Chapter 10 – Dance with the Devil

A/N- OMG! SO SORRY THAT THIS IS LATE! Writer's Block…And well….I got caught up in watching Bleach…Sorry… TToTT…But this is a longish chaper :D (So don't kill me o.o)

Hm…Not sure how the title relates to the chapter…BUT OH WELL :P

Sorry if the content of this chapter offends you at all :\

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(POV- Maka)

Friday evening: I sat in the living room waiting for Black Star to come pick me up. I had picked out a simple black dress and a silver necklace. 'A dress?' You ask. Well…This was the first dance of the school year so Shibusen always expects the students to look fancy and what not. 'No blue?' you may also wonder. Correct you are. I purposely chose not to wear that color. I mean, Black Star and I weren't actually going out, and it would probably make Soul bitterer.

Speaking of my partner, he hadn't spoken to me since that…er, kiss, I guess you could call it. Heck, he rarely even looked at me. And when he did, he'd just scowl and look away, again. He had left for the dance without me, probably with a date he had managed to find before the week ended.

I sighed, what if he actually likes me, though? I've screwed up big time. Must life be so difficult?

Glancing over at the clock, I sighed, once more, loudly, and when's that goof going to get here?

As if on cue, the door bell rang. I got up to open the door, but Black Star took the liberty of opening it himself.

"Hi," I smiled, pushing away earlier thoughts of Soul.

"Hey, Maka," he grinned as well, "You look really pretty."

My face flushed, "Oh, um, thanks." I glanced at his attire: black trousers and a blue dress shirt; the top buttons undone. Typical.

"You look pretty good too."

He nodded, "Well, let's go make our big entry!"

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(POV- Soul)

I hate to admit it, but Shibusen cleans up well.

I had reached the school about thirty minutes early, and only teachers and one or two students were there. The hall where the dance was set up looked completely different. There were tons of small, round tables, which could probably seat four people, covered with either black or red tablecloths. The tables were clustered around the sides of the hall so there would be space to dance. Helium filled balloons, which again were black and red, this time with skulls on them, were scattered around the hall. At the two ends of the hall, there was, on one side, a DJ, and on the other, a small stage; for a live band, perhaps? A huge disco ball hung above the center of the dance floor.

"Looks cool, doesn't it?" a voice behind me asked, almost sneering.

I turned around to face exactly the person I didn't want to see. Well, besides Black Star, Maka, and Alana.

"Whaddya want Spirit?" I asked the red-haired man in a bored tone.

"Where's Maka?"

I scoffed, "What? No lecture on how I'm a 'lazy albino shark'?"

The Death Scythe scowled and chose to ignore my failure of an imitation.

"She's coming with the wanna-be-god," I said.

"Ya mean Black Star?"

"Yeah..."

I was shocked. Maka's dad and I were having a somewhat normal conversation...And no one was about to get hurt either!

"So what are you gonna do about it?" he inquired.

"What?" I raised a brow. Was he trying to help me?

"You know," he continued, "Get Maka away from Black Star."

"You are trying to help me!"

Spirit shifted uncomfortably.

"You hate me," I stated.

"Well…."

"Well?"

"Well yeah," he replied, "But you're a much better choice than that moron."

I smirked.

"Wha-what's with the face?"

"Oh…Nothing. Nice talk, Death Scythe. Nice talk," with that, I patted him on the shoulder and walked away.

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(POV- Maka)

I gasped.

The great hall had never looked so…..so amazing.

Crowds of people were filling up the dance floor, all of them in dazzling outfits. Black Star was nodding in what seemed to be approval.

"Not bad, not bad."

I rolled my eyes, "Still not godly enough for you?"

He shrugged, "Could be better…Come on, I need to announce that the great me has arrived!"

I still wonder how he passed English class.

Without wasting more time, he caught hold of my wrist and dragged me to the stage, where Kid was making a welcome speech.

"Black Star…We shouldn't-" I started, but we had already reached.

"YA-HAH!" Black Star interrupted the young Shinigami and jumped up, "THE GREAT BLACK STAR HAS COME!"

Everyone, on stage and on the dance floor, turned to him, slowly.

"BAHAHAHA! That's what he said!" Patty roared.

There was an awkward silence. And well, let's just say that many gay babies were born in that long period of time. Everyone, on the stage, in the crowd, even the adults, stared at Patty. She was just so childish, that no one had expected something like that to escape her lips.

"Now, Patty…What did we say about shouting out stuff like that at inappropriate times?" Liz scolded, breaking the silence.

The younger twin pouted and looked down, apologetically.

Awesome friends, huh?

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(POV – Soul)

I smirked at Patty's sex joke. But, Black Star didn't seem fazed. He just shrugged it off.

Someone tapped my shoulder, causing me to turn to face them.

It was a girl. She wore a silver and black dress the fell to her ankles, a large slit from the mid-thigh to the end of the dress. Her hair, raven colored, was tied in her usual high ponytail, this time with a few, long strands hanging out.

Tsubaki.

She smiled, "You look nice, Soul-kun."

"As do you," I nodded.

"Mm…Do you really think this is going to work?" she wondered.

"It should…"

"Thanks," she smiled, shyly.

In response, I took her hand and led her to the dance floor. Now, I was just about an inch taller than her. Thank god for growth spurts.

A slower song began to play, a tradition for Shibusen. They played calming music at the beginning and end of the dance. This worked perfectly for me.

We began to dance, ballroom style. My eyes flickered around the hall, searching for Maka.

She was standing at the edge of the floor, waiting for Black Star to come off the stage. That looser.

Then, crimson met emerald.

Seeing my dance partner, Maka tilted her head to the side, in confusion. Grinning inwardly, I turned away, and went on dancing with Tsubaki.

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(POV – Maka)

So that's who he asked to the dance! I noted Soul dancing with my best friend. She wore a silver dress and him…

Soul's hair was no longer in the usual headband. It was gelled, slightly spiked to the side. He wore a red dress shirt, which matched his eyes, with all the buttons undone. Under that, a black muscle shirt. He also wore black trousers with a silver chain attached to the belt.

Words couldn't describe how I felt, looking at him.

I turned away. He's with Tsubaki. I shouldn't ruin her night. I can't.

"Hey, Black Star," I turned to the ninja, who had decided to get off the stage, "We should go dance…"

"Nah," he frowned.

"What? Why not?"

"Slow dances…Not really my thing," he replied.

"Oh…"

We stood for a second, "Here, I'll go get us punch…"

"Thanks," I nodded.

Shuffling to a nearby table, a few thoughts crossed my mind.

Soul and Tsubaki..? I didn't know that they liked each other. Or maybe not. Maybe they both didn't have dates and decided to go with each other…Or…Maybe, just maybe, Soul was trying to make me jealous. Was that why he hadn't talk to me? And for Tsubaki to agree…

I mentally slapped myself in the head.

Well no wonder she had agreed to it! She liked Black Star, and wanted him to be happy and Soul probably- UGH! How can I not realize that she liked him? She's my best friend. Dammit. I. Hate. Being. A teen.

"Hellooooo," a voice brought me back to reality.

"Earth to Makaaaa," Black Star called, hovering a glass of punch in front of my face.

"Oh! Oh, thanks," I took the glass.

"Drink it quickly," he ordered, "I requested a song for us to dance to."

My eyes widened.

"Are you familiar with Super Junior?"

I jumped up, a grin forming on my face. Screw these stupid, hormonal feelings. Just enjoy yourself, Maka.

"I love them!" I exclaimed.

"Perfect."

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(POV – Soul)

The first song had just finished, and I'm sad to say that Tsubaki is probably one of the best dancers I've ever met. Almost as good as I was.

We were in synch, and did a bunch of dips, turns, and other fancy dance moves that had names I didn't bother learning.

The sad part was that we attracted a lot of attention.

All the suckish, I mean, dance-challenged couples wandered over to us and watched. Soon, an entire circle of people had formed as we continued to dance. Maka was not part of that circle.

Peaking over the crowd, I spotted her.

She was sitting at a table all by herself. Her head tilted slightly. She defiantly was thinking about something.

As for the blue haired moron; he was by the punch, talking, possibly flirting, with Kim.

Tonight was going to be interesting….

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A/N - Well...This was SUPPOSED to be longer...But that would have taken too long to write and I wanted to upload before someone stalked me and killed me in my sleep o.o

There should only be 2 or 3 more chapters left now :)

~SmoronPwnz~