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 raised his hands and looked me in the eyes.

"O-Oi!" I faltered. "I never said I agreed!" I stumbled back at his sudden movement out of the stillness that had been between us.

"Well..." Soul sighed, looking up, contemplating over nothing. "It's not really an option for you." He smirked, grabbing my hands.

His touch sent a wave of shock through my body and I almost wanted to do anything just to let go so the run of electricity would stop flowing through my body but Soul was not so much that merciful. But his eyes did widen and then narrow again quickly before he gently placed one of my hands on his shoulder and then he rested that hand on my hip.

"Would you care to tell me why you have a sudden change of heart?" I wondered out loud, still pissed as hell at him.

Soul glanced around as if we were being watched while we slowly started to sway...very awkwardly.

"Blair..." He said cautiously, like he was waiting for a bomb to explode inside of me. But I kept my cool...for the most part. "I need to get rid of her."

"So you're using me." I answered, feeling my heart drop only slightly and my anger level rise far above that.

"In a way..."Soul remarked. "Yes. But this is also apologizing."

I didn't know what he was talking about. The Blair scene I had to see or his cuts? I didn't really press the topic because his reply was rather dark and had the hint that I had taken to be depressing.

There was a silence between us.

"Why did you do it?" I finally inquired, feeling my body shake.

"Do what?"

"Cut." I said, the word itself seemed to slice through my mouth as I spoke the insidious sound.

Soul's warm hands started to clench sending me the signal I had asked a very wrong question that should've been out of my place but after all that Soul had done to me, I felt that I had a right to ask.

"That is none of your business." He drawled, his pointy teeth sticking our obnoxiously.

I narrowed my eyes.

"Really? Because I think you should tell me." Soul and I were practically each others therapist.

"Yeah well-"

"Soul how could you?"

Slap!

Blair stormed away, leaving a red mark on Soul's cheek that didn't fail to amuse me in the slightest. She swayed her hips as she walked away, probably trying to make Soul as jealous as possible and snatched the closest guy to her and kissed him fiercely.

I rolled my eyes and found Soul doing the same.

But then he suddenly dropped his hands and pushed me away.

"Okay...I'm done with you." He crossed his arms.

Insulted, I glared at him.

"That's it?"

"Well did you want more?"

I twitched, noticeably flinching.

"Not in the least." I answered.

"Then if you don't mind then I'll-"

"SOUL MY BUDDY!" I could've heard Black Star a mile away so why did he half to be that loud when he was right next to us?

Soul and both jumped.

"Why aren't you getting it on with Maka eh?" Black Star slurred.

I was pretty sure the punch wasn't spiked. Black Star was just high off of sugar. He gulped down the cup of sticky orange substance when Tsubaki appeared behind him.

"B-Black Star!" She cried. "What are you saying?"

Soul and I sighed , walking closer to the two.

"He's had too much sugar." Tsubaki informed us, pointing at the pieces of candy in his hands and the bag of candy corn.

"NONSENSE!" He started to bounce off the walls literally. "YAHOO!"

"Aren't the teachers gonna like..." I mumbled. "Never mind. Where's Liz?"

Patty grabbed my shoulders from nowhere and pointed.

Liz

"I'm not going to dance in front of you!" I yelled at Kid, my face burning.

"But it shall help me write the story with more complexities and detailed descriptions." Kid whined, jumping up and down like a child. I would've said like a kid but...

I refused to agree to his request of dancing.

"Why don't you dance?" I demanded.

Kid crossed his arms.

"I shall not engage in such actions."

"THEN WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME?" We both glared at each other and I was about to punch him when something caught my attention.

"Patty! Patty! Patty!"

Over in the center of the dance floor was Patty break dancing.

"What is my little sister doing?" I cried, grabbing my hair in frustration.

I clambered after her.

"Hey sis!" She greeted me, doing a little twirl.

"Patty Thompson!" I scolded. "Why are you break dancing in front of my school! You're not even old enough to go here."

And as I said that, I realized I was in the middle with her and people were going to start booing me out.

"C'mon!" Patty pulled me around and soon enough I was dancing like I was mad. Kid better be watching because I was about to do this again.

Then people started to join in and I realized we were all dancing except for Soul and Kid who were chilling on the bench next to the punch, awkwardly. The swarm of hot bodies was making me sweat too much for my liking.

Tsubaki

I don't know when we started dancing together but Black Star and I faced each other, jamming out to the tune that blared through the speakers. The song Roly Poly echoed through the hallway.

"Roly Poly...Roly roly poly..."

Black Star attempted a really poor interpretation of the can can while I tried to disco like in the real Roly Poly dance. Neither of us were very good...

I looked over and saw Maka trying to dance battle with Ox Ford. Maybe she was high off of punch too because from what I knew Ox was her rival and she couldn't dance very well. But her flexibility was incredible.

She stalked over to me.

"This is the most fun I've had since-" Maka stopped abruptly, her sweaty face turning pale. "Never mind."

"Soul's looking pretty jealous over there." Liz informed Maka from behind.

We all cast our glares towards Soul, who had his head turned away from the dance floor.

"That douche bag." Liz growled. "He was watching."

Maka just shrugged, pretending that she didn't care.

"Roly poly...roly roly poly!"

There was a pretty famous dance to this song and it was so cool when everyone did the dance move.

"I like, like this...I like, like that. I like this like that...yeah!"

We all took turns dancing down a a pathway of people. And it was really fun. At my old school there were never dances like these!

"Roly poly...roly roly poly!"

Maka

I don't know when Soul left or how I had found the strength to chase after him and leave the totally awesome dance but I did. I tore through the mass of sweaty bodies and sneaked through the gymnasium doors, the cool air of the hallway hitting me like icicles.

I wondered where he would go. Home maybe?

For fifteen minutes I searched the school ready to give up. He must've gone home but then I heard a sound of agony coming from the boys bathroom. I wasn't sure it was Soul because it could've been any guy but they sounded like they were really hurt.

I slid into the bathroom and found Soul standing there with his fist pushed halfway through the mirror, shattered glass around it. Streams of blood dripped around his knuckles and onto the floor and also stained what was left of the mirror.

"S-Soul-"

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He bellowed, glaring at me with darting red eyes.

Unwillingly, tears streamed down my face as I watched Soul hurt himself, twisting his fist farther, the glass turning into his flesh.

"S-Stop!" I commanded, frozen in my place.

Soul hardly looked at me and grunted with effort, trying to deepen his wound.

By instinct I ran up to him and grabbed his arm and tried to get him to stop.

"You're so lucky you're a girl," He growled. "Or I'd hit you."

Still surprised by his sudden change in cool, facade I responded, "Well why don't you?"

Soul squeezed his eyes, the blood staining his yellow jacket. "'Cause it's not cool to hit girls." He mumbled.

Soul

Maka suddenly wrapped her hands around my bleeding and aching fist and slowly but gently picked out pieces of the mirror.

"Stop." I hissed. "This isn't your goddamn problem."

She refused to listen and I tried to roughly nudge her off of me but she refused to budge as she diligently tried to heal my arm.

"Just let go, Flatlands!" I scowled, trying to insult her off of me. It wasn't really working.

"Shut up." She quietly mumbled. "Or a teacher will hear you."

In about twenty minutes she had all the pieces out and strolled to the other side of the bathroom. I thought she was finally going to leave me but she was just grabbing a paper towel. The girl walked to the sink and wet the paper towel down and then pressed it to my hand.

"Dammit.." I squinted one eye in pain.

"It's your fault." She whispered. "Why would you do such a thing?"

I rolled my eyes, at first doubting she would understand, but then remember our lives weren't so different.

"It's just...my parents." I remarked. "I wasn't trying to hurt myself but...I guess it ended that way." I looked at the broken mirror that was stained in blood.

She looked at it too and began to wipe the blood off with her bare hands.

"Stop..." I reached out and pulled her wrist away from the red stained mirror. "Just leave it." I didn't want her cleaning up that mess that wasn't hers.

"I don't think." She murmured. "That you want to go back?"

I shook my head.

"Do you?" I asked.

"No."

I sighed, not believing what I was about to say.

"I'll walk you home." I offered.

She looked at me like I was crazy and I didn't blame her. This was probably the nicest thing I said to her ever.

"Don't get the wrong idea." I replied. "It's pay back." I held up my bandaged hand that she had attended to and she nodded.

"I don't know about Tsubaki..." She said, looking back at the gym as we walked away. But I was sure that they were all still dancing so I wasn't about to go back and check on Tsubaki just for Maka.

There was an awkward silence between us as we walked down the dark empty streets on Halloween. We had long passed the streams of trick or treaters because we were getting into Maka's neighborhood which wasn't so nicely littered with children.

"Take a left." Maka directed as we got closer to her apartment complex. "It's right-"

She stopped dead in her tracks.

"Papa's home." She whispered, her father

Her father had deep red hair and wore a black suit. He had a girl by his side and his left arm was resting on her boob and hers on his dick.

"Well who's this punk?" Her dad pointed to me.

"P-Papa...that's just Soul.." Maka looked angry and scared.

The woman came to us and looked down on Maka.

"What a puny daughter you have there." She commented.

I was surprised when Maka cringed back closer to me and her dad did nothing. The woman returned to the red head's side and whispered something in his hear that delighted him while she stuck her hand down his pants.

I didn't know what came over me but I took my hand and covered Maka's eyes, guiding her away from the scene, not wanted her to see anything more. What had come over me? Was I being protective of ugly, old Maka? Oh fuck myself.