I do not own Soul Eater or Broken. They belong to their respective owners.
I only wish I owned Soul Eater…
Ok so! Today is my birthday and I thought I would give you all this… I really didn't have a song for this chapter so if someone has an idea I'd love to hear it! Also this is the second version of this chapter I wrote. If any of you want me to post the original version just send me a PM or a review and I'll either post it or send it to you. =]
I was at the Weight Watchers center my mom works at and found a wheelie chair that is almost exactly like Stein's so I spent the whole time there sitting in it like him and spinning while cranking the imaginary screw in my head. Haha =]
Desmond stood in front of her mirror, staring at her hair. They got back the day before, on a Friday. She didn't have to go anywhere or see anyone until Monday. She didn't want to see anyone until her hair grew back out.
"Dez, a bunch of us are going to play basketball. Black Star keeps asking if you're going to come. So?" Rain asked.
Desmond didn't hear him, just kept staring at her reflection, with an upset and pained expression on her face.
"Dez?" Rain tried again.
Silence.
"Desmond," Rain said putting a hand on her shoulder. She jumped and looked up towards him. "We're going to play basketball. You should come. Any team is going to need you," he said reassuringly.
Desmond just shrugged and glanced back to the mirror. Rain sighed. "Forget about that," he whined. "Just walk over as proud as Black Star would and pretend that it's the same length that it was before we left. If someone says something then someone says something, but if they don't then ignore it," Rain said exasperatedly. Desmond swallowed and nodded before walking away to get changed into something to play basketball in.
Maka was walking with Soul over to the basketball court when her cell phone made a noise, meaning she had gotten a text. She looked at her phone and saw that it was from Tsubaki. "Please tell everyone to not say anything about Desmond's hair." Maka stared at the text message, not knowing what Tsubaki was talking about but she did as was asked and told Soul, Kid, Liz, and Patty not to say anything about her friend's hair.
On the walk over, Desmond and Rain met up with Tsubaki and Black Star.
"Hey. What's up?" Black Star said happily.
"Nothing much," Rain said pausing for Desmond to answer. She just shrugged.
"Wow," Black Star said.
Desmond looked at him, still not saying anything. "You're still upset over that? You need to move on!" Black Star practically yelled at his black haired friend.
Desmond just looked at her feet. Tsubaki placed her hand on Desmond's shoulder causing the small girl to look up to her. "If anyone asks, just tell them that it was 'hair or death'," Tsubaki said smiling and giggling slightly at her joke.
Desmond gave her friend a small smile and nodded.
Before the four got to the basketball court, no one knew why Tsubaki wouldn't want anyone saying anything about Desmond's hair. "I like her hair, it's perfect," Liz stated.
"Yes, its nice and symmetrical," Kid added.
"I know just as much as you guys do," Maka told her friends. The group became even more confused when the four walked over and Desmond had her hood pulled up. None of her hair was visible.
"So why are we waiting? I'm here! The game can begin now!" Black Star yelled.
"We're still waiting for Crona," Soul explained.
After a moment Soul looked up and saw Crona walking over to them. "Oh, there he is. I guess we can start now."
As Crona walked over and saw Desmond, Maka realized that he didn't know about the text Tsubaki sent her, but thought it wasn't important because there wasn't anything wrong with her hair.
"Desmond, where's your hair?" Crona asked.
The black haired meister tensed up. "O-on my head?" she said unsurely.
"B-but why is your hood up? You have nice hair… I don't know how to deal with this…" Crona said looking down to the ground.
"Yeah why is your hood up?" Liz asked.
Everything went silent. Kid bounced the ball in his hands. "How about some five on five?" he asked to break the silence.
"Yeah, sounds good," Soul agreed. The group walked off to divide up the teams.
"Shall we do weapons versus meisters again?" Kid suggested.
"Nah, how about boys versus girls?" Soul asked.
After a moment of silence Black Star jumped. "I got it! And because it's my idea, of course you're all going to love it! Me, Soul, Maka, Tsubaki, and Crona against Kid, Liz, Patty, Rain, and Desmond," he said placing his hands on his hips.
Desmond looked to Rain about to say that she wasn't going to play, but the look he gave her told her that he wouldn't allow it. She just swallowed and looked down to her feet.
There were no objections to the teams, so they divided up. Soul walked over to Desmond. "Captain's wager?" he asked.
She didn't answer, just looked at him to show that she as listening. Then Soul leaned over and whispered something in her ear as Black Star yelled about how Soul declared himself captain. When he finished, she nodded in agreement. They shook hands and Soul walked away. Black Star passed the ball to kid, and Kid back to Black Star and the game had officially begun.
"So why are you captain?" Patty asked while they were playing defense.
Desmond shrugged avoiding the conditions of the wager as she grabbed the ball mid pass from Black Star to Tsubaki. She dribbled down the court and passed to Kid, who passed it to Rain, who passed it back to Desmond. As she took the shot there was a clap of thunder, startling her, causing her to miss.
"Let's call it a game!" Soul called from the other end of the court reluctantly as it started to rain. He had lost his wager with Desmond and he wasn't happy about it.
"Hey! Let's go get some ice cream," Tsubaki suggested.
"Yeah, there's a parlor around the block," Maka said.
On the walk over Desmond pulled Black Star to the back of the group where no one could hear them. "Tell no one that I cut my hair or why," she said fiercely.
"Why?" Black Star asked confused. "You put on a great show when you cut it."
"Just don't Star. I'm serious," Desmond responded before walking back up to the group silently.
The group of kids sat outside the ice cream parlor under the awning, eating their ice cream quietly.
"This is a little weird," Liz finally broke the silence.
"I like it," Desmond said quietly between licks from her cone.
Soul held on hand and in an attempt to annoy her said, "Oh! She speaks!" This earned him a death glare from the corner of her eyes.
"Don't bother her," Maka scolded Soul.
"So now that you're talking, why don't you keep up your end of the wager?" Soul said ignoring Maka completely.
Desmond looked at him, staring him down. "You're the one who lost, remember? What was your end of the deal again? Something to do with a piano right?"
Soul twitched.
"So what was this bet of yours?" Kid asked, a bit intrigued by the conversation.
Soul turned to Kid. "None of your business. It's between me and Desmond."
As an argument ensued, Desmond turned away from the group again and watched the rainfall once again. However, Crona, who was sitting next to Desmond ignored the conversation as well and watched Desmond intently. Then she looked at him. "Everything okay over there?" she asked.
"I-I don't know how to deal with lies," he said quietly enough that only Desmond heard him.
She tensed up at the statement, and then noticed the ice cream dripping on Crona's pants. Bingo! Desmond thought. "Oh Crona! You're dripping ice cream all over yourself!" Desmond said standing up and taking Crona's hand. "Let's go clean that up okay?" The two walked away from the group.
As Desmond whipped the ice cream off Crona's pant leg she explained, "If they knew what happened to my hair, it would only make them worry and make Maka upset." Then she looked up at Crona's face. "Sometimes its better to tell a little white lie than to tell the truth. Hey by the way, how did you know something was up with my hair?" she asked. Crona just shrugged and Desmond decided to let the topic drop.
As they approached the table again, Ragnarok decided to make his first appearance around Desmond and Rain.
"So who's gonna give me some of their ice cream?" he asked. Then he saw Desmond. "Who are you?"
"Who are you?" she asked back.
"I asked first."
"I have legs."
The table went silent.
"Ragnarok, leave her alone, she's nice," Crona whined.
Desmond cocked her head to the side, "Ragnarok?" she asked.
"Oh good going Crona, I almost won and then you messed it up for me! Why can't you do anything right?" he complained while rubbing his knuckles into Crona's temples.
Desmond walked around the table and smacked Ragnarok. "Leave him alone!"
Ragnarok grabbed Crona's hand and placed it on one of her breasts and held it there but to everyone's surprise, she didn't react, just stood there staring at the black thing coming out of Crona's back.
Rain punched Ragnarok so hard that poor Crona fell over too.
"Rain!" Desmond's voice cracked. She then knelt down to see how Crona was.
"You okay?" she asked.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Don't hurt me please!" Crona started to say while curling up into the fetal position and slightly scooting away fro Desmond. She placed her hand on the pink haired boy's head. "Don't worry. I'm not going to," she said smiling.
"You don't flip out easily. I like you… so who are you and can you cook?" Ragnarok said.
"My name is Desmond and yes. Oh and try that ever again, and trust me, you won't be that lucky," she said while shaking the weapon's hand and smiling the same sweet smile that she gave Crona sending chills down everyone's spine while they all thought, She calls that lucky?
After writing this I was doing the dishes after dinner and tried to rationalize giving Maka and Tsubaki cell phones and I thought, "Soul Eater is a pretty realistic show… wtf am I saying?"
Up until now I wasn't really paying attention to this but I am now!
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I'm broken, but no one knows I'm just a poser, but I've brainwashed the world
No one will ever know how much of a poser I really am...
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