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The two boys wandered through the streets, neither speaking, both thinking, about those girls. Maka and Tsubaki.
Or in Soul's case, just Maka.
____Flashback____
Soul looked at the girl, now standing, in front of him. Her long blond hair was tied up in pigtails on the sides of her head. Her lips were a light pink and pouty. She was slightly smaller than Soul, around the same size as Black Star. She wore a dark green tank top under a dark brown sweatshirt. She had dark, cream colored cargo pants with several pockets and a black belt. On her feet she had black sneakers. But what really caught Soul's attention, was her eyes.
They were a dark faded jade that accented her pale skin. The depth in them made Soul wonder so many things.
Black Star and Tsubaki were chatting about... well actually Soul didn't know what they were talking about. They seemed to be absorbed in their own little world.
Soul peeked back at Maka. She was staring at Black Star and Tsubaki with a blank look on her face. She looked back at him and mouthed, 'What the heck?' He just shrugged.
They watched the two before a cup of coffee was placed behind Soul on the counter. He gave the woman with the freakishly pink lips a small smile before shoving a few dollars to her. She smiled widely and placed a lock of platinum blond hair behind her ear and danced back to the kitchen.
The white blond boy stared happily at the dark brown liquid before taking a small sip. Maka peeked at it and scrunched her nose up. "You drink your coffee black?"
Soul smirked. "Of course not." And with that he reached over the counter and plucked a few packets of sugar before pouring them into the cup. He took a large swig and shivered at its sweetness. Maka wrinkled her nose again and bit her lip. "No cream?" Soul shook his head and smirked playfully.
"Is it good that way?" she asked. Soul shrugged and held out the cup to her. She hesitantly took the coffee from him. "You aren't sick are you?"
Soul leaned back against the counter. "Yes, in my mind." He said in a creepy voice. She rolled her eyes and chuckled before taking a tiny sip of the warm black liquid. She squealed and handed it back. "That's weird!" She then started to giggle.
Soul blinked before letting a small chuckle escape his lips. She was so different from the other girls his parents had set him up with when he was young. Those girls were stuck up and snobby. No way would they have laughed if he said he was sick in the mind (Which he practically was) or taken a sip of his coffee. She seemed so down to earth and... normal.
"So... You just moved here? Where are you staying?" Maka asked while picking at one of her nails. Soul noticed the light pink polish was starting to chip.
The red eyed boy shrugged. "I... I dunno really," he said truthfully. Her eyebrows raised half up her forehead. "Really?"
He nodded. "Yeah, but I, uh, I don't want to talk about it."
They sat in a short silence before Black Star yawned loudly and bonked Soul on the head. "Ow?" He said so only Maka could hear, causing her to giggle softly.
"So, uh, we're gonna bail. We'll see you later ladies." Black Star yawned. Soul felt slightly sad for some reason he didn't understand before glancing at Maka to see the corner of her lips turned down in a small frown.
Black Star went rummaging through his pockets for something and Soul turned around fully to face Maka. She bit her lip and tilted her head to the left a little, revealing the pale, olive skin of her long, slender neck. The curves of her neck and shoulders were shaped so gracefully-'Wait, what?'
Had he just been thinking that? About a girl he just met about a half an hour ago? What was wrong with him?
"Uh, Soul?" Maka said, her lips parted slightly in confusion. Her full, pink lips-'What the heck?'
"Y-yeah?" He said, jumping out of his daze slightly. She raised one eyebrow at him. "Are you okay?"
He nodded before biting his bottom lip a little. "I'm fine." He lied.
She gave him a look that said, 'I don't believe you one bit,' but decided to drop it. "Hey," She added. Soul looked back at her.
"You gotta phone?" He nodded and flipped a silver cell phone to her. Maka grabbed the phone and punched in her number quickly, hitting send, and feeling her own phone vibrate in her pocket. "If you ever need help, give me a call. I'll pick up."
Soul stared at her in disbelief. No one had ever said anything like that to him, save for Black Star. He had just met her, and she was doing this?
When she got another worried look on her face, he blinked. "Uh, sorry. F-Flashback. So, uh, thanks," he said sincerely. She smiled broadly before handing him back his phone. She waved to him as he turned and he returned the favor.
And with that, the two boys departed the restaurant, while Soul kept a tight grip on the cell phone in his pocket.
_____________End Flashback______
"Hey, Soul?" Said boy glanced up at Black Star. "Yeah?"
"I gotta go to the bathroom again." He nodded to a bar across the street. "I'll be right back." Soul shrugged and leaned against a brick wall near a smelly alleyway.
As Soul started to let his mind wander to thoughts of Maka again, he failed to notice the three men hidden in the shadows, vicious grins on their faces.
Soul closed his eyes. 'What's happening to me?' He had felt so connected Maka when he had laid his eyes on her.
Soul quickly rethought that. That sounded like a cliche love story. Love at first sight, or soul mates. He wasn't Maka's soul mate. She wasn't his. He didn't believe in that kind of stuff. They were two people who had just met in a diner... and exchanged phone numbers. That meant nothing. Nothing at all.
'Yes is does,' a voice sneered in his head. He groaned and immediately shut it out. He had acquired it's annoyingness during his many piano lessons and therapy his mother forced him to take. It had taken years but he finally managed to block it out, almost.
As he finally felt more relaxed, something was pressed to the back of his neck.
Something hard, cold, and sharp.
A knife.
"Gimme your wallet." A voice commanded.
There was silence before one word was sounded.
"No."
Soul quickly pushed off the man and spun around, finally seeing the man's face. He had dark hair and a deep tan. His eyes were a chocolate brown and he had a small scar on his forehead. He was buff and had a square chin.
He blinked in confusion before anger painted itself across his face. He charged at Soul, knife steady in his hand. Soul stepped out of the way just as the blade would connect with his forehead.
The red eyed boy was about to run across the street to the bar Black Star had, when a second pair of hands gripped his shoulders tightly. Before he could turn to see who the second attacker was, Soul's head was slammed into the brick wall he had been leaning on.
Blackness slowly closed in on him and the last thing he saw was the ground.
Black Star hurried out of the bar. Some drunk, underaged girls were trying to do, things, and he had been trapped.
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a smooth, leather wallet. "Oh crap, I forgot to give Soul's wallet back to him," he mumbled to himself.
The green eyed boy hopped up the curb and went back to where he had last been with Soul. When he saw no one, he looked around. "Soul? Soul?"
Black Star looked into the alleyway, only to stare in horror at his best friend, laying on the ground with a small trickle of blood coming from his head. He fell to his knees and started to shake the unconscious boy. "Soul! Answer me! Wake up man!"
"Black Star?" The frantic boy craned his head around to see Tsubaki and Maka staring at him. He moved to the side and the two girls gasped when they saw Soul.
"I don't know what happened, but he's unconscious, and I don't know what to do here!" Black Star explained quickly. Tsubaki ran up to Soul and gently took his pulse. Meanwhile, Maka was frozen in shock. "I-Is he okay?" She asked slowly.
Tsubaki looked up at her. "He has a pulse, but barely." Black Star shook his head. "Well, we gotta think about this. Did he fall?"
The three looked over him. "No, he wouldn't have landed that way if he had fallen." Tsubaki proclaimed, shaking her head.
"W-was he attacked?" Maka asked weakly. 'Why? He was fine a little while ago!'
Tsubaki nodded slowly. "I-I think so." She then looked the terrified blond right in the eye. "We should take him back to the apartment."
Maka nodded slowly before hurrying up to the two on the ground. They all got a hold on his arms and Black Star and Maka threw his arms around their shoulders.
They slowly made their way down the street to Maka's apartment.
Black Star sat next to the bed in the only guest bedroom of Maka's apartment. Tsubaki was in the kitchen making tea, and Maka was leaning against the wall at the foot of the bed.
"Do you think he'll be okay?" Maka asked, tilting her head.
"Dunno." Black Star answered solemnly.
"When do you think he'll wake up?"
"Dunno."
"What color is his hair?"
"Dunno"
"Heh."
"You're evil."
"Yes."
"Yeah."
"Guys?"
The two in the room turned to see Tsubaki standing in the doorway. She turned to Black Star. "Maybe you should relax. Are you tired?" Black Star shrugged. "A little."
"You could sleep on the couch, or I think Tsubaki has a spare room." Maka suggested. Black Star looked back at Soul before fixing his gaze on Maka. "C-call me if he wakes up." She nodded and patted his shoulder.
"I promise."
A little bit after Tsubaki left with Black Star, Maka sat down where the depressed boy had been sitting earlier with a cup of tea. She sipped slowly as she watched Soul's chest move up and down with every breath he took. His hands were laying gently on the bed.
Her eyes traveled upwards to his face. The tan skin stretched over his cheekbones perfectly. His lips were parted in a peacefully slumber, and his eyelids were closed. As ever carefully as she could, Maka gently stroked her finger across his smooth cheek. She traced the finger up to his temples and across his forehead. Slowly she retracted her hand from his face and placed it on top of his.
As her hand made contact with his, a shiver went up her spine. She carefully wove her fingers with his large, calloused hand and placed her lukewarm tea onto the hardwood floor. Maka suddenly felt very drowsy, and her vision became blurred. She laid her head on the mattress and let sleep take over her body.
Maka opened her eyes to see green grass and a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. The strange sun laughed freely, not like the dark chuckles it usually gave. She spun in a circle to see that in the distance there was a grove of trees. When she stood still a cool breeze ruffled her dress.
She looked down to see she was wearing a white, strapless dress that went about to her knees. She was barefoot and her toenails were painted silver. Her blond hair was pulled up in her normal pigtails with silver ribbons. Across her neck was a white ribbon tied like a chocker with a small bow in the middle. A small chain came down from it with a ruby heart on the end.
It was then she heard the most gorgeous melody through the air. She spun around again trying to locate the sound.
The music was dark and eerie, yet captivating. It was sweet yet not at the same time.
'It's probably my imagination,' Maka thought sadly. But as she tried to think up another song, it wouldn't stop. Maka suddenly had a yearning to find it. It seemed that it would make her stronger.
As she thought that, the sky faded. It became filled with dark clouds . As Maka spun around, the grass was slowly turning a dark purple, and seemed to be chasing her. She started to run from it, the only direction she could, to that of the trees. She started to pant heavily the more she ran.
Maka was about forty feet from the trees, she tripped. Her hands caught herself, but the edges of her dress touched the dark grass. It immediately turned black. The blond stumbled to get up, only resulting in more of her dress turning dark. It was like ink.
When she finally got up, she ran with all of her strength to the trees. She stopped right in front of them and listened. She smiled when she heard the enchanting melody again and started to make her way through the trunks and leaves.
Maka's pace quickened as the melody started to reach a high point. She pushed back the final branch to see a white grand piano. As her eyes traced the lines, they blinked in confusion when she saw the pianist responsible for the music.
Soul.
The white haired boy looked up from the ivory keys. When he laid his eyes on Maka and her splotchy dress, he grinned. The song came to a soft end and he stood up, pushing the piano bench back. He was wearing a black pinstripe suit with a red undershirt. "Maka," he said softly.
"Soul," She said just as quietly. Her lips turned up in a small smile.
His grin widened at the sound of his name on her lips. He extended his hand to her and she cautiously stepped forward. As she took his hand, her smile brightened and she let out the breath she had been holding.
He pulled her close into his chest. She placed a hand on his shoulder, then he wrapped an arm around her waist. Soul lifted the hand that was wrapped around hers and hugged her close. They began to sway, side to side, dancing to their own music.
The wind in the trees sounded like violins in their ears and the pitter patter of rain on the leaves acted as drums. The water that slid down the trunks of trees and landed on rocks were the trumpets and the grass was their stage. As if by magic, some of the rainwater landed softly on the keys to the piano, creating a soft beat.
Maka laid her head on Soul's chest. From this view she saw the black slowly draining from her dress. She giggled inwardly and tilted her head back up so she was staring right into Soul's ruby eyes. His soft gaze made her cheeks flush a light pink.
Soul leaned in so their foreheads pressed together. Maka watched as his cheeks turned the color of bubblegum, and she felt her own face heat more as well.
As the two leaned in even more, Maka felt as though she could fly.
Soul's eyes snapped open, the thoughts of the dream still in his head. 'Why were Maka and I dancing?'
The boy lifted his head off of the pillow it was resting on. He was laying on a bed in a room he had never been in before. The walls were a deep maroon and everything else was all white and black. His eyes traveled around the room before they landed on a head of blond hair. He sucked in a breath quickly. Maka was sleeping peacefully while nuzzling into his hand. Soul felt the corner of his lip turn up as he tightened their hands together.
After a few minutes of just memorizing the features of her face, Soul gently shook her shoulder. "Maka," he said, "Wake up,"
The olive eyed girl shifted and groaned slightly. "Mmm... Five more minutes..." Soul chuckled before shaking her more.
She opened her eyes fully before jerking her head up. "S-Soul?" she exclaimed in surprise. Maka looked down at their intertwined hands. She blushed and quickly pulled hers away. She averted her eyes from him and stood up. "Uh, we should call Black Star. H-He wanted to know when you woke up."
It was then Soul realized how much his head hurt. His hand flew up to head and he groaned a little. Maka bit her lip and ran back over to him. "Are you okay? Do you want some aspirin?"
Soul winced a little and nodded.
Maka giggled at his face before biting her lip again. "I'll make you some tea too, okay?" Soul gave her a half smile before trying to sit up. Maka immediately pushed him back down. "You're going to rest." And with that, she left the room.
Soul grinned widely to himself before settling down into his pillow and resting his tired eyes.
AN: Wow... This chapter was really long. It took me forever. Seriously. Like three whole days. GASP.
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