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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Liz
"Kid...is this some sort of joke?" I groaned, holding Patty's hand as he guided us into his mansion that was most likely larger than the school.
"No Liz, I am perfectly serious." Kid informed me as he opened the large black door leading us across tiled floor in a great foyer.
"It's almost creepy. I'm perfectly fine in my apartment." I told him, stopping in my tracks.
The black haired kid turned to me in all seriousness.
"When my friend has terrible living conditions, I do my best to help." He said.
My stomach fluttered but the feeling was brought down when I realized what he had said. Terrible living conditions. Tch. What did he know?
"For all I know, you could be trying to rape me." I answered, still following him and tugging Patty along before she destroyed something.
"Such ideas aren't even in my vocabulary. Disgusting behavior it-" Kid halted, his fingers by his side twitching. "The fuck?" he growled.
I stopped behind him, glancing around at the black couches and silver skull statues that littered the foyer. It was dimly lit and the fact that the outdoors were completely dark didn't help light the room. So I couldn't really tell what the hell Kid was having a fit over.
"The...goddamn painting...is OFF by2.5 CENTIMETERS!" He bellowed.
I mentally slapped myself. I should've known it was the painting that was unnoticeabley tilted to the side. There was no way. I couldn't live in the same house as one of my classmates. The awkwardness. Especially Kid. Except I didn't believe my previous theory of rape. I didn't even think Kid had ever kissed anyone before. But people at school, if they found out? Definitely a scandal...right?
"I'm gonna die..." I mumbled.
Maka
That was a close one. I had never seen Wes before, but I had a slight feeling that I knew what he was referring to. Ninth grade. I couldn't let this get to me. I had to be strong but it didn't stop the tears rolling down my cheeks as I walked down the street to the market.
Realizing I was hungry, I stopped for Ramen, remembering I hadn't actually eaten any of the pancakes that I had made.
"Hey.." I greeted, taking a seat on the stool, wiping tears from my cheeks, waiting for someone to attend to me.
"What'll it be?" That man behind the counter asked.
The sun beat down heavily and it was already October. Strange weather.
"Pork bone Ramen, please." I ordered.
The gruff man smiled and disappeared behind the counter, leaving me alone with my own thoughts that I was even frightened of.
Scarring events flashed through my mind, scarring like Soul's cuts. I clutched my stomach, urging myself to stop in order to keep my appetite good but the thoughts wouldn't stop pouring, my bad memories flooding through my mind. Before I knew it, I was hunched over, shivering.
And I wanted to talk to Soul. He seemed like the only person to understand. But I pushed those thoughts away and tried to wait patiently for my Ramen but I couldn't allow my head to look up again and curled in the ball I stayed.
The amazing aroma of Ramen awakened my appetite and pulled me momentarily out of the dark pit of despair.
"Here ya go, little lady."
I pulled my wooden chopsticks apart and began to slurp the noodles, lonely. I felt lonely.
Though the warmth of the food was soothing and my stomach was return to its normal healthy state, I knew that I wasn't going to be sleeping tonight.
Liz
After the longest tour possible, which could've been shorter if Kid hadn't been fixing every slightly unsymmetrical thing in sight, I collapsed on one of the black, leather couches.
Patty plunked onto my lap, though there were many other spots to have comfortably sit. Of course she chose me.
"So Liz, Patty, there are approximately 26 master bedrooms to choose from and 16 smaller ones if you wish. However as you know now only 10 of those bedrooms have bathrooms and 5 have a bathroom with a jacuzzi. Would you like the take your pick?" Kid addressed my sister and I.
I tossed my head back.
"I never agreed to stay here, Kid. What about your dad?" I questioned.
"My dad's hardly home." Kid explained. "Besides he's the principal of the school, always willing to assist students in need."
I hated the way he worded that. With a passion.
"Kid I don't know..it's weird." I remarked.
"But big!" Patty added, spreading her arms, bouncing a few times, suffocating my legs. Sometimes I had to wonder how old she was...
"And there will be plenty of food. You don't have to worry about burdening me there." Kid offered, taking a seat and crossing his legs almost in a girly fashion.
That perked my ears. Food was always a concern when it came to my sister and I. I always wanted to feed her the best but had to balance it with what I could afford. Maybe staying with this spoiled, rich kid could have its advantages?
"Well...maybe a little while." I suggested. But just for the food.
"Splendid. Now I don't have to worry." Kid sprang up even though he had just sat down.
I started to really wonder if he would worry.
The logical part of my brain, which wasn't very big, was still arguing with the side that had agreed to stay here. A boy...staying with a BOY! Do you VALUE your virginity? A voice in my head screamed. I countered it with the theory that Kid was gay but a part of me begged to think that wasn't true...for some reason.
Tsubaki
You could see everything from the Ferris wheel. Black Star had his hand resting on my shoulder as he peered over the edge curiously. I couldn't believe he'd never been on one before and our day had just turned out to be one huge date. It started out as the coffee shop and now we were just going all over Death City.
I thought it'd be awkward but I was so relaxed when I was with him. It was like his presence was calming me down, which didn't really make sense because he wasn't a calm person.
"Yo Tsubaki." Black Star waved a hand in front of my face.
"Hmm?" I mumbled, hoping he wasn't going to address the issue about my brother.
"I'm hungry." He said.
"B-But you just ate!" My jaw dropped at his amazing ability to remain hungry no matter what food obstacles you threw in front of him.
"Yeah...is there some sort of way to climb down from this thing?" He scouted around the Ferris wheel as if plotting an escape route to food.
My eye twitched.
"No...Black Star! You're not climbing down." I argued with him.
He smirked looking back at me, the seat opposite of me.
"You just want me to stay right?" He suggest.
"Or maybe you'll die if you try to climb down." I informed him, taking note that we were at the highest point at the moment of the wheel.
"Or maybe you like me too much." Black Star's face was pulled into an arrogant smirk.
I frowned, trying to understand his tricky wording as he folded his muscular arms.
He leaned forward slightly so we were inches apart.
"Oh yeah?" I challenged, feeling adventurous. "Maybe it's the other way around."
"Hmmm." Black Star pondered over this. "Maybe it is."
"Wha-"
Before I knew it, he closed the space between us and his lips were against mine. My eyes were wide at first, taken by surprise but then I soon closed them and rested my hands on his shoulders so I wouldn't fall over from excitement. My English partner. Kissing me. And it was amazing.
Suddenly the Ferris wheel rocked and we both leaped back to our initial positions, realizing we were causing the compartment to rock. I couldn't help but release a giggle. This arrogant bastard wasn't too bad of a kisser, though I couldn't imagine him having a girlfriend ever before.
Maka
Papa was out of the house with his girls. I knew just by listening a block away. No squealing. So it was safe to go back.
I shuffled along to my house, my steps feeling heavy. I didn't know why I was so reluctant to go inside. Maybe it was because I had a pile of homework to attend to.
After entering my apartment, I stuffed the key into my pocket and sat down near my backpack that was on the floor, carelessly thrown the other day. I squatted down and took a seat, pulling out my pen and journal. It was time to write about the brother Wes. And it was time to fix Soul's character a little. I think I had misjudged him slightly.
He was going through an unseen pain...
I worked deep into the night because I had nothing better to do. What else was I to do anyway? My pre-calculus math homework remained untouched as did my chemistry assignment that was due before anything else but for some reason I didn't want to stop writing. I had gotten into a groove.
Getting up, stretching, I walked to the refrigerator and took out some orange juice, pouring myself an unnecessarily large glass then returning the carton to the fridge.
I took a sip of the cool substance, making an effort not to spill as I continued to write the story. There wasn't much of a plot to this either. But the more I wrote, the more addicted I got. It was something that you would read when really bored. Maybe if you just wanted a down to earth book. I couldn't really describe it.
Then I changed into my striped pajamas, combed my hair out and returned to my book. I knew I wasn't going to sleep so why not write all night? While writing, I hummed a tuneless song. It wasn't anything really. I knew nothing about music but still found ways to pretend I did. There was no rhythm either. But somehow the humming seemed fit.
Liz
I thought Kid had a big ass house. But he really had a big ass pantry. And he never should've told Patty to eat whatever she wanted.
She started to cook four packs of noodles simultaneously on the stove. I didn't care much but at least she chose four so Kid wouldn't cry over the uneven number. Then again, four written out in number form wasn't symmetrical. I imagined Kid telling her to double the number just so it was the symmetrical 8.
I sat at the kitchen table of one of the many kitchens consuming a really good pear. It was actually better than I thought too. Super fresh.
Patty almost over cooked the noodles, had I not urged her to turn the heat down only slightly. I probably saved the whole mansion from being burning down into an unsymmetrical pile of rubber.
Kid appeared in the kitchen in black sweats and a white tee. Hm. So it seemed that he wore things other than black suits and uniforms. It kinda looked good on him. Made him appear more casual. Or manly. Or hot. I stopped myself before continuing the crazy thoughts.
It's Kid...Kid...OCD Kid...I reminded myself.
"That smells slightly good." He told Patty, patting her on the head awkwardly.
I knew he was trying to release the tension but I still found it extremely weird staying here. I didn't think it was going to last a week. But at least I didn't have any parents to object against the decision I made. I was like the parent to Patty. I was all she had so being responsible and making the right choices was always hard for me but I was used to being the last resort for Patty.
It was even more awkward going to bed. I found a pile of unused toothbrushes in the bathroom and many pairs of pajamas of multiple sizes. I considered sleeping in a different room than Patty but we'd always slept in the same bed and she was attached to me.
Kid had said good night a while ago but hadn't said anything since. I wasn't about to go down ten flights of stairs to say good night again.
My sister's head was on my shoulder as we laid in bed. I stared at the ceiling blankly, wondering how I had gotten into this stupid mess. It was all so crazy right now so I urged myself to think of the good things. I had eaten a good meal. I had a decent place to sleep. My sister and I both.
Breathe in breathe out. It will be okay.
Soul
3:30 in the morning. I was still awake. No sleep at all. It's the worst fucking feeling being tired but not being able to sleep. Was it because of the nightmares? No. I just couldn't fall asleep. Or perhaps it was because I had gotten such a good sleep before. Maybe I just wasn't tired enough.
No that wasn't it.
But that was all because of Maka. Thinking of her, I wondered whether she was awake or asleep. We'd both confessed to each other that we'd had sleeping problems. Or maybe she was just trying to relate to me. I actually couldn't tell with her. She was the only person I couldn't read. Sometimes I liked it, the sense of mystery. But other times it pissed me off when I couldn't decipher her complex thoughts that were always so confusing.
She was different though.
Then I was suddenly triggered to write. Maybe if I started to write about her I'd be able to fall asleep.
I also wondered if she was thinking about me now...at 3:30 in the morning.
Author's Note: YAYYY! I updated! Lol. I'm gonna die studying for AP. After four hours I was just like screw this. Fanfiction time *heart* Hope you guys still stick with me! BLACK STAR AND TSUBAKI pwngpowanmgopwanmgpowGOPWM I LOVE THEM TOO MUCH! haha yeah. Sooo review pleeeease because I like to read reviews. Dance competition tomorrow. Ughhh. I'll read them right before my dance teacher tries to kill mehhh.