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

Apologize. I had to apologize or I wouldn't be able to sleep that night. To be honest, I really didn't want to apologize but I thought about all the stupid rumors and bullying that had happened because I asked her that simple question.

But she was the one who overreacted anyway. She didn't have to slap me and run out of the room like hell was on her heals. All she had to do was tell me 'that was a very rude question' except when I started thinking that, I probably would've said a really smart ass comment if she had told me that.

"Who the hell is calling me?" Black Star's obnoxious voice bellowed from the other end.

"It's Soul," I remarked, annoyed. "Don't you have caller ID?" I demanded, looking out the window at the sunset.

"I don't look." He replied, bluntly.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"So what's up, bro?" Black Star wondered.

I wasn't sure how I'd ask him this. Yes, Black Star had been my friend for a long time. Sure he was my buddy but between the two of use, there was no understanding towards the feelings of females. So, I had no idea if he would get what I was going to ask him.

"Do you have Maka's number?" I inquired.

There was a silence, which for Black Star, was bad.

"Dude..." He responded. "First, why would you be calling her and second, WHY THE HELL DO YOU THINK I HAVE HER NUMBER?"

I ran my hands through my hair, catching a glimpse of red so I immediately pulled down my sleeve.

"Well you told me to apologize..." I said.

"No I didn't." Black Star answered.

Right. The was my fucking conscience. Holy shit, I was becoming a softie.

"Either way, you said I treated her badly, so I have to apologize don't I?" I said, holding the phone with my opposite hand now.

"Soul...I know it would feel like the right thing to do but," he paused. "DON'T YOU HAVE ANY PRIDE?"

I jumped at his sudden outburst.

"Yeah but-"

"You're a man aren't you? Make her apologize!" Black Star advised.

For some reason that didn't sound right.

"But wasn't I in the wrong?" I questioned, confused by Black Star's damn mind.

He went from being sympathetic towards Maka to ... on my side.

"BAHAHA! But you don't have to admit it." As Black Star rambled I started to get the idea he had now fucking clue what he was talking about at all. It was like his words were going in one ear and out the other.

And as he talked on and on about the pride of a man "must have honor and a PENIS" I thought about Maka. Dammit. I didn't want to. I wanted to think about something more relaxing but she was always on my mind lately and it was a pain thinking about her nerdy ass. I was starting to wonder whether she was actually anorexic or not.

I would feel really bad if she actually was. If she really was anorexic that would be highly hurtful...wouldn't it? But fuck, why was I thinking about this as if I cared for her. She was a bitch...right?

Even if she wasn't anorexic, it's insulting to be called it if you weren't. But I thought girls liked be skinny, because they thought guys like skinny chicks. I personally would like a little damn meat. No offense to the girls who are skin and bones but you can't exactly make out with nothing. Not that I thought Maka was skin and bones but...

"Okay, Black Star, thanks for the advice but-"

"You're welcome Soul buddy!" Black Star cried. "Call me anytime you need my godly advice!"

Godly ... right.

Click.

Okay, so how as I supposed to go about this?

"Hey mom." I said, walking into the kitchen.

"Are you going to play a piece for us, Soul-kun?" She asked sweetly.

"No."

Her expression turned dark, a look I was very much familiar.

My brother sat at the table eating a bowl of ice cream. He smirked and snorted, shaking his head.

I hated his ass so much that sometimes I considered beating it. Too bad he was stronger, for now.

"You know I would like it if you played more often." She informed me, sternly.

I raised an eyebrow.

"I think not." I replied.

Sometimes I wondered if we came from the same family. Even though I was considered a prodigy of the piano, I still felt like I didn't fit into the family of musicians. They were always too into it. They were always into playing the piece correctly and I was more of a person who liked to feel the music. Emotions were my philosophy. To me it sounded better but not to my parents.

"Do I get a bowl of ice cream?" I inquired, motioning towards my brother's bowl.

My mother smiled, as if ready to seize an opportunity.

"You will if you play!" She encouraged.

"I'll pass." I strutted out of the kitchen, earning another snicker from my brother, successfully ignored by the way.

I passed the piano as I walked back to the staircase and twitched, looking at the beautiful, white keys that were exposed. Their glow seeped into me and I was almost tempted to play. But not in front of the so called family of mine.

Maka

I was not going to talk to that bastard until he apologized or explained his reasoning for that matter. If he seems like he's sorry, I'll talk to him but if he continues to be a dumbass, I will ignore him.

Soul also had a very bad problem when it came to his opinions. He couldn't ever judge if they would be hurtful to others or cause them great trouble so he said them without thinking, never knowing of the consequences. He also stated them out loud in front of anyone, free to be criticized by multiple people.

He obviously never understood anyone's feelings, not be able to decipher what he should, or shouldn't ask.

I didn't care if he liked this section that I wrote because it was damn true and Soul Eater was going to have deal with it.

At school the next day, I tried to avoid him but he was staring at me all day. Finally during lunch, he pulled my elbow, making me cringe, and took me out into the hallway.

"Hey Maka..." He started, feeling awkward.

I raised an eyebrow and stood with my arms crossed.

"About yesterday..." He trailed off, watching Ami exit the cafeteria and waiting for her to get out of sight. "I didn't mean it to be offensive."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Is that an apology?" I questioned, tapping my foot.

"I guess...?"

It would have to do.

"Fine." I mumbled. "I don't care anymore."

Soul's eyebrow twitched upward.

"But...you're not?" He inquired.

I sniffled my nose, still annoyed by his questioning.

"It's none of your business." I remarked.

Soul suddenly grabbed my wrist and pushed me against the wall.

"If you wanna do this assignment right," he growled. "Then we have to work together."

I looked into his blood red eyes and should've been afraid but I wasn't. I was intimidated but more intrigued. Two weeks ago he didn't give two fucks about this assignment but the tables were turning weren't though.

"I'm not anymore." I hissed, turning on me heel and strutting away, trying not to look back at his stare that was burning through my back.

Liz

"HOLY SHIT IT DOESN'T MATTER!"

"Shhh!"

Okay, maybe we shouldn't have chosen to meet at a library. It was hard enough to convince my sister not to come but now I had to deal with the awkward quietness that would soon fall over Kid and me.

We were already arguing too.

"I'm telling you...you must either sit next to me or across to create a symmetrical balance!"

If I heard one more damn thing about symmetry, I was going to be on suicide watch.

"Your life isn't even that hard." I mumbled at his rich ass.

"What would you know?" Kid remarked coldly.

I was shaking my fist now and our voices were probably getting to loud for being in the library.

"My life is very difficult!"

We were both on our feet now, at each others necks.

"How would you like living in a life full of OCD and your powerful father's expectations!" Kid cried, slamming his fist.

"How would you like growing up on the streets?"

I said too much and I covered my mouth.

"L-Liz."

Tsubaki

I was so scared that I was shaking. My fingertips curled around the door handle. I knew he was waiting for me.

"H-Hello?" I stammered, peeking through the front door.

"You're late, you useless sister!" My brother hissed through gritted teeth. "And where's my food?"

I didn't tell him I didn't have enough money to buy anything. I wanted to say something like 'get a job so you can go to college' but I kept my mouth shut, knowing it would be best.

"Boring girl...can't even respect her older brother."

He started getting this way last year when our parents died. I've tried to keep a smile to hide it but sometimes things just slip and I can't keep up the happy-go-lucky personality.

But when he cracked his knuckles, I knew what was going to come to me. I shut my eyes and squeezed all the muscles in the body to try to lessen the impact.

Author's Note: Holy shit I'm evil! Okay sorry guys but I just started high school and it is scary. Not so much anymore because today was my second day but yesterday, my first day, a group of seniors came down the hallway screaming "Get outta the way freshmen!" and we were so freaked out lol. I kinda wanted to beat the shit outta them though. So of course I got a crapload of homework and business. Sorry I'm complaining to you guys but I've been so packed. I'm already in an AP class and I'm 14 T_T Anyway, sorry I left you with such an evil cliffhanger but I can't really write because I have AP homework to do *more sobs* so review because it'll make my day (night)!

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