright you little twerp, it's time to get the best ass whopping that your father never gave you." Giriko grinned when Soul seemed a bit disturbed.
He was. Eater was very disturbed, so disturbed that when he heard the word 'father' he flinched. Soul had no father so this 'Giriko' dude didn't know what he was saying.
"What's wrong little boy? Did I make you mad? Does me talking about your old man make you mad? What, is he dead? Show me his grave so I can dance on it."
"Shut up, you're just rambling on about something that you don't even know about!" Soul's voice was deep and harsh. You would think that he was in pain if you looked into his crimson eyes.
He couldn't stay there anymore. He had more important things to do and he couldn't stand to hear anymore of his so called father. Soul retreated back to his bike then started it. There was no way in hell that he was going to let Giriko mess with him like that.
"Oh you're not going anywhere!" Saws appeared on Giriko's arms as Soul raced towards him, his own arm transformed into a scythe. Giriko threw the bat aside, he wouldn't be needing the wood at the moment. Justin didn't seem amused when Giriko didn't ask him if he could take this one.
Just when it looked like Soul going to crash one of his tires into Giriko's face, he turned on one wheel. With his arm that was a scythe he used to slashed at Giriko's arms. The blade was caught by the quick saws. Sparks were bouncing off the two weapons and in that short second, Soul felted like he was sure to lose.
He had to leave. It was going to rain any second now and he couldn't stand getting his baby wet. Of course he meant his precious bike. "I hope you have a fucked up day!" Soul screamed as he departed from Giriko and soon the two men's sight, leaving a cloud of smoke behind him.
"You didn't go full on with him." Justin said, taking his skull earbuds out and tossing them onto his shoulders. " I thought you were the type to kill and steal."
"I am. But did you see his eyes? The hair? I've seen that before somewhere. I just don't know where. When I saw him I got a bad vibe and I'm going to figure out why." Giriko's saws dissolved and reappeared under his feet, increasing his height. Before he could move Justin put a hand on a tensed Giriko's shoulder. He turned Giriko to face him and spoke doubtfully.
"You don't think he could be..."
"It's possible."
Soul was cursing the world and everything in existence again. He felt weak. Cool guys like him weren't suppose to run away like that. It took everything in him to stop himself from turning around and beating the crap out of that damned saw man. To Soul, the only thing good about the man was the sound that the saws made.
"Maka... Where the hell are you! Where the hell am I!?" He knew that he would have to stop and ask for directions but in the neighborhood he was in wouldn't be the ideal place to do so. The hair on Soul's neck was tingling as if someone was sitting on the back seat of the motorcycle. Maybe it was Giriko? No, he couldn't have followed him and if he did then he wouldn't be able to catch up so quickly. Soul had a feeling to turn his head but if he did then he was sure that there would be some creature staring back at him with a crooked grin , very similar to Soul's.
A clear image of a small red devil like creature appeared in his head as he drove. The devil had on a black suit and matching dress shoes, complete with a black mask. It's eyes were closed as it swayed in a red and black room. It was repeating its action cheerfully.
"Sway, sway, sway." It even laughed a couple of times. It danced over to a chair and beside it appeared a lamp and small table. Behind it appeared something being covered by a huge shadow. Coming from its direction was the smooth sound of jazz, Soul's favorite genre of music, hard rock being the second and his cover for his reputation. Soul was actually calm, until the chilling sound of the devil echoed in the small room. "Just sway Soul. Just sway, sway Soul, sway!" The ogre hissed and stepped out from the shadows, revealing Soul's fear and desire, a grand piano. The once little devil, grew till he towered of the piano, dragging one of its big hands up.
It snapped its fingers with a final "Sway.". Then Soul's mind went blank.
Soul returned to the wet world, drenched from head to toe. The little scene had left him dazed, not realizing that halfway through it that it began to rain. The rain was pretty thick now, leaving the only thing visible being a bright, colorful sign to his left. He knew that sign. It was the sign that belong to the restaurant that kicked him and Black*Star out because the blue idiot ate all of the food. He now knew where he was, finally out of the terrible neighborhood. The owners of the restaurant would have to let him in now or else he would literally become a shark.
There were times when Soul liked the rain and times when he would hate it. Right now was one of the times where he would become the hulk if he was touched by it. His hair was flat and his clothes clung to his body uncomfortably. His jacket was just weighing him down.
He parked his bike on the flooding street and pulled himself off. Water was coming down his face, blinding him for a split second and resulting in his shirt being slightly torn. A bit of it hung on the bikes handlebar. One of his favorite shirts was torn on the perfect day. Soul's eyes lit up, becoming the only source of light besides the blurred light coming from the place that he was about to storm into.
"Damn weather. Damn rain! Damn it Maka!" He screamed over the thunder and crack of lighting.
He now stood in front of the restaurant's door. Yanking it open, he stepped inside followed by a river of swears and actual river of water. He was greeted by a shocked Tsubaki and a silent crowd of people. Soul nodded to her and checked behind the tall girl. He saw Black*Star with his head down and arms between his legs, some girl sitting by him who was trying to shake him alive, Crona who was looking very excited which wasn't normal, Kid, Liz, and Patty sitting in a nearby booth with Liz covering her sisters mouth, and finally Maka.
Fucking Maka. His eyes narrowed and his hands curled into fists. All eyes were on him as he trudged his wet body over to her. "What. The. Hell! Maka, I've been looking everywhere for you! I even got jumped while looking, I'm fucking wet, pissed, and hungry, I had a frickin showdown with another weapon, some devil dude was...and... Why didn't you tell me that you were hanging out with your friends instead of making me think that someone took you?! I was worried Maka! Actually worried!" Soul was shaking Maka by the shoulders violently but their eyes never left each other. Soul sighed and took a breather before pulling Maka into a hug and continuing. "You fucking tiny tits Maka." Overtime the stiff Maka hugged him back with Tsubaki's bags hitting his back.
"Soul. Soul you're getting me wet and people are star-"
"What's with the commotion? It's too loud in here! You're going to scare to fish, see they're swimming like crazy!" The restaurant owner yelled and he busted through the kitchens doors. He pointed to a potted plant assuming that it was the fish tank. The real fish tank didn't even have living fish in it. The owner did feed the fish but seeing as the plant that he was pointing to had fish food in it, he didn't do a great job at it.
Soul had already released Maka from his grasp and turned towards Black*Star, completely ignoring the shouting owner. His best friend was dripping with some kind of red liquid and had food all over his head. Of course Soul turned to his friend's weapon to figure out what happened. "So Tsubaki, what happened?" He said as he shrugged his jacket off and shook his head free of water. A light shade of blush found its way onto Maka's face as he did so.
Tsubaki frowned as her attention was brought back to her former meister. "Nothing. Just something that I'm glad that's over. It's not important."
'Obviously it's important. Liz had to cover Patty.' Soul thought. He wasn't buying what Tsubaki was saying.
"How could you say that." He finally spoke. The assassin sounded mad and sad, you could say confused. "How could you say that and not even know the whole story." He shifted his head to where only one eye could be seen peeking out at Tsubaki. "Huh? Speak Tsubaki, you seem to know every damn thing right? Well tell me this, did you know that this girl is homeless? That I found her in the house and decided to go out to find someone that might know her? That to me it seemed like she had eaten in days so I took her out to eat? That I was just reaching for some goddamn salt? I would never cheat on you, but I guess you don't trust me enough to realize that. Do me a favor and trust me for once."
He stood and looked at Tsubaki for one last time and smiled a painful smile. "Like my dad says, that's not the man you thought I was and I'll never be." Then he headed for the door, not bothering to clean his face one bit or acknowledge anyone who tried to get his attention.
"That was deep." The Chinese restaurant owner whispered. Black*Star had pierced every soul in the room with his speech.
"Soul, what did Black*Star mean by that? About his father, Sid says something close to that phrase." Maka and stood beside a sad Soul.
"No one really knows about his real dad. He was adopted by Sid and Nygus. He doesn't like to talk about it because he believes that his birth parents left him for dead... I think that his ego is a cover up for all the pain that he has so I try not to let anyone discourage him. Looks like Tsubaki didn't give him time to tell her about his past." Soul sighed and picked up his leather jacket. "Go straight home after I leave okay? I need to go after him."
Maka was still trying to steady herself with all the new found knowledge. " Okay but it's too dangerous! You won't be able to see clearly."
"Maka, Black*Star is like a brother to me. I don't like when people mess with my family." Soul whispered to her. She was the only person that he had ever admitted that to and probably would be the only one.
Tsubaki was still looking at the previous spot that held Black*Star after Soul left. She was left with emotions screaming within her. Her face was pale and blank, now on the verge of becoming wet with tears.
"Tsubaki, it's okay." Maka said as she tried to comfort her friend. She looked around for the missing companion, Crona, which she found hanging around Kid, Liz, and Patty, the ones whom Maka didn't even know were there. They did an amazing job keeping quiet, especially with Patty.
"No Maka, don't you see? I did more than hurt him. I broke his pride. He'll never forgive Death." Tsubaki said in barely a whisper. She didn't blink or move. Her skin was covered in goosebumps and became cold to the touch. "I didn't give him time..."
"Just apologize to him." A familiar voice came up to the two girls. Along with the voice came a clattering of a cast and a cane.
"Hiro."
"Hello Maka, Tsubaki. Long time no see?" Hiro chuckled and touched his lips, remembering the sweet moment when they were pressed against hers.
"G-Get away you creep!" Maka growled at him. "And take Excalibur with you."
"Dearest Maka, I'm not here to mess with you, even if I would love too." He said under his breath, turning his head with a grin on his face when Maka became flustered. "Anyways like I said, just apologize. I've been with Black*Star longer than both of you put together. Maybe he'll understand, maybe he won't. Everything's worth a try." Hiro said softly, looking at Maka with a small smile as he spoke the last four words.
Maka stared at him with blood rushing to her face. It wasn't because she was flustered or flattered, she was just creeped out.
"Where's that girl?" Tsubaki questioned. Maka assumed she was talking about the homeless chick.
Tsubaki didn't wait for an answer and left to search the restaurant, leaving Maka and Hiro alone. Excalibur had ventured off to entertain some family.
"Were you going to say anything?" Hiro said, smiling like an idiot. He had a tint of blush sailing across his cheeks from being close to Maka.
"That I..." She said again, not noticing a bag sliding out of her hand. "I,"
"Got it!" Hiro said as he crouched down to pick the bag up. If he looked up then he would receive a clear view of under Maka's skirt.
"No I got it!" Maka said and followed Hiro down. As she reached for Tsubaki's item she accidentally hit Hiro's cast.
"Ack!" He hissed and turned away as fast as his broken body could carry him.
"I'm sorry! Are you okay?!" Maka practically screeched. Hiro chuckled and faced her again.
"Just kidding, so you do care about me?" He was getting much joy from their little conversation.
"Hiro anyone would freak out if an injured person was hurt even more. And I've have enough trouble today."
Hiro stared into Maka's green orbs with his own turquoise ones. "I love it when you say my name." He whispered.
Maka narrowed her eyes and moved her hand to the bag. Hiro was just plain messing with her now. He did the same thing only purposely touching Maka's hand. She looked at him weird and tugged on his tie as she stood up. Hiro toppled over and landed face first on the red carpet.
"You need to stop Hiro."
"Aww Maka that time it hurt!" Hiro wailed from behind Maka. She walked away from him, she needed to get back to Soul.
Maka was beginning to worry about the whole Black*Star and Tsubaki situation and how it would affect everyone's lives. Tsubaki was currently living with Black*Star under Lord Death's orders. He apparently thought that since Black*Star didn't live with Sid that someone needed to watch over him and his weapon was the perfect person. Now it would be awkward if Tsubaki returned home to a pissed off Black*Star sitting on the stairs. Maybe Kid would be able to help? Maka didn't know him well but she did know that he knew Black*Star.
The girl traveled over to Kid's reserved seat and stood tall, though she was actually short for her age. "Kid." Maka sighed.
"Yes?" He said back.
"You probably heard the whole fuss right? Well I was wondering if you could give me some information about Black*Star and if he and Tsubaki could have a chance at getting back together." She knew that they didn't officially break up, Tsubaki just didn't know what happened and assumed the worst.
Kid pondered at Maka's questions for a good minute, making doubtfully faces before he answered. "I'm sure Soul has told you of his past, you make him crack easy. Black*Star hides himself away with his ego, telling himself that he's that greatest thing alive and that its impossible not to like him. He's actually really emotional and will only show his soft side rarely. Black*Star could be tearing apart inside but smiling and laughing on the outside as if nothing could ever faze him. That's how him and Soul are such good friends, just ask Soul about himself. Now, as for him and Tsubaki... Only Black*Star knows that answer."
|I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER|
In this story Crona is identified as both she and he. God I'm such a kid
