Hi everyone! SO SORRY for the late update. I'm sure most of you have heard about the hurricane. If not then... I dunno, what rock do you live under? But anyway, so I had finished this chapter DAYS ago and I was editing it Friday afternoon when my laptop completely crashed and I LOST EVERYTHING. So I've been spending all this time retyping it and ugh. I'm so unhappy with this chapter, but I will admit I had fun describing a very drunk Soul hehe. I think I'm stuck in some kind of slum, so I would really appreciate nice feedback. :c Besides that, I hope you guys enjoy the chapter! ~ Tea
Chapter Six . Intoxicated
- Soul -
Hearing Maka's loud derelict of obscenities behind her closed door finally brought Soul to the conclusion that he could not handle girls. And it was totally uncool. He had spent the past half and hour debating whether to get up from the table and barge into her room, but even he was smart enough to know the Maka Chop torrent that waited behind the shut door. And not only that, but Soul was completely convinced Liz would shoot him. So, the reluctant Death-Sythe continued to wait in the kitchen contemplating the horrors of hormonal teenage girls.
Liz and had Patti had arrived what felt like decades ago. Seriously, how long did it take to get one girl ready? Then again, this was Maka Albarn they were helping. Bookworm, plain, fashion-senseless Maka. And apparently, he wasn't allowed to sit back and watch. (Hence the reason for him being alone in the kitchen) Not only that but he wasn't allowed to know what her costume was. He had to admit, he was curious, but he wouldn't let on to it. A sudden burst of giggles slipped past the door, resulting in a very loud squeak from none other than his Meister. Soul's head snapped in the direction and he gazed at the door in puzzlement. Soul sighed and glanced down at his outfit. The idea of dressing up for the party didn't exactly brighten his mood any more, but all three girls had ambushed him when he walked out in his normal clothes. So yet again, he was unwillingly forced by the wicked authority of the girls to put something together. Soul sat impatiently, clad in a sharp black tux. He wore black dress shoes and a matching black dress shirt underneath. His tie was crimson red, matching his eyes. It wasn't much of a costume, but at least it was something. He had gotten the suit awhile ago from his family, but never found any use for it until now. The suit reminded him of the black room, ironically. A sudden thought occurred to Soul. For Halloween, he was Little Ogre. A wry, amused grin curled at the edges of his mouth as Soul shook his head.
Soul glanced at the clock and grumbled irritability. How long would he have to continue to wait? Kidd's Halloween party had already started, and if he got another phone call from Black*Star demanding his whereabouts he would snap. Soul stood up harshly and fixed his suit. He was Soul Eater Evans, god fucking damn it. His pride would no longer endure such humiliating submission over three girls. Maka could just find him at the party, Soul decided. With his mind made, the Death-Sythe sauntered out of the apartment, settled himself on his bike and made his way toward the distant hum of a bass blasting.
Soul hadn't reached the party yet, and already the streets swarmed in teenagers dressed in costumes. He slowed on his bike and glanced around seeing an open parking spot reserved for Shibusen students only. He revved his engine and swung into the spot, earning lots of surprised stares and whispers. He killed the engine and climbed off, grinning. Slipping his hands into his pockets, Soul shuffled past the crowd of people attempting to get in and made his way past the front gate, up the stairs and stopped at the front doors. Without even opening them, Soul could hear the music blasting. Multicolored lights flashed out the windows and the ground hummed with the bass. For being a weird Shinigami, Kidd knew how to throw a party. Soul pulled open the front doors and took a step in.
The entire house resembled every kind of night club, and then some. It was dark; except for orange strobe lights flashing. Occasionally the colors would change to match the lively tempo of techno music. Smoke billowed from hidden corners of the house and spread across the floor around the sea of dancing people. There was a DJ who wore a huge pumpkin head and controlled the entire movement of everyone dancing with a skilled flick of his wrist. Kidd had really outdone himself, Soul noted as he looked around at all the Halloween decorations. Streamers, spider webs and glowing pumpkins and balloons that floated above everyone's heads. Soul managed to slip past the mass of people and entered a dining room. Smoke whispered around the lavish display of luxurious food. An elaborate fountain punch bowl sat on the middle of the large table which brought a majority of the attention. Soul wiggled through all the people and grabbed himself a glass, letting it run underneath the purple liquid. Bringing it to his lips, realization dawned upon the Death-Sythe. He chuckled slightly and took a sip of the alcohol. Looping around the fountain rested mini selves, loaded with jello shots. Soul reached for one and inspected it and shook his head when he saw an eyeball within it. Fearlessly, he gulped it back and paused to hesitantly chew on the squishy eye in his mouth. Huh, raspberry.
"SOUUUL!" A familiar shout thundered over the music. Soul glanced around and saw Black*Star jump toward him. He was in his regular clothes, except for a gold head band on his forehead, gold bracelets and a thick, dangling gold and blue necklace. Before he the chance to escape, his solid grip wrapped around his shoulders and restricted him from any breakaway. "Where hafe yah beeeen?!" Black*Star cackled, making it evident that the powerful blue-haired assassin was completely and totally wasted.
"I was waiting on Maka but she was taking to long-" Soul started, feeling his earlier irritation return. "And what are you, Black*Star?" He mused, eyeing his ridiculous friend.
Black*Star groaned, "Oh forget that deadbeat, mman! I'm a GOD, what do you tink! Tsubaki says I'm an Egyptwan one!" The ninja laughed and pulled his friend closer. "What are you, a devil?" Black*Star glanced at Soul with glassy eyes.
Soul paused for a moment, reveling in his new-found amusement that he fit the part.
"What you need is a good drfink!" Black*Star boomed and carted his friend into another room. Soul was surprised when they reached a back room, blocked off by polite sign reading, "For Shibusen Students Only" and a not so polite-looking bouncer beside it. "He's with me! EHEhehehe this guy's a Death-Syyfe, Soul Eater!"
The bouncer looked at Black*Star, unconvinced. "Name." He growled, flicking his smoldering gaze on Soul.
"Soul Eater Evans. Death-Sythe." He retorted coolly, watching the bouncer glance down at his list and move the sign. Soul grinned and entered the room.
If Soul thought the other room had been in a mad house, he was mistaken. This was different kind of intensity. But, then again he expected nothing less of Shibusen students. The entire school must have been in this room. The music was different, he noted, but still matched the intense, upbeat rhythm of the entire party. He followed his friend's constant tugging, weaving past a sea of familiar faces until they shuffled through a short hallway and entered a tiny bar. This, Soul decided, must have been the complete rave of the night. Soul sat down at the bar with his drunk friend. Managing the bar, was another pumpkin-headed person. His name tag, which didn't surprise Soul, was Jack. Upon sitting down he received a small glass, and naturally, he took a tentative sip. Holy shit. Soul blinked in surprise and inhaled deeply, feeling the back of his throat burn. He could manage himself well when it came to drinking, but this, whatever it was, would be the death of him. He glanced back up at Jack, who nodded and gave a thumbs up.
"That's been the favorite of tonight. No one has been able to finish a few glasses without passing out." Jack mused.
"I can see why." Soul mumbled, glancing down at the orange drink.
"CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!" Soul glanced around to see Black*Star slap on bar table; much to Tsubaki's dismay.
"He already took the challenge an hour ago. He just woke up when he found you." Tsubaki shook her head worriedly. She sat next to the blue-haired assassin, half-expecting him to fall backward again. It took Soul a moment to realize the two had matching costumes. Tsubaki's entire body wrapped in bandages, except for her exposed stomach and legs. She wore bracelets that matched Black*Star's.
"You're a mummy?" Soul inquired.
Tsubaki smiled warmly and nodded her head. "It took some convincing to get Black*Star to dress up... a little."
Soul chuckled and glanced back at his stupid, drunk friend.
"HEY SOUL! Try and defeat me!" Black*Star howled and sat beside him. Really, for someone who was already so loud and annoying sober, Soul would've never imagined it to get any worse.
Soul grinned darkly, watching as Jack poured their first round. Well, it was uncool to back down from a challenge. "Challenge accepted." His grin widened as he threw back his first shot.
It was strange how the concept of time could be so quickly lost. In the midst of such heated clamor, there was no time. Just a warm haze. Loud voices were nothing more than a muffled blur. Everything lost its distinction; nothing more than a gurgled blabber submersed in water. Or, in this case, liquor. For awhile, it had been a tunnel vision fixated on the next glass or, his swaying blue-haired companion. Soul, now realizing the severity of his drunk state (or rather, lack of until now) let out a slurred chuckle. His earlier tension had long been past him and the edge on Maka's name when he muttered it had become slurred. Much like the rest of his garbled, inane verbiage. The corners of the Death-Sythe's vision were fuzzy. Little Ogre could swear to it (just like anyone else who was sober and took a glance at the inebriated Death-Sythe), as he laid sprawled out on a chair within the Black Room giggling to himself that Soul Eater Evans was drunk.
"Oh Soul, you made it! Good to see you." A voice rose up from Soul's stupor and the clamor of roaring voices and blasting music.
"Yo Kidd." Soul smirked and glanced up at the Shinigami. He wore a long cape that curved away from his neck. The interior of it was a deep crimson. It took a long moment for the intoxicated Death-Sythe to realize what he was. "Vampire, huh?"
"Yup!" Kidd grinned, exposing two (perfectly symmetrical, mind you) sharp fangs. "So, are you enjoying yourself?" The party host eyed Black*Star who laid sprawled on the bar table drooling, and Soul, who leaned heavily against it. "Ah, so you took the challenge, I'm assuming."
"And completed it too." Soul chuckled and glanced back up. He held the side of his head, attempting to fixate on one Kidd head.
"You're not with Maka?" Kidd inquired, his yellow eyes lighting up knowingly.
"She's here?" Soul demanded, straightening in his seat.
Kidd nodded. "She arrived with Liz and Patti. I spoke with her briefly, seems a little down. That's why I came to find you if you knew anything."
Soul shook his head slowly, and regretting doing so. Guilt crept up in the back of his throat. Or throw up. But, whatever it was, he didn't feel good. So not cool.
"She made a entrance, if you ask me." Kidd commented, handing Soul a glass of water. Seeing his head snap up, he continued.
"Everyone is talking about her costume, Liz and Patti did a good well done." He smiled easily.
Soul got up from his seat abruptly. His entire surroundings tilted and swayed for a moment but he quickly steadied himself. He tightened his grip on his glass and glared darkly at Kidd.
"Where you off to?" Kidd asked in surprise, taking a step back.
"I need some air." Soul shrugged and left the Shinigami standing beside the bar. He made his way through the mansion, occasionally being stopped by a girl; unable to grasp any kind of personal boundary from intoxication, or, someone who randomly decided to start-up a conversation. What aggravated him the most however, were the clippings of conversation he heard about Maka. Whatever the reason, Soul's urgency to get outside only became more demanding with each distraction. He never thought he'd escape the hazy death-trap of sweaty swaying creatures, but to his immense relief, Soul managed to stumble into Kidd's back yard. He leaned against the balcony railing, overlooking the pool and a sliver of Death City. Soul sighed heavily and rubbed the side of his throbbing temple. He swirled the glass in his hand and took a well-needed gulp of water to quench his dehydrated drunken stupor and burning sensation in his gut. When at last he had enough coherency to notice his surroundings, a pair of light footsteps clicked behind him.
"Soul"
He whirled around. Not because of his name being called, but because Maka Albarn stood in front of him.
Talk about cliff hanger! Gwaha! How will the encounter between the two go? Found out next chapter! I hope none of you are frustrated with Soul's sudden behavior. Like I said, I want this to be a gradual SoMa fanfic. And I want the relationship between the two to be intense and intimate. As much as we would all love for Soul to confess his adoration for Maka, I personally, don't see Soul as the type to do that -at least not this early in the game. So bare with me as these two struggle with their feelings for one another. Review please!