Damn it...where's Maka? Kid wondered freely, keeping a cool, yet shaky, hand on his partner's elegant waist while searching openly for his blond crush. Ever since he had stepped foot on DWMA grounds, Maka was an on-going attraction in his golden eyes. From his father he had heard she was an exceptional young woman who followed in Spirit's, Maka's father and Lord Death's Death Sythe, and her mother's footsteps which led becoming great mesiters, as well as owning a controlled and a close weapon.
Kid's ideal woman. On the plus side, Maka Albarn was also very symmetrical. Those pigtails were the most symmetrical in his eyes, making him flutter with happiness whenever he saw them bobbing on her head like a cork in water. For the few years the two had been good friends, Kid went out of his way to protect her and love her and just be there. All from the background, of course. Soul Evans would slice him in half if he ever made a move on Maka.
Not like Kid would let him anyways. The idea that he could cut me in half...absurd! Kid loved Maka and would do anything for her. Hell, he'd even go as far as murdering Soul for her. No...that's a bit over the top, Kid. Dad would kill you! The young Shinigami chuckled as the song changed beats, becoming a faster dubstep tune. Patty started to move faster, grinding her hips against him. Kid looked down on her. Yes, Kid was now several inches taller then the tallest twin, much to Patty's surprise. The young Mesiter had hit a growth spurt back when he was fourteen.
"Where's Maka?" Kid screamed over the music. Patty glanced up at him and deliberatly ignored him. He showed a sign of annoyance and gripped her shoulders, stopping her from dancing. He stared deep into her baby-blue eyes, locking her gaze. Patty gazed lazily back at him, trying to play the "I have no clue what you're talking about, Kid" game.
"Damn it, Patty where is she?" his voice started to rise and others started to notice. The older woman glanced around nervously, then shurgged. "I seriously don't know, Kid. Go look for her. If you find Soul, you'll find her. I know it," she smiled brightly, tipped her cowgirl hat, and sauntered off. What was with her? Kid glared at the sauntering woman's back, his eyes slowly trailing downwards to her lower back...
"No, Kid...you love Maka. Do not betray her!" Kid scolded to himself, going off in the crowd to find his crush.
"Maka Albarn...please to meet you."
The way he said her name was almost hypnotizing she almost fainted. It was like someone was playing a soft lullaby in her ears mixed with notes of a jazzy instrument. The man stood at a straight 6'0 feet with jet-black hair and white stripes in his hair...or what looked like stripes, but instead looked a lot like eyes. Maka shuddered at the thought of those many eyes, glimmering in the darkness. One of them even blinked! Or so she thought. His eyes were blood red, just like Soul's, yet these held an air of maturity in them unlike the normal teen boy eyes like her partner's. He wore a snazzy pinstriped suit with a red tie.
"Uh, um, d-do I know you?" Maka asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She was surprised that he heard her. "My name is Asura Johnson. I just happened to see your striking form in the mix and decided to dance with you. Is that a problem?"
"No, but I don't know you...that's why."
"Hm. I see."
A warm hand tightened a little on her hand. Maka sighed, uncounciously, in pleasure. Then instantly regretted it. Asura moved even closer to her body, grinding his hips slightly against her own, drawing little circles with his thumb right above her ass. Maka moved even closer to this mysterious man, wanting to feel more of him. She could feel Soul's eyes burning on to her, but when Asura turned her, he was no where in sight.
Asura gained more cofiedence and this time, slipped his hand away from the blonde's, placing it on her hip while his other slithered up to join the other side. "Mmm...just keep moving those hips, baby...Just keep moving...," He murmurred in her ear, sniffing the scent of her hair. Apples, green apples. Maka blushed fiercly, her face hidden in Asura's collar.
My goodness...my heart is racing! He's making me so...so...
She didn't even notice him slipping his hands in the waistband of her pants, his left hand making circular motions on her crotch. Pleasure rippled through her pelvis and lower stomach, making Maka groan loudly. Asura pretened to not notice, dancing even faster, encouraging the blond to move her hips even more.
Maka! Snap out of it! Soul! SOUL! Maka shoved Asura away, sending him crashing into other dancers. "Hey watch it!" an angry dancer cried.
Asura grinned mischievously. "What's wrong, Maka?" He knew damn well what was wrong, but Maka didn't notice this. "Me and you can't dance! I have a boyfriend, y'know!" Asura feigned surprise, removing his fedora and bowing his head. Maka widened her eyes in surprise. "I am so very sorry. Maka, please, forgive me. I didn't know. Geez...," Asura fell back, covering his face with a large hand," I'm such an idiot."
Instantly, Maka fell for the feint, her cautious expression dropping several notches. From his third half-closed eye, Asura saw her take a deep breath. "You are not idiot, okay? You didn't know, Asura. It's fine!" She grinned widely, taking his hands in hers. "Let's just dance, alright? Just...not too close," Maka warned, half-joking, but mostly serious.
Asura nodded, shutting his eyes. "Heh. Of course, Maka. Anything for you." Once more, they came close together, but not too close, and starting swaying to the music. Maka laughed, clearly enjoying herself. After about half and hour of dancng, Maka's feet began to hurt and she groaned in pain of her aching heel. "Are you all right, Maka?" The blond shook her head. "My foot is killing me...can we go sit down somewhere or somethin'?" Asura was happy to accept. Now you'll be mine. He placed a careful hand on the middle of the girl's spine, led her through the sweaty mix of dancers, all the way up to the bar table where he had sat while watching Maka dance.
He sat her down, carefully raising her left foot up to his knee while he sat across from her. He removed her shoes, poking and prodding at her injured heel. "Ow!" Asura looked up at Maka's pain crinkled face. He resisted putting a hand on her face and bringing that beautiful face to his own. Oh, man. How those lips would taste! Asura glanced around, searching for the idiot boyfriend of Maka's. He felt his pocket vibrate. "Excuse me, Maka. Don't move, kay?" he grinned and softly patted her head. She smiled up at him.
Asura walked away from the girl, answering his phone. "Where is he?" A deep, booming voice on the other end chuckled. "Don't laugh, Free, or you won't be free any longer you damn wolf."
"Sorry, , I got Soul Evans cornered-"
"Damn right you fuckin' do! Who the fuck are you talkin to? Gimmie the phone!"
"-Er, as you...can hear. Anyways, uh, what do you want me to do with him?" Asura thought about this for a second, all the while listening to angry grunts and obscene curses from the other line. Nothing horrible came to mind. "Hello?"
"Still here, boss."
"Good. Well...just tie him up and throw him somewhere. Lock him up,or knock him out and abbandon him somewhere in the city. I doubt anyone could find him in the fog outside."
"All right, As—boss. Peace out!" The line clicked and went dead in Asura's ear. Good, he has Soul. So that's his name. Soul Evans. Intresting. He walked back to Maka, who now had a bright-red coke can in her hand. She drank from it lazily, watching the dancers below. Asura grinned and coughed.
"Oh hey! What was the phone call all about?" she asked, removing her foot from the seat across. Asura sat down, adjusting his fedora. "Mmm, nothing in particular. It was work. I work at this...club. I'm one of the best, so they always call me up on my free days, trying to get me to work. Kind of a hassle, y'know?" Maka was leaning forward, listening. Asura could see her breasts hanging out, resisting the urge to touch them.
"I see. Yeah, that's how my days are too."
"You work? At your young age? How old are you anyways?" At this, he saw a hint of pride in her glimmering eyes.
"I'm fifteen and I work, or more like fight, at DWMA. You know what that is right? Okay, you do. Every weekend and week day, me and my...boyfriend Soul Evans, we have to go all around the world to fight and stop evil-human spirits from becoming kishin, really evil and strong spirits. That's my hassle."
Asura "mm'd" in response, leaning forward of one hand, staring deep in her eyes. Maka was silent after that, waiting for him to start up a new part of the conversation.
"Well...where is this boyfriend of yours? Shouldn't he be dancing with you instead of him dancing with another girl?" Maka's eyes widened. "What?" Her head whipped in the direction of the dance floor, searching frantically for Soul. Asura snapped his fingers softly, whispering Soul's name. He looked back down on the floor, grinning smugly when he saw his illusion appear on the floor, grinding with several illusion-cat girls. One glance at Maka told him that she was shocked, enraged, and over all, hurt. Asura looked away, turning the smug expression into a serious one.
"See? And he's dancing with more then one girl as well! That's just plain wrong...don't you think Maka?" She didn't answer, only stare at her dancing boyfriend, mingling and grinding awfully close with the other dancers. A sharp pain stabbed her heart. Asura saw a single drop of water emerge from her closed eyes as she took a shaky breath. "Stupid...stupid...stupid..."
"C'mere." Maka looked sadly up at her new friend, who had his arms wide open for her. There was so much sincerty in his red eyes, he reminded her of her wonderful Soul. She rushed into his arms, sobbing loudly for the other residents of table nearby to hear, but barely. Asura stroked her hair, whispering soft words in the air, calming his sobbing girl. He cupped her face gently in his hands, tipping her face upwards. Her tear-streaked face and red cheeks made her look so vunerable...so innocent. It made her even more desirable.
He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers. She froze in utter shock. He became bolder, adding some pressure to his light kisses, pressing against her full lips. Much to his surprise, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders with little difficulty, standing on her toes for support. He wrapped an arm around her waist and picked her up, seating himself in a chair. They were kissing even harder now. He seized little moans and groans from the fifteen year old. He grazed her hips with just his fingertips.
Maka broke the kiss. "I...I..."
"No. Let's go."
"What?" she asked breathlessly, her face shadowed in the dark. "Let's go." Asura pulled her to her feet, then together they sprinted out of the club, into empty night air.