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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Maka

Soul and I sat by the park two blocks from school. I was lying upside down on the slide while he stood nearby. It was weird. It felt like we were a couple or something. I mentally slapped myself for thinking that.

At first we didn't talk. It was awkward. Then Soul just started to spill.

"I hate my own brother." He confessed.

I gave a cold laugh.

"I hate my father." I added.

We both looked at each other and his face looked distorted because he was right side up and I wasn't.

"Yeah well..." Soul grumbled. "My brother plays the violin and he's too fucking good at it if you ask me." He continued, tugging his sleeves down constantly.

I sighed. He obviously didn't like sharing this information.

"My dad's a player. He's too good at swooning women other than my mother if you ask me." I didn't know if my slight, desperate relating to him was making him feel better or just annoying him.

"My parent's expect me to be as good as my brother in everything." Soul said. "They think I should be this great composer. They think that I'm the same genius that Wes is."

Feeling the blood rush to my head, I sat up and slid down the slide, landing closer to Soul, assuming that Wes was his brother.

"Does Wes think this too?" I wondered.

Soul gave a cold laugh, similar to mine expect deeper and with more of a growl.

"He's only amused. I don't think he's worried. He'd be acting different if he actually thought I was his competition." Soul explained.

"Do you like the piano?" I questioned, feeling dumb because he obviously showed so much distaste towards playing, while I got up from the slide.

"More than anything."

I nearly fell into the pole that held the swings. What the hell?

"Seriously?" I exclaimed. "But you-"

"The reason I hate the piano is because whenever I play it, it feels like it's suddenly a competition with my brother and not out of my own enjoyment." Soul said deeply, gripping the pole that had nearly met my head.

I bit my lip.

"So is it all of your family besides Wes that's pressuring you?" I inquired, sitting on the swing.

Soul let go of the pole, probably realizing he was metaphorically killing it.

"It's mainly my mom." He remarked. "My father is a goddamn wimp. He just goes along with her. And my mom just likes to showcase my skills to everyone and their brother...etc."

I sighed. His situation was opposite of mine. His mother was nagging and stalked him. I was neglected by my family.

Then again, I thought about what happened to me last night. My father had brought a high school girl with lavender hair around midnight home and they were 'at it' all night. I couldn't sleep. So I yelled at him at 3 AM and he was so drunk he actually bitched at me. I know my father loves me but he's to blinded by my mother's betrayal to help me with anything anymore.

It was crazy.

"Yeah last night...my dad brought home a girl who actually goes to Shibuson. An upperclassmen." I informed Soul.

This seemed to slightly perk his interest. He raised a silver eyebrow in question.

"What did she look like?" Soul inquired.

I blinked.

"Purple hair." I told him, pushing off the ground and starting to swing, not making eye contact.

Soul seemed to be uneasy.

"Was her name...by any chance, Blair?" He asked.

"Oh Blair!"

"No, don't stop!"

I nearly smirked almost sadistically. At least my dad remembered the names of the girls he fucked.

"Yep."

Soul grabbed my swing, stopping me from moving. I looked into those red eyes that didn't seem to be as scary anymore.

"My mom brought a girl to my house the other day also." He said. "Named Blair."

I now realized he knew her too. Well I didn't know her. I just saw her stumble through the door of my house and up to the bedroom. Then I heard her all night. Trust me, if you gave me 5 different screams, I'd be able to tell which one was hers after hearing 7 hours of it.

Just then, I started to feel something wet drip down my forehead. Raindrop.

Slowly, rain sprinkled down on us, Soul looked up at the sky, cussing.

"Let's go into the coffee shop." He quickly suggested, showing distaste towards the water in a way that reminded me of a cat suffering in a downpour. The thought of Soul being a cat made me giggle to myself.

"What are you laughing about?" Soul demanded as I sprang up and started sprinting to the coffee house that was just down the street, clinging my book bag to my chest.

Unfortunately, the rain didn't spare our clothes any dry spots and I found my two pigtails clinging to my neck as I walked into the little shop, while the thick aroma of coffee filled my nostrils.

Loved the smell. Hated the substance.

"Ah...it's cold." Soul complained. I could tell he was about to swear but it took me a while to realize after that he had quickly glanced at the five year old child in the corner, playing chess by herself. Good job refraining himself.

"Okay, let's buy something." He said.

I shook my head.

"I don't have any money." I informed him, looking up at the prices.

"It's fine. My family's rich. Just be happy I'm doing a fu- freaking favor for you." Soul said, almost slipping up again.

I sighed.

"Well I don't like coffee." I said, scanning the menu. "But I do like hot chocolate with extra whipped cream."

Soul rolled his eyes.

"Fu- ...screw you." He saved himself once more.

I was about to sigh in sadness when I realized he was actually buying me the hot chocolate. When it was on the counter, Soul took the drinks and we sat down by the window, facing opposite each other.

This was my first time going out with a boy alone and I didn't seem to be as scared as I thought I would.

After taking my first sip of the hot chocolate, I reached down and pulled out my journal from my book bag that was resting from the floor. Then I took out my ball point pen and began to write.

Soul tried to peek over my shoulder, but I brushed him off, not allowing him to see.

Soul was the best basketball player known at his school. He was so good but everyone thought he hated it because of his nasty, unnecessary attitude towards it. Of course he was hiding a secret pain, that didn't have to do with disliking the sport itself. He held back the pain of pressure. If he had only told someone about it. If he had only said something. Then maybe people wouldn't have misunderstood him.

I wasn't about to make my character in my book play the piano. Not only because it'd be unoriginal and too alike something in real life but I felt like I owed Soul not to say anything about that because Marie-sensei was reading this. I don't know why but I felt we had some sort of secret code of silence between us. It was underground and subconscious but neither of us was about to tell anyone our secrets.

Soul sipped his coffee in silence and words weren't said between us. I wondered if he was thinking about what he was going to write about me. I wanted to actually go further into the topic about Blair but I stayed silent. Silence right now was the best.

Tsubaki

Shit. He was following me home.

"Black Star." I said out loud, walking down the street in the pouring rain. "I see you."

"No you don't!" A cry came from behind a tree.

The problem with him was he couldn't be sneaky. Maybe if he really wanted to but... his pride. He wanted people to know who exactly was stalking them. He wanted everyone to know who was able to pull of this stalking. But because of this he couldn't stalk people without being noticed.

I walked behind the tree and bonked him on the head. I'd been hanging out with him for about a month now, a few times a week, I knew him pretty well. Better than he thought I did.

"Ow Tsubaki! What are you doing here?" Black Star rambled. "Such a coincidence to see you here!"

My eye twitched. I on the other hand did not think that this was a coincidence. Either way, there was no way I was going to let him see my house or the others that resided in it.

"Come on let's go do something together than." I said, faking a smile. I really did not want to. I had a whole load of my brother's laundry to do before he got back.

Black Star rubbed the back of his neck, almost embarrassed.

"Well...I guess a god like me could chill with a commoner like you." He pondered.

"C-Commoner?" I wondered. He was really pushing it.

"Okay!" Black Star exclaimed. "Where do you wanna go?"

And that was how I ended up seeing a movie with Black Star.

Black Star

I dunno what was wrong with Tsubaki but the chick was crying all over me. It was just a love story. I mean, a tragic one but she was in all tears and I found myself, being the great god I am, patting her on the head.

"It's all good." I told her, fighting off the angry stares of disturbed people.

Some were telling me to get my 'girlfriend' to 'stop crying' well considering she wasn't my girlfriend then I didn't have to do it. Besides, I would be a mean guy to do that.

So I let her cry while the main character was getting tortured in front of his girl in the movie. He seemed to be a wimp. If that was happening to me in front of my girl, I'd be all like 'Hey it's okay! This is nothing! I'm letting this guy beat me up!' Nah. This dude in the movie sucks.

Even when we were out of the theater, Tsubaki was still crying. And that was when I noticed streaks of purple once again on her cheeks and I felt my suspicion rise once more. I knew well more than anyone what bruises look like and that they don't just disappear from your face.

Tsubaki looked at the tears on her hands and gasped.

"Oh my makeup is washing off!" She cried. "Wait a second, Black Star!"

I was tempted to followed her into the girl's bathroom but that was just plain wrong.

When she returned the streaks were gone and I was now convinced that she was trying to hide bruises with makeup. The real question now, was how gave her those bruises. Because they had some hell to pay.

Author's Note: I'm injured! SOBS! I hurt my hip and dance and have to recover it sucks. I'm kinda depressed. The guy I'm in love with, who used to love me, is in love with another girl and I'm hurt. T_T and my friend's older bro is stalking me! Wahhh. Sorry for my sob story lol. Anyway, hope you guys are still sticking with me. Never knew it'd be this hard to update because of high school. Anyway again...review...oh and I've starting to watch a new korean drama called 'dream high' and it's AMAZING. Yeah ...mmkayy bye!