One book in one year, written about your partner. Game on. Oh wait, they're writing about you too. [SoMa, TsuStar, KidLiz]

Rated M for Mature content

Genre: Romance, Suspense

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Fiction

Sunshinegirl09

Maka

The only thing I hated more than coming home to a drunk father was coming home to a drunk father who was hitting on a woman. Even worse than that, there were three girls cuddled in his arms. I wondered if he ever did that to Mama before she left. Papa never really did touch her like this from what I remembered. All I can recall is fighting.

"Oi, Papa." I greeted. "GET THE HELL OUT OF THE KITCHEN!"

My dad jumped, startling the girls who were with him.

"M-Maka-chan!" He exclaimed.

"Out!"

I couldn't deal with this while I was trying to cook dinner for myself. Seriously, I was going to pop a gasket if they didn't get out in the next thirty seconds. Luckily my father heeded my orders and took the girls to his bedroom. Grand.

My grilled cheese sandwich turned out less than perfect. It didn't really improve my bad mood. This was really starting to build up to a terrible day. Especially since I could hear groans and moaning coming from the bedroom.

Oh and better than that, while I'm eating my food, my papa comes out of the bedroom, half naked, while the girls were completely bare, their boobs swinging from side to side as they caressed his dick.

I was ready to puke. It was reminding me of things I didn't want to be reminded of.

The situation deepened my hatred for the fact that we lived in an apartment. I wished we had a second floor so I wouldn't have to be close to him when he was having sex with his many partners. Shiver.

By now I had lost my appetite and decided to dump my grilled cheese into the garbage can.

I left the apartment so I didn't have to be around my dad and so I could buy a journal.

Soul

"Just get the hell out of here if you're going to talk to your brother like that!" She shouted, screeching loudly. "I don't want to see you!"

"Wasn't planning on staying!"

This was the second time this week I had left in the middle of the night before dinner. My mom seemed to have little trouble kicking me out. It was all my goddamn brother's fault. He was such a dick face. I still hardly understood how she always found a reason to side with him.

'If you were only more like your brother...' I hated hearing that. Every fucking time. She was constantly telling me that. 'If you were only more dedicated to your music...' This is really the only reason she baby's my brother. If he weren't so damn good at the violin, having prestigious concerts everywhere, she wouldn't the shit slide with him anymore.

The worst part was my father sided with her but really didn't give two fucks about my behavior versus my brother's. He was a little bit of a ditz and only liked to listen to our music. It was easy for him to go with my mom then if she was scolding me on music.

If I could I would slap the crap out of my mom but I can't because one, she's a woman, which would be uncool, and two she's my mom and she brought me into this world so she could easily take that shit away. It'd be disrespectful but considering how pissed I was right now, the demon in the back of my mind told me it was a good idea.

So right now I wasn't exactly sure what I was going to eat. I checked my pockets and realized I just had enough for a bowl of ramen. Which is sad because ramen doesn't cost much and it was all I could afford.

"That'll be 300 hundred yen." I handed the woman the money and told her to keep the change, while I walked away.

I found a lonely park bench, seating myself there under a street lamp. The bowl of hot ramen warmed my lap from the fall hair. I had to eat pretty quickly though. Styrofoam bowls didn't exactly hold liquids as greatly as they lead to.

Breaking the chopsticks apart, I looked down at the bowl.

"Itadakimasu!"

Maka

Homeroom that morning was rather gloomy. I think the whole story thing was dawning on everyone and they realized how hard this was going to be. We had to write a full length story about someone in a year. Less than a year. Nine months. It was ridiculous, especially if you had an ass face of a partner named Soul Eater.

Soul was staring out the window, trying to keep a calm, cool look but he looked more pissed than anything.

Tch. I bet his night was normal compared to mine. My stupid father making it impossible for me to sleep or eat anything. Soul probably had a relaxing meal with his 'cool' family then went to bed.

I couldn't do either of those things.

When he caught me staring at him, he gave me this look that seemed like he was thinking the same things about me. I was tempting to tell him how impossibly long and terrible my night was but I wasn't one who liked to complain to other people.

I was a strong, determined girl and I couldn't let things like these slow me down.

So you can just imagine when I went over to talk to him, I used a slightly firm voice.

"Soul Eater..." I addressed him.

He hardly looked up.

"I would most enjoy if you would help me write this." I held up my journal, holding a ballpoint pen.

Soul gave me the slightest twitch of his eyebrow, pissing me off further.

"What the fuck do you want me to do?" He questioned.

My fake smile quivered. I'd already finished the first page of the rough draft about the poor kid named Soul who couldn't get along with people. Surely he didn't want me to write about that...

"Tell me about yourself." I said through gritted teeth.

Soul sighed getting up from his seat.

"Give me this damn thing."

He snatched the book from my hands and I reached up and grabbed it but couldn't keep a grip. He held it away, being a few inches taller than me, discontinuing my reach.

"Do you honestly think you will even use all of these pages." He said, flipping through them, flashing a pointy smirk.

I gulped, being around him and his pointy smile, made my awkwardly uncomfortable.

"You asshole! Give that back!" I yelled, earning myself a shush from Sid-sensei. We were supposed to be studying for any other classes in Homeroom today. But it's not like Sid paid much attention to us anyway.

Soul raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah? What're you gonna do about it?"

Well he just asked so he was going to get it.

I picked up a heavy textbook from the desk next to me and slammed it onto Soul's head.

"Ow!" He cried, dropping the book. "What was that for? God...what guy in the right mind would wanna go out with you?"

"That's not the point of the conversation!" I retorted, slightly hurt, setting the book down.

Soul sat back in his seat, and returned my journal to me. I was really deciding to put that first draft in here.

"I need something else to write with," I told him, taking a seat opposite from him. "What do you-"

"I play piano." He sharply stated.

Piano?

Tsubaki

My sympathetic feelings reached out towards Maka while I watched her argue with Soul.

"I play piano." He suddenly said with a bitter tone.

Maka immediately froze.

"Hey!" Black Star's voice broke me out of the trance I was in.

"O-Oh Black Star." I said, turning to my partner.

"So listen," He continued to rant. "I'm like the biggest person in this world. I'm going to be the greatest martial artist one day and surpass god."

Here he goes again...Black Star was always doing this, so much I wondered if we were ever going to get to writing the books. At least it would be easy for me. He was constantly talking about himself, I didn't know if he would be able to write about me.

"Ne...Black Star..." I said.

"Hmm? What?" He questioned. "Are you amazed by me?"

I paused. That wasn't quite what I was going for.

"Well...I'm going to begin to write your story so," I started. "Could you tell me a little bit about your family?"

Black Star's expression darkened and his face became hard. It looked like this was something he really didn't want to talk about. I was too shy though to press.

"They're..." He said lowly. "NOT AS IMPORTANT AS ME!" Now he was fired up again.

Gosh this kid had mood swings.

"DAMMIT! GOD WILL BE SO AMAZED HE'LL JUST HAVE TO HAND DOWN HIS TITLE TO ME!"

It was beginning to get embarrassing, hanging out with Black Star, because everywhere we went he would have outbursts like this. I mean, even though we were only in homeroom, Soul and Maka were starting to look at us too, probably amazed someone could be louder than their bickering.

To me though, it looked like the two had developed some chemistry. Even though right now it was disastrous chemistry that could make a bomb, at least they had a little click. Black Star and I were totally different and with my personality, it was hard to keep up with him and have the nerve to keep him on track, but I had to try.

"Black Star!" I finally said more loudly. "We need to work on our stories, otherwise we'll be behind and get a bad grade." Black Star stopped and looked at me. "And if you get a bad grade," I added. "You won't be able to surpass god."

This seemed to fire him up and in fact, he completely ignored telling me about himself and instead interrogated me. And then he asked about my brother and I froze up.

Soul

"Y-You play an instrument?" She inquired, looking distraught.

"Yes..." I remarked. I said it once, did she need a hearing aid?

"No...no..." She sat down and folded her arms. "Great."

I wasn't necessarily interested in why she was so bothered so I didn't ask. But she was being quiet for a whole five minutes. This was a record. And still, she wasn't talking. More minutes passed and began to feel awkward.

"Oi, flat lands," I said. "What's so wrong about music?"

Saying it now, I immediately thought of my brother and punched the underside of the desk. Maka didn't seem to notice though.

"I don't understand music." She told me. "At all. How can I write about you when playing piano is a part of your life? You're musical based aren't you? I can sense it. It's like I can feel your soul and it screams music."

Hearing this pissed me off. She was acting like my mom. I wasn't all about music so why did everyone seem to think so?

"Well that's bullshit." I answered. "I-I don't play piano anymore. So stop acting so uncool." I wrinkled my nose, hoping that my own statement made me feel better. It wasn't a total lie. I avoided playing piano as much as possible now, but my mom still made me.

"Okay..." She replied, but for some reason I felt she was really good at reading people's faces. I felt like she was looking at my soul and really seeing I was all about music and I hated it.

My fucking brother would always be better than me so why did I have to bother? Everyone expected me to be like him but I couldn't and really didn't want it to be that way. When I played piano, I wanted to play it because I wanted to, not to meet people's expectations.

Dammit.

"Soul!" Maka brought me back to reality. Great. Skinny, not hot girl, trying to take control. Gotta love it.

"What?" I growled.

She stood up again.

"If you don't tell me about yourself, I'm going to write down my draft for your first chapter!" She shouted.

Oh hell. I didn't even know what her first draft was. Like I gave a shit anyway. Probably some bull about me being a total douche bag. I hated people who always make first impressions, sucky ones at that.

"Write what you want." I informed her. If Marie-sensei knows who I am then she'll see Maka did a bad writing job and give her a bad grade. I'd like to see her face when she sees she got less than an A on her assignment.

Besides, I was getting ready to write my first page for Maka. Tch.

Pulling out a crappy and old, blank book I found from downstairs, I turned the leather cover page and wrote Maka Albarn on the top of the first page and then started to write the beginning, pushing Maka away who was trying to look over my shoulder.

Maka Albarn

Maka was always a girl who tried too hard. She didn't seemed to care about others, only herself. She was always making assumptions and first impressions about other people that caused her to be hated.

Along with that, she was very unattractive to other guys. For some reason, her chest didn't really go far and her stupid hair was always in pigtails. She had big green eyes that shouldn't be mistaken for being pretty because they were often angrily looking at you.

Everyone found it to be a drag to be around her. In fact she had only one friend sit by her at lunch and that was out of pity. The teachers at school were annoyed by her constant questioning and bickering with other students about school work.

She was clearly unwanted.

Author's Note: Oh! Soul is so cruel isn't he? Lol. I love mean guys, especially when they're hot. Like Draco Malfoy *drooool* HAWT! Yesh. So anyway, third chapter is up :) Hope you guys like so far. I'm trying to keep the character's a little OOC and a little not because I like to customize my stories so it gives me more creative freedom :D Hahaha. Sooo review...question mark? Please XD Thanks for reading!