Chapter 9- Broken Hearted Soul
A/N- Sorry again for the lateness…I can't use the computer than often, and I had a major writers block…Soul-Maka fluff this time….well…an angsty kind of fluff
Yes, there is cursing…It's rated T for a reason :P
The song is: Broken Hearted Soul by Ra
I'm not putting in lyrics 'cause it makes me depressed…Yet, strangely, I listen to Dear Agony all the time…..Whatever…THE CHAPTER:
(POV- Soul)
"See you at school," Maka hung up, and then turned around with a sheepish smile on her face.
"Who was that?" I asked.
She scowled, now realizing my existence, "What's it to you?" then stormed off to her room.
I sighed, for seemed to be the thousandth time today.
Should I go after her? Why's she still pissed? What happened with Alana wasn't even my fault! Besides, she doesn't get THAT mad when Blair "wakes me up"…If I keep acting like this, she'll never like me back…
My decision was final
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(POV- Maka)
I sighed happily, already looking through my closet. I didn't get why, though. Black Star and I were only friends. And this isn't a prom, or spring fling, or anything extremely important. Why am I so happy? More importantly, what should I wear? Gosh, I'm turning into such a girl!
I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn't hear someone come in.
"Hey," a low voice growled into my ear. Strong, wiry arms, that matched the voice perfectly, wrapped around my waist. His hands – tan, large, and rough - were so gentle when they held me.
Soul.
"Maka?" he murmured, his lips moved against my ear, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine.
"Neh?" was all I could manage to say. What was he DOING? Not that I didn't like it…
"I'm sorry," his warm breath grazed over my skin.
Why is-? What-? Soul? My brain shorted out, making it impossible for me to complete a sentence.
"What you saw there," he continued, bringing one hand up to message my shoulder, "isn't what you think."
"Hm?" I leaned into him, inhaling the sent of my partner. It was like mint mixed with morning dew. As strange as that sounds, it's actually amazing.
Why. Must. He. Be. So. Perfect?
He whispered his version of the story into my ear. I didn't pay much attention to his words, more to his arms, his calloused hands, and warm breath.
My body literally exploded after what happened next:
Soul said something else, then tenderly pressed his lips on the base of my neck. At the same time, he pulled me even closer to his body.
"So?" he asked, after I finished hyperventilating as quietly as possible.
"What…?" I asked dreamily.
"The dance….Do you want to go with me?"
My eyes widened, The dance? With Soul? He actually asked me?
I spun my head around quickly, to see if he was joking or something. Unfortunately, I whipped his face with my pigtails. He was frowning, slightly, and had a tint of pink on his cheeks.
My heart welled up; he was just so…cute sometimes.
"Well?" he said, and then gave a little cough.
I opened my mouth to say yes, but then, sadly, my mind cleared; I remembered I was going to go with Black Star.
"Oh…"
"Oh?" he was getting anxious now.
"I'd love to Soul, I really would…But, I'm already going with someone…."
My eyes flicked up to see his crimson orbs narrow, "Who is this someone?" he spat out the last word as if it was a disease.
"Black Star," I mumbled, turning my head away from him.
"Who?" he asked, his voice grew dangerously low. I was pretty sure he heard me the first time though.
"Black…Star…" I looked down, not wanting to see his face. He…He actually asked me…And I…turned him down.
"Black Star?"
He released me from the comfortable grip that I was enclosed in.
"Black…Star?" he repeated.
There was rage underneath his voice.
"Your going to the dance…With that…That….That man-whore?"
My head snapped up, "He's your best friend!"
"He was my best friend," Soul sneered, and with that, he left me alone with my tears.
Life is a bitch!
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(POV- Soul)
Fuck! Maka and…Black Star? Has the world gone mad? They don't even make a good couple! What the hell? How did this happen?
I mounted my bike, riding into the night.
He knew I loved Maka. More than anything in this messed up world. Why did he have to do this to me? What did I ever do to him?
Spotting a quiet café, I pulled over.
I slumped into a booth, letting my head hit the table.
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
"Soul? Soul-kun, is that you?"
"Away," I replied, not bothering to look up to whoever spoke, "Go. Away."
The person poked my head.
"WHADDYA WANT?" I yelled at….Tsubaki.
She frowned.
"Sorry, Tsubaki…I didn't know it was you."
"It's okay," she grinned, instantly.
That girl forgave way too easily.
"So what bring you here?" she slid into the booth, across from me.
"Nothing. What 'bout you?"
"I work here," she giggled, as if she knew something I didn't.
I looked up, eyebrows raised.
Bad choice.
Her violet eyes stared into mine, almost looking into my very soul. I couldn't help but to blurt out my thoughts.
"'-likeMaka…Yeah"
The ninja weapon looked confused, "Come again?"
I sighed, "It's nothing, okay? I just want to be alone."
She nodded, and silently walked away.
Oh Shinigami, please tell me she didn't hear any of that.
Tsubaki returned as quickly as she left, this time with a steaming glass of hot chocolate.
I grinned as she placed it in front of me, "You know how to make people happy, don't you"
She looked down.
I didn't know the girl too well, but I could just tell something was wrong.
My eyes widened, slightly. It all made sense.
Tsubaki clearly liked Black Star….And his giant ego stopped him from seeing that. She always agreed with him, did what he asked, helped him when he was in trouble. But, he never seemed to notice her. Not in the way he noticed Maka. I felt my blood broil at that. How did I not see that though?
"You like Black Star," I stated, simply.
"W-what?" her face flushed.
"It's obvious."
"Not as obvious as your undying love for Maka," she countered, smirking. Lemme tell you, a smirk is something that should not be on her face. It's downright scary.
"I do not have a," I put air quotes around what she had just said, "'undying love for' tiny-tits."
She gave me an 'oh-really?' face.
"I don't!"
"Okay, fine, Soul. Whatever you say," she wasn't convinced.
We sat for a moment. A very awkward moment.
"How about this," I started, "I'll help you get Black Star to like you…"
"And I help you get Maka?" she finished.
I scowled, "I guess…"
"'Kay!" she held out her hand.
I shook it, "It's a deal."
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Sooo...? Like it? Did it make up for all those days I didn't update?
Anyway, IMMA MAKE BLACK STAR AND MAKA DANCE TO SORRY SORRY BY SUPER JUNIOR!! (Just thinking of Black Star SINGING and DANCING made me laugh XD)
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