So, this took me longer than expected. I'm going ahead and posting this because I felt that it wasn't fitting well with what I was going to do. (If I had gone ahead with what I was going to do, than this would've been a VERY unnecessarily long chapter ) So here's part one of two (that's why it's alot shorter than usual) So just wait awhile longer, I'm working on part two and it should be here soon. I enjoy this story and I hope you do too.
I own neither Soul Eater nor Any of it's Characters
So here's Chapter 9 of Wonderful Nightmare!
Chapter 9: Her Eye's Gaze (Part 1)
"So, who are you again?" Maka's eyes were looking at the burly man in front of her disinterested, her eyes threatening to close themselves. She circled the opening of her tea cup with her index finger.
"Joe Buttataki," The muscle man reached his hand across the table, "Sorry to disturb you're precious off-time. I understand how busy you must be at the moment."
"Mr. Buttataki-" Maka started before Joe raised his hand suddenly,
"Please, call me B.J." B.J. smiled at Maka who continued to stare at his appearance. Shaved head, over exaggerated muscles, yet sipping coffee like it was the most wonderful experience in the world.
"You're alright with that? B.J. I mean…" Maka turned her eyes away from him, slightly uncomfortable.
"Of course," B.J. laughed, none the wiser.
"Alright then." Maka shrugged, it didn't really matter to her what people preferred to be called, but she had asked just in case. "You said you had a job for me?"
B.J. sat up and set his coffee mug down onto the table of the meeting room. "I would like to make a photo album of your evolution." Maka leaned forward, her index finger no longer looking for something to stop her boredom.
"Evolution?" Maka questioned, her ears at full attention now, "What do you mean?"
"The changing of your thoughts and feelings, set out onto paper. Your own personal stage." B.J. turned to the side and ruffled through his messenger bag, pulling out a photo.
Maka leaned forward a bit more as he slid it across the table. It was a photo of Death the Kid sprawled on top her herself. His mouth slightly open near her neck, as if he was holding back on the desire to make his mark on her. Herself looking towards his chest, dazed, hair wild from when his hands were rushing through it.
She quickly stood up, covering her nose, like she would have a nosebleed at any moment. B.J. stared at her before looking back down at the photo, "It came out good yes?" B.J. laughed as Maka sat back down slightly embarrassed.
"Too Good." Maka mumbled, trying to recover from her moment just now.
A knock on the door followed by a sudden opening made both Maka and B.J look up. "Maka, we need to get going," Marie looked down at the watch on her wrist before looking up with more urgency, "Now."
"Alright," Maka got up, scooping her jacket from the back of the chair. A sudden ripping noise returned her attention to the man known as B.J.
He slid the photo, now ripped in a way that it showed only Maka, and smiled, "I want to know what these eyes are looking for."
Maka leaned forward, feeling him urge her to take what remained of the picture with her. She slid it off the table and looked back up at B.J. "Maka!" Marie yelled this time, bouncing up and down in her annoyance. Maka turned to leave when she heard one last phrase from the man.
"I want to photograph the look behind your façade."
Maka was pulled into the hallway by the quick stepping Marie. Heels stomping quickly down the hall. As if they were resonating at the thumping of her heart.
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"So you really have something against Kid don't you?" Soul threw the picture back on the table, giving a look of dissatisfaction towards Maka.
"I told you already, I wasn't the one who ripped it." Maka said again, for the fourth time that night. She put both of her hand over her eyes and laid back onto the floor. "He was so weird."
The sound of a toilet flushing followed by the sound of a door opening signaled Black Star's arrival into the conversation, "I heard about that guy! He's that famous photographer, B.J. He even refused the great me, Black Star! When Shinigami asked him to make a photo collection of me." Black Star smiled as he had just showered himself with praise. Maka stared at him before looking down at his waist area. Black Star looked down and flinched, shooting both hands up in front of his lower 'area.' "Private Access Only," He grinned dorkily, making Maka get shivers.
Maka's eye twitched before she picked up one of the sitting pillows in her apartment and hurled it at him, "Come off it! Go wash your hands!"
Black Star looked at his hands curiously, "I did."
"Liar!" Maka yelled. Black Star pouted, realizing he caught himself in his own lie, as he stumbled back towards the bathroom, turning the knob and lathering up before coming back.
Soul paid no attention to the usual antics; he spoke over the noise of rushing water from the sink in the bathroom, "I heard he only takes up any talents whom he's interested in. Wouldn't even take Tsubaki as a matter of fact. B.J. I mean."
Maka leaned forward and slid the picture off of the table, staring at it more intently. She felt like she might fall into herself, if only a sudden 'thing' hadn't snatched it from above her that is.
"So you guys going out?" Black Star placed the pillow thrown at him earlier onto the floor in front of the table before sitting down, legs crossed.
"What?" Maka had been zoned out for so long she couldn't even remember what the conversation was about.
"That means no." Soul grabbed the picture, angered by the slight mention of Kid, from Black Star before returning it to its original position on the table. Maka got up from her seat and walked over to her green duffle bag, pulling out three photo albums. Each one photographed by B.J., as written on the cover of each. She laid them out on the table and grabbed the first one from the pile.
A girl with long red hair on the cover, her face masked by her hands, and her eyes wide, looking towards whoever was to pick up the album. The picture gave off a slightly uncomfortable mood, but drew Maka's eyes anyway. She started to flip through the contents, stopping at almost every picture, and completely ignoring the two boys in her apartment at the time.
The two of them watched her as she shifted through the pages, finding it best not to say anything. Even Black Star, who was almost at his limit for the silence. It was finally broken by Maka, the very person who initiated it in the first place, "This is the third time I've shifted through these." She stacked it back on top of the others, "Not counting the times I've gone through the other two." She ran her fingers through her hair, fighting back the urge to sigh.
"So what are we here for anyway? Are you asking for our approval?" Soul asked, his chin being held up by his forearm that had its elbow the table. "You shouldn't have to, seeing as how you've already made you're decision. Trying to get the attention of men this way is uncool."
What are we here for he says? You both came on your own like always. And I don't try to get attention, you both just shower me with it for some reason. Great, now I sound cocky.
Maka looked up at him, unconfident on the outside despite her confident inner thoughts, not knowing what to say to the fierce red eyes that looked back at her, as if feeling as though they were disappointed. Black Star scooted towards Maka, wrapping one arm around her neck and pulling her close to his chest, "Shoot for the Stars!" He rubbed his knuckles into her hair, "Me that is!" He promptly let go and looked over at Soul, who had already moved his attention somewhere other than the flirting going on in front of him, trying to pretend that the pink curtains in the room were ever so intriguing. "I think I'll just sleep here tonight, feel blessed by my presence." Black Star laid his head onto his pillow back on the other side of the table, yawning and quickly falling asleep.
If I try to wake him up, he might pull me down with him. Best not to fuss about it.
Maka rubbed the back of her head in frustration.
Soul glared at the back of Black Star's head until Maka leaned forward, making his eyes avert back to her. She picked up the stack of books and placed them on top of her bookshelf next to her television. Thinking that she would find a place for them later. She looked over at Soul and mouthed the words, 'Help me Lift?' He stood up and aided her in the effort, sliding it into the closet as she reached over him to grab her futon and extra blankets. He looked up when he saw the shadow looming over him, not expecting to be right underneath her, he hit his head on the shelf above him.
"I know you're not okay so I'm not going to ask." Maka whispered to him as she threw a blanket down to him, "You are staying right?"
Soul looked up at her, feeling that denying to stay would make him seem cooler than denying to leave would, "Why? You want me to?"
"Yes." Maka glanced over her shoulder at the sleeping Black Star, "You sleep in the middle. Have Pity on my girly sensitive self." She faked a weep and slightly chuckled, to which Soul was glad to see, rather than the face she had worn just previously showing a look of frustration.
Soul laid down an extra blanket and made himself comfortable. He slightly closed his eyes as Maka clicked off the light above them. His eyes followed her movement as she set down a blanket on top of Black Star before returning to her futon.
He didn't get any sleep that night, when he did it was already three in the morning, and when he woke up at five, Maka was already gone. Black Star on top of him sideways, his leg hitting his head.
Alright! So part One's Done! Yay!
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