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

I had more things to worry about that didn't include Soul Eater and the stupid literature assignment but I couldn't seem to get it out of my head. The assignment or Soul. What was it about them? I didn't like any of the two in my brain yet I couldn't stop thinking about them.

Maybe it was the way Soul always pissed me off. Maybe it was the fact that he was so calm and chill about everything despite whatever situation we may be in. I hated how he could keep his cool all the time. Well...not all the time.

"I hate you."

"Well, I hate you too."

We both spoke through gritted teeth and even though as I spoke, I knew the words coming out of my mouth were ridiculous, I still said them with every ounce of hatred I could put into them.

Soul and I shouldn't really hate each other. We had no reason to, yet every time we looked at each other, it sent our blood boiling. It was a feeling that I couldn't explain. Something about him just made my emotions run wild.

Why couldn't we get along?

"Aren't you going to tell me?" I asked him.

"No." Was his sharp response.

"Soul," I pushed his foot that was resting on his desk off. "I need something to write about besides you being a total dick. Tell me about your piano playing."

"I said I didn't fucking want to." Soul argued, earning him a glare from Sid-sensei with his cussing.

He snapped at me like sharing anything personal would kill him. Well...it's not like I was gonna open up to him anyway.

"Why'd I get stuck with such an un-hot partner anyway?" Soul wondered out loud, too loud for me.

So I hit him with a book.

"Fuck that hurt..." He moaned, getting up and strutting away from me.

I caught Tsubaki stealing sympathetic glances from the other side of the room while she desperately tried to get Black Star focused...I returned the stares.

That was how a normal conversation between Soul and I went. We'd been doing this assignment for only a week and already we couldn't stay in the same room with each other for more than five minutes. How would we survive a year?

Kid

How could she not care? Why was she being so careless? I couldn't believe my partner didn't want to get to know me or at least let me write about her! This was disgusting...such lack of dedication!

"Liz! I demand that you allow me access of your personal life!" I requested, loudly.

"Why the hell should I let you!" She yelled with a greater volume.

I raised an eyebrow. Was she challenging me?

"You dare not care for an assignment?" I asked her, angrily.

Liz placed her hands on her hips, returning the eyebrow raise.

"Well if you're such a perfectionist, why do you have three stripes on one side of your head and not the other, that ain't look symmetrical to me!" She cried.

Hearing those words come from her mouth, I realized she was right and dropped to the ground in distaste towards myself. How could I demand so much of her when I was already such a terrible human...being so unsymmetrical.

"Um, Kid?" She questioned, staring at me while I lay on the ground.

I ignored her though. I wasn't worthy to speak to anyone else who was at least more symmetrical than I. How could I be so disgusting? Trash...trash!

"Hey...get up! You're making a scene! All of our homeroom class is staring at us!" Liz worriedly looked around, seeing the other people watch her but I was too distracted by my gross self to care.

Tsubaki

At least my partner didn't have OCD. Still...I was starting to think he had ADHD. I was afraid to ask him, thinking it was rude, but then again he would probably take such a comment as a compliment anyway.

This was going nowhere. Black Star and I weren't getting anywhere anytime soon.

"So then I punched the guy in the jaw and the teacher's thought that I was the one who should get punished." Black Star ranted.

So far, the only thing I knew about him was that he liked to fight and wanted to surpass God. No life story. Nothing was ever said about his family or childhood. I started to wonder if he was really human? He never talked about any relationships...any friends. From what Maka told me at lunch the other day, it seemed he and Soul were pretty close but that was about it.

"We need to focus!" I scolded him, but Black Star was too engrossed in his own story to realize me talking.

I felt like someone suffering under the heat of a burning light. Black Star was the burning light and I was the innocent soul trapped underneath.

God...this was quite unfortunate.

Soul

Okay. With that goddamn girl following me around everywhere, how the hell was I supposed to pick up hot chicks? Miku asked me yesterday if I was going out with Maka. She told me I wasn't allowed to hit on her when I already had a girlfriend. One can only imagine who insanely pissed I was.

Worse than that, I had nothing to write about in the stupid story of Maka and Marie pulled me aside the other day and told me she was 'unimpressed with my efforts' and that I should 'try to work more with Maka'.

I try to keep a chill personality and look cool but these things piss me off and I can't help but flip over a desk. I knew that I shouldn't care about this stupid thing...possibly overreacting like a fuckin' emotional girl, but there's something about Maka that bothered me and I couldn't get it out of my head. It was like an itch you couldn't scratch, or when you try to remember a song name but can't.

Then when she asked me about the piano...I was seriously ready to just slam the bitch. But she was a girl so I refrained myself from doing such an uncool act. Maybe I could slam around her just to scare her.

When such emotions ran through me like wildfire, I knew it was time to just stuff my headphones in my ears and block out the world. I didn't care if the lunch ladies at the cafeteria hated it. They were gonna have to deal with the faint sound of my music.

Besides, why should they care? It wasn't any obnoxious shit that most kids these listen too. It was smooth jazz. Coming from a family of classical instruments, of course I learned to love the sadistic music. That's what I thought of it. Insanity. Whenever I listened to the sounds of a piano, I felt like I was drowning in madness. It was like I couldn't escape sinking in the thick molasses of the notes.

I stole glances around the lunchroom, sitting by myself. Black Star was stalking Tsubaki. He as lucky he got such a hot partner but I didn't think she was the type to be easy. Kid was partnered with the thug, Liz. Did he even know what went on with her as a child? Maka was happily talking to Tsubaki as if she had no worries and for a second, I was jealous.

She had such a perfect life it seemed. My feeling went away but I still was mad. How was it that she could be stick with, in her opinion, a dick like me and still be smiling like that when only an hour ago she was madder than hell at god knows what I did.

Maka

I caught that douche bag Soul watching me and glared back at him. There seemed to be electricity still in the air when we returned our stares back to our food. Psh. He must've thought he was so cool listening to his music while he ate. Well, it was just plain stupid.

Honestly I didn't see the point.

"Liz...come sit with us." Tsubaki invited her over here.

Liz left a crying Kid and sat across from us at a circular table.

"This is Maka..." Tsubaki pointed to me and I waved at her.

Liz waved back.

"I can't believe him!" She immediately ranted. "He acts like such a crybaby!"

For the rest of lunch, we exchanged stories about our psychotic partners and how we were gonna sign a petition to switch and post it all over the literature room for Marie-sensei to see, in hopes she would change her mind.

But I doubted she would and didn't say this aloud.

The rest of the day went by a little fast. Thank God in Biology we weren't doing labs because I enjoyed when poisonous gases from Black Star and Soul were not splashing me from behind.

To put it bluntly, math sucked. I don't understand half the crap we learn in Pre-Calc and to be honest, the only reason I was in the high class for math was because I studied hard for every test, barely managing to get all A's, but being one of the only ones to ever do it. I regret doing so well when math was easy.

I found myself thankful when the end of the day rolled by. It wasn't the best thing, walking home from school, but there was never a bus route that came to my house exactly at the end of the day. So I walked five miles every day from school normally. In the morning though my dad used to drop me off at school. Not anymore.

He didn't get off from work until seven usually. But of course there were the occasions where he got too drunk to be at work and I came home to find him with numerous women in his arms. Let's hope that wasn't how it'd be today.

Actually, it was the opposite. He must've been so drunk that he couldn't come home. Either that or he was too busy making out with a girl at the bar to come back home to me and eat dinner. The problem with his is sometimes he brought groceries and we were out. And he wasn't home yet.

So I decided to leave the house to go get something to eat, with the little money I had.

I walked the streets of Death City, trying to find something edible downtown. I took a bus to get there and sat by this creeper who had a newspaper from three years ago. Then there was an emo chick sitting across from me, depressingly looking outside.

Oh yeah, and the awkward couple making out.

I thanked god when I got off the bus and started to roam around, scoping for food.

It took me forever to find what I really wanted. There were tons of people trying to sell me extremely gross food off the streets. I have a great appetite, so when I say gross I mean it. They were selling pig eyes and flies...goat testicles...you name it. "Really...I'm not interested!" are words the sellers seem to really not understand one bit! It's quite sad.

So finally, I found a taiyaki place. Took long enough. Taiyaki has always been one of my favorite foods. I especially loved the fish shape as a child. I remembered the first time I tried it. It was a particularly good memory of my dad me. He had bought it for me because I was scootering along side of him and fell and started to cry. He was really a clueless guy. So he bought me food, trying to make me feel better.

It worked.

As I took my first bite into the sweet bean paste, something silver caught my eye.

I looked over in the distance and saw a teenage guy with his head in his hands, sitting on a lone park bench. At first I couldn't recognize him, but seeing that his hair was silvery white, I suddenly realized who it was.

Soul Eater.

Author's Note: Oh! I'm so mean! Lol. Giving you such a short chapter. But it's eleven and I have to get up early so I had to stop here. I HAD A GOOD REASON! High school orientation on Friday. Yeah...I'm a ninth grader. BAHA! Fourteen and writing a rated M story! Bad kids! Don't follow in my footsteps XD Jk...Kinda. So yes, worst orientation EVER! Who plays Simon says for three hours at an orientation? Us...and other team building games too. Yeah but then I had to go to our city festival Saturday with my friends. And today, Sunday, I danced in it for our high school dance team. Then went to a pool party. And out to eat. SO I'M BUSY! But I updated :) So please with a cherry on top, review =D