Disc: I don't own Soul Eater.
It was a surprisingly quiet day at the Libre Bonheur. So quiet that no one was there and I could go talk to Soul at his piano bench. He was currently attempting to teach me how to play a simple piece he learned when he was younger. I start to play but a sour note came out.
"No. You press C flat."
"Where is C flat?"
"Hopeless." I stuck my tongue out at him. "You are so mature. I wish I was more like you."
"So, back to C flat."
"You're flat."
"Right. I'm the immature one." He gave me a smirk and grabbed my hands. His were rough and big-. No. I am not in some ecchi manga. I will not describe his hands. Anyway, he grabbed my hands and placed them in the proper positions, or whatever, and told me to try again. And try I did. But trying is simply not enough. It sounded so bad that it brought Sid out of the kitchen.
"Hey. Get back to work." I nodded and hopped off the bench, smoothing down my skirt. Unfortunately, this was done in vain, as I slipped and fell down the stairs. Seriously? It's only like two steps.
You may think that someone would care that I just fell, even if it was a just a couple steps, but no. Sid shook his head and Soul could have died laughing. Some friends I had. I stood and smoothed my skirt. Again. The chime alerting us of the entrance of a customer went off and I turned to greet...
..Liz. And Patty. And Kidd.
Then I fell down again.
"What's up?" Soul said from behind me. I nodded and offered a smile as I stood back up. They all seemed nice at the meeting. Plus they had crappy fathers too. We share a connection.
"We were famished and saw that this establishment has some of the finest ratings in Death City."
"Geez Kiddo. Use a bunch of big words, why don't you," Liz said while examining her nails.
"Yeah, whatever. The food isn't half bad. You want to sit?" Soul was doing all the talking, and he's the freaking pianist. All I was doing was smiling at them more, looking like a stupid idiot, I'm sure. They took a seat and I mustered up some courage.
"What will you have to d-drink?" Ten points for Maka! I only stuttered once! I deserve an award.
"Coffee. Black would be fine."
"Diet whatever you have." I turned to Patty, the last to order, and saw that she was just looking around giggling softly and smiling. "She'll have the same as me." I nodded at Liz and with a short, "Sure thing," I went off to get the drinks.
Soul was back at his post, playing the piano, but he threw me a signature shark toothed grin before looking back to his music.
"Here y-you all are. What can I get you to eat?" I was doing pretty well talking to these people. Well- if you count taking there orders as talking.
"Oh, just whatever." I gave him an incredulous look. Judging by what I had seen of this man, he was very similar to me. He liked to have everything under control. Why was he giving me free reign? Noticing my look he said, "I believe we'll all take the special."
"Great. It will just be a second." I smiled and ran off to the kitchen. The special, as it would be, was Alfredo. It took no time to make. Bringing it back out, I placed it in front of them.
"This is all wrong."
"I'm sorry?"
"No. This is disgusting. Worthless!"
"Kidd. Calm down."
"How can I. Not with this mess in front of me." Soul stopped playing and started to walk over. He broke into a run when Kidd grabbed Liz's shoulders and she shrieked and tore away. Kidd broke out of his trance at that and started to apologize profusely.
"Sis? Why ya crying?" Patty also seemed to be brought out of her own little world, too.
"I'm not." She stood and stormed out. Kidd put a fifty dollar bill on the table and followed her. Patty looked confused.
"You should probably go after them," I offered. She nodded seriously and gave me a hug, which I was not prepared for, and walked out after them.
Soul picked up the money. "I didn't even know they made fifty dollar bills."
"Wait. What just happened here and why are you so calm about it?"
"Our problems. They cause more problems daily. I guess I'm just jaded."
"So that happens often." He nods. "Oh."
"Yeah."
"So what's your problem?"
"My problem? You." He smirks some more and pokes my side. Will everyone just stop touching me today? Jeez.
"Hey! I am not a problem."
"Get back to work or I'll fire both your asses." Sid, Sid, Sid. No one is here. What are we supposed to do?
"Aye, Sir!" Soul saluted. I sat and talked with him for the rest of the boring day.
Back at the apartment Blair, the cat, was chasing a fly. Animals. So intelligent. A message came up on the telephone so I listened to it.
"Hey Soul, Maka. At least I think you live together. If not, Soul, just forward this to your lady friend. Anyway, me and Patty feel bad about running out of the restaurant. Kidd does too. We wanted to make it up to her for freaking her out and stuff. Don't even lie to me, Soul, that would freak anybody out. So we are going to take her to get her nails done and shopping and other girly shit. Tsubaki's coming so that idiot Black Star will probably come to you with alcohol, but don't be dumb. Send Maka to 'NYC Nails' at seven. She can't use work as an excuse. I saw that the place was closing at five today. See ya."
I turned and looked at Soul, fear evident in my eyes.
"You're going."
"But-"
"No buts!"
"Fine." He smiled. Asserting power over others. This makes for a happy Soul. Again, no pun intended. His name just makes it too easy.
"So are you guys doing It?" That's the first question they asked me. No 'How are you?' No 'What's up'?' None.
"Um. No."
"Do you want to?" If possible, my face turned even redder. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have our answer."
"Liz. Leave her be."
Tsubaki! You are an angel! I looked at her adoringly. She smiled sweetly in my direction. "So, what color nail polish are you going to get?"
"Best to get red. It's Eater's favorite color." I stare at Liz. She crookedly grins when I blush again. She laughs out loud when a couple minutes later I pick out a purplish red.
"I s-swear I just liked the color."
"Sure you did." Stupid Liz.
A/N: Don't kill me! I know it's been forever...but here it is. Review?