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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Soul

"Soul...is that you?"

Someone's voice brought me out of my trance. Shit. Green eyes bored down on me and I knew that they were hers. Maka didn't look pissed though, while she stared. She looked confused, her eyebrows furrowed.

And she wanted an explanation.

"What are you doing here?" I inquired, narrowing my eyes.

She pretended not to be hurt but I think she'd seen me while I was depressed for quite some time because her defensive walls that normally bounce away my comebacks were down and I tried not to feel guilty but...mine were up.

"I..." Maka paused and held up some Taiyaki. It looked pretty appetizing. "was eating out." She finished.

By herself...?

"What are you doing?" She questioned.

"None of your business!" I immediately retorted, causing her to place her thin hands on her hips and glare at me.

She wasn't too happy with my answer and I didn't blame her but why should she care?

"You looked pretty sad when I saw you from over there." She motioned towards the Taiyaki stand.

Great she had seen me for quite some time. I really wished she wasn't so nosy but this really wasn't fucking working. I itched to get off the bench and run away. Just bolt to an escape route so I didn't have to look at those eyes. Those green eyes.

"I'm tired." I explained, knowing she wasn't going to take it.

"I know damn well that isn't all of what's going on with you." She informed me, taking a seat far away from me on the park bench. I could tell she was afraid of me at the same time of trying to act like she wasn't.

While she stared at me, she hid her fear from most people but I could tell that I made her uncomfortable.

"Why do you care anyway?" I asked, feeling hungry, trying not to stare at her food. She made no effort to hide that she was eating it either.

"I..." She couldn't really answer that because she didn't know either.

There was a really awkward silence and tension between the two of us. Neither of us tried breaking it either. I wanted to send her away or something but I didn't feel as alone, even if it wasn't a hot chick with me.

"Are you going to tell me why you're out here all alone?" She demanded, getting impatient.

Like I was about to tell her...

"What about you? You're alone too!" I spat back and we stared at each other with darting eyes.

"That's none of your business." She copied me.

I said the same thing back to her and realized that we were getting nowhere and now I just wanted to be alone again. But then again...I was starting to wonder now about her.

Why was she buying dinner all alone?

Maka

Soul's frightening, red eyes stared back at me and I realized he didn't want to talk as much as I didn't.

"Listen..." I compromised. "If I tell you why I'm here, will you tell me why you are?"

Soul looked down for a moment and for a split second...a split second, I saw his face change expressions to weak. It was a vulnerable look that only lasted a few seconds. Two at the max. My personality reader in my head went crazy and I was suddenly very confused.

"Sure." He remarked.

Finally. Something I could write about. Well...I suppose I had to do my end of the deal first.

"When I got home today," I realized Soul's eyes were on me, making me uncomfortable. "My...dad wasn't there. And...he never came home today so I went to downtown to find something to eat."

Soul seemed slightly surprised. He must've assumed that I had a super easy life. Guess he was a little wrong.

"What about you?" I questioned, breaking the silence again.

"I..." He was very hesitant to tell me this. "got into a fight with my mom."

Another silence between us.

"I would say I could relate." I told him. "But my mom is gone."

"Sorry." Soul wasn't even looking at me.

"She's not dead." I correct, holding my knees up to my chest on the bench and setting the rest of my Taiyaki down. "She left."

I couldn't tell if Soul was interested or zoning out. It's not like I was going to continue anyway. I didn't even know why I told him any of that. It's not like I was in an open mood ready to share with him.

"I can't relate to you." Soul responded, not looking at me. "My father never fights. He just sides with my mom."

I frowned, wishing my mom was with me instead of my dad. He was such a jerk sometimes.

"Either way..." Soul continued. "Since when did this turn into a damn confession of our parents?"

He got up, hands in his pocket and began to walk in the opposite direction of me. Don't ask me why, but I felt my heart sink. Not because I was sad that he was leaving but because, in some way, he was a loner too, like me.

"Here!" I called.

Soul turned around, just in time, to catch the fish tail of my Taiyaki.

"I don't want this." He informed me, holding it up.

"Don't lie." I smirked, turning around and walking away. He wanted it. He'll thank me later.

Soul left, not eating the Taiyaki but clutching it in his hand. I bet that he ate it once he was out of sight.

Thankfully the bus home wasn't full of creepers and when I got home my father was found fast asleep on the couch in our apartment.

I shuffled into my room, closing the door behind me. Then, I did the first thing that came to my mind. I pulled out my journal from my book bag and started the next chapter of the book.

But there was something no one ever saw. Soul always tried to hide his true self in front of people. He didn't want to show others that he was just as lonely as some other people were, leading everyone to come to the wrong conclusions.

To keep what he really was hidden, he acted like a total dick. He was so stubborn that he refused to believe that he could accept help from other people. This led to him being more antisocial and missing out on what really matter in life.

Soul

She didn't talk to me all day and I was beginning to wonder if she was more afraid. But when I caught her staring at me, I realized she wasn't scared of me. If anything, she was less scared. The worst of it all was that she was looking at me sympathetically. I didn't want her pity.

There was no way ever, in fucking hell, that I was going to tell her I ate her Taiyaki leftovers last night, but I was so hungry and didn't have any money left to pay for food. Part of me was thankful that she was there but I knew that either way I'd have survived.

Now she was furiously writing in her book, probably about me. Whatever it was, it looked like a long chapter.

I looked at my few pages I had written and decided to write some more. Maybe I could finish this assignment early and have it easy the rest of the year.

Even though other people seemed to want Maka out of her life, she seemed to be used to it somehow. This was the reason she seemed immune to the constant bullying she received for being far too annoying in class.

She was always hiding herself from other people and her ugliness wasn't the reason others stayed away from her. The reason she was violent wasn't because she was ugly either. It was something she hid from others.

And whatever she was hiding, must've been the reason she tried too hard.

Maka seemed to notice I was writing too. She kept glancing over here.

Let's hope that she never would read my story otherwise a thousand text books would slam on top of my head, painfully I may add.

In chemistry, I found her staring blankly at her vile. God. She was such a fucking confusing person sometimes.

"Hey Soul!" Black Star cried. "Were we supposed to put this in here?"

He held up a container of an extremely flammable liquid.

"N-No..."

POW!

Maka and Ox turned around and I was ready for one of her book chops to the head but didn't get it. She just glared at me.

"It was him." I blankly said.

Black Star held up his hands.

"M-Maka! Don't kill me!" Black Star jumped up.

Tsubaki

I watched as Maka got up, ready to kill my partner.

A feeling inside of me, crept up. This was going to be a pretty...interesting year. Normally I never talked to boys but I was forced to be with Black Star for this assignment. Actually this is the most time I'd ever spent with a boy.

Boys had asked me before. But I knew it was because of my body. Black Star didn't seem to care and I felt comfortable talking to them because in his self absorbancy he only wanted someone who would listen to him rant.

He didn't care what was on the outside...though I'm sure he probably found me attractive because I'd spotted him with a Playboy magazine with Soul. Typical guys. You couldn't change that.

Maka on the other hand...was stuck with Soul. She seemed to think he was mostly terrible but I didn't think that way. She assumed he always thought of people from what they looked like on the outside. But I knew that wasn't really him.

From what I heard from her, ninth grade was the worst year of her life. And that was the same for Soul. I think they had more in common than they realized. The two just had to try harder to get to know each other more, even if they didn't want to.

This assignment was going to do more than make us a better writer.

Soul

I laid in bed that night at eleven. My phone rested on the nightstand, glowing. A text message.

Rolling over, I looked at it. It was from Black Star.

Black Star: What's the deal with Tsubaki

Me: What do you mean?

Black Star: She's so quiet. I don't know anything about her!

I stared at the phone, laughing. He was such a dumbass.

Me: That's because you never let her speak.

Black Star: She should butt in and yell at me if she has something to say.

Me: Dude...she tries you just won't let her.

Black Star took five minutes to respond to that.

Black Star: Oh...well it's not like I'm any better than you towards Maka.

I shifted uncomfortably in my bed, trying to decipher his words.

Me: What's that supposed to mean?

Black Star: You treat her like crap and won't tell her anything. I kinda feel bad for the chick.

I stared at that text message the whole night, never falling into a slumber. I never would've thought I would lose sleep over Maka Albarn.

Author's Note: 'tkillme! Yeah. I thought I'd update this morning...'cause...I have a free day. And I read your reviews. And liked them. So I wrote...more XD Yeah so there's so much to Soul and Maka that they don't know about and it's...a bit confusing lol. Mmhmm. Hope you like this chapter very much and revieeew 'cause I love reviews *heart*