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
A week after my incident at the mall, in which I was lectured many times by many people including my father( something amazing, considering he put aside fucking a girl for once), I was preparing for the Christmas party. Tsubaki insisted that we all hang out to get ready. However, Tsubaki and I both refused it to be at our houses so we found ourselves arriving at Kid's mansion early.
His house was amazing. It reminded me of Soul's house except this one had more of a skull theme than lolita. It was creepy but very cool at the same time. I thought it would be a little more suited for a Halloween party instead. I was more concerned with Kid's dad than is house though. I knew he was the principal of the school but I had never actually seen him before. Apparently, he was elusive.
"Come on..." Liz guided us up numerous flights of stairs that were questionably onyx marble. I wasn't exactly sure but they were pretty cool too. Actually Kid's whole house reminded me of him. Very chill except there was the extremely meticulous symmetry which also reflected Kid. Even I could see this and I didn't know him very well. However, I was a very good personality reader anyway. Which is why when I first met Soul I hated him so much.
But I had a grip on him now. A twisted and sarcastic personality along with a tough exterior that protected the caring side of him. He couldn't hide it from everyone.
"Hey guys!" Liz's sister Patty bounded out of their bedroom, greeting us with pleasure.
Liz gave Patty a salute as we headed for the bathroom. While walking, Tsubaki and I slipped out our dresses from the garment bags, entering the black tiled bathroom with mirrors everywhere you looked. It was a little intimidating. I felt bad for any person extremely self conscious about their body. One might think that was me, with my eating disorder last year, but that was unrelated to how I thought about my appearance and was connected to something more serious that the average person could comprehend.
"Maka..." Tsubaki kindly started. "You must let me take over your hair and makeup."
I should've been a little insulted that she told me this but I frankly didn't care. I did want to appear pretty. I didn't want to stand out but I already knew that wasn't going to happen while Tsubaki and Liz were here but I did want to appear better than my average look that I sported every day at school. Spice it up.
We changed into our dresses and one of the girls lent me a strapless sports bra, not that I really needed it that much, but it felt better even with my flat lands. And here I was using Soul's nicknames on myself. I really needed to stop hanging out with him before I started to grow pointy teeth and acquire silver hair.
And then Tsubaki pulled out a curler from one of the drawers of the bathroom. How did she even know that was there? It wasn't like this was her house or anything.
Liz handed her a spray from my hair to make sure the heat didn't damage it. I thought you had to straighten/curl hair every day for it to be like that. I didn't have a curling iron and home and didn't need to ever straighten my hair because it was naturally stick straight so I didn't think using a curler once would really affect it.
Patty watched in the background in awe while at the same time she drew pictures. Out of the corner of my eye, I clearly saw that she was watching us and drawing at the same time. Did she not know where she was drawing? For some reason it wouldn't surprise me if she didn't.
While I was busy trying not to laugh at Patty's awful drawing of a blue and pink elephant, Tsubaki curled my hair into wonderful loops that cascaded down to my back, folding within each other. For the first time, my hair actually looked decent. Along with the spray they put on it, it appeared more golden and shiny like those hair commercials that left people throwing things at the television screaming "LIES!" at the dramatization of the good looking hair, which was even announced in tiny print at the bottom of the screen 'Dramatization'.
When Tsubaki was nearly finished, Liz pulled out a makeup kit of hers.
"Here, hun. Turn." She commanded.
I turned towards Liz, feeling like she was my big sister. She applied silver eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara to make my lashes look luscious and full of volume. It was more of an optical illusion than reality but who really cared as long as it looked great.
The two girls finished and stepped back to admire their work. Truly amazing.
Tsubaki
I wasn't going to lie, I was truly proud of my work on Maka's hair. I knew I'd never get mine to look that good but I ended up placing it in a side ponytail and curling that. The different pieces ended up curling together into one large twist. I didn't expect it and was happy that it didn't look half as bad as I thought it would turn out.
My makeup was done the same as normal, lots of blueish silver eyeshadow however this time I extended my eyeliner to form a cat eye look, Liz's suggestion. It turned out that I liked it much better than my hair and it was the highlight of how I looked. The dress was okay but I hated my body. I wished I was skinny with less boobs. I didn't like to appear like a stereotypical slut, something that I was definitely not. I was more of a peacemaker than anything and didn't take kindly to undeserved titles.
Liz, I thought, looked absolutely gorgeous. She constantly complained about her hideous appearance, as did all girls, but she really cleaned up well. In fact, out of the three of us she definitely looked the most grown up. With her hair in a very loose side braid, she looked the most natural, even with thick makeup. She clashed casual with diva and it worked out so well for her that I was a little jealous, but I reminded myself that only a look like that fit with her.
We found our way downstairs in order to see the first guests. It seemed that Black Star had arrived first. I had heard his shouting.
"YAHOO! FIRST! I BEAT EVERYONE! LIKE A GOD!" He called. "No where's my girl? I wasn't allowed to pick her up!"
He bounded around searching for me and for a moment I just sat on the balcony, watching him in the foyer make a fool out of himself, laughing silently to myself, wondering how I had gotten such a unique and crazy but caring boyfriend.
I took dainty steps down the stairs waiting for the wave-
"TSUBAKIII!" Black Star, like a tornado, swarmed to greet me at the bottom of the steps.
I looked at his disheveled suit that he had clearly gone through hard work to acquire. The tie was very loose, as was the jacket, pants and shoes, which were oversized. I could've cared less though because this appearance suited him best and any other would've been too weird and not as cute.
But I had to thank him though. I wouldn't have been able to be wearing this dress if it weren't for him calling my brother. Now my brother just ignored me, but at least all the bruises healed so I could finally wear something that was short sleeved.
Black Star put his arm around my shoulder and immediately, of course, guided me to the food where he encouraged pigging out.
Maka
Soul was second to arrive after Black Star. But unlike Black Star, his suit was neat and he found it necessary to adjust his tie every five seconds as if it would add to his coolness. I didn't think that was necessary though. I hated to admit it, but he looked pretty good. And by pretty good I mean really good. His black and grey pinstriped suit added to his mysteriousness and the blood red dress shirt underneath matched his eyes, pools of shades of crimson.
"Looks like someone finally figured out that hair wasn't allows worn in freaking pigtails." Soul addressed me and I didn't even realize, feeling immediately embarrassed, wondering if I had been awkwardly staring at him excessively.
"Uhh...Tsubaki's idea." I mumbled. "Shut up Asshole."
"Right back at you Wormie." Soul remarked, holding up his hand into a hi-hive, returned by my hand and followed by a fist bump. "So how lamely early did you arrive?" Soul questioned.
I smacked him in the arm. Bastard.
"I got ready here. That's why I'm here early. Black Star is the one who really arrived early." I informed Soul.
He chuckled, a sadistic guffaw that was beginning to grow on me.
"He just wants to see his girlfriend, that lover boy." Soul theorized, setting a chain reaction of smiles from me to him.
"Alright, as much as I'd love to talk about how much I hate you," Lie. "Let's go get some food." I announced, feeling my stomach growl, realizing that I hadn't eaten anything in hopes of being able to fit perfectly into my dress. It's too bad that I didn't remember the fact that when I tried it on at the store it fit with a whole stomach full of food.
"Something we agree on." Soul commented.
"Miracle." I added.
He smirked, pointing ahead of him with his arms.
"Ladies go first." But then he stopped me with his arm. "That excludes you, Maka."
Another hit in the arm. Too bad I didn't have any books on me. That was more Maka chop worth than just a small slap. I'd get him later.
"Are you saying that you should go first then?" I implied. "Okay, lady."
He pushed my bare back, giving me shivers, urging me toward the buffet table. An increased amount of food was there since we first started our conversation because many more people had arrived, including Ox Ford and the twins. And Kilik. Plus many more classmates. Even Stein was here and it was rumored Marie0-sensei was planning on coming.
"Weak." Soul told me, observing my plate.
"Since when was this an eating contest?" I wondered, an eyebrow raised, adding extra chicken onto my plate now trying to make it fuller. Well now it was a competition because Soul had declared it secretly just by saying that. The two of us...always competing...
"It's always a competition." Soul remarked reading my mind and he stuff half of a potato in his mouth. He mumbled something else but all I heard were the muffled sounds of mushing potato.
Rolling my eyes, I stuffed four pieces of broccoli into my mouth. But before I even got to chew I was thrown into a fit of wild coughs that had nothing to do with the food in my mouth. I knew this for a fact but Soul didn't and he took amusement out of watching my suffer but even when the broccoli was all gone I was still hacking like an old man with bronchitis.
"Swallowed it wrong?" Soul joked, but a little confused at my dramatization.
I held on to my throat. It was scratchy.
"I hadn't even started to chew yet." I complained. "Weird."
Soul shrugged.
"Just afraid to admit your loss." He answered.
I smeared some jam from my bread on his nose, distaste towards his insensitive attitude.
"Tch. Fucking Worm." He glared at me.
"Tch. Insensitive Asshole." I returned.
And then we returned to eating. The double chocolate cake was exceptionally good and I found that the flavors perfectly blended together in a melt of delicious sugary taste. It soothed not only my dire taste buds and sweet tooth by my itchy throat that was still suffering from my cough attack.
For the next hour Soul and I talked and we mingled with others. We even tried to badly dance with Black Star and Tsubaki, failing miserably. Tsubaki, I think, was just naturally good at body rolls. The only thing Soul could do was snap with the beat. Not much skill there. Then again, I shouldn't have been the one talking, considering that I had a lack of skill for anything involving dance and music.
Soul
I had planned on looking for the bathroom but along the way I found a beautiful, black grand piano stowed away from the rest of the world that seemed to reside in the house. The keys seemed to have never been touched before but when I tested out one of the A notes it was perfectly in tune and there was no dust residing on my fingertips after touching the pearly white key.
Taking in the scent of the piano, I sat on the bench. No one else believed me when I said that the piano had a scent, but it did. Only a composer would know. I'd written so many songs for the piano that I couldn't even keep track of them. Most of them didn't even have titles they were just dark, twisted melodies that had found their way into my brain, either through depression or just random expression of what was deep inside of me, built up over ages.
Even after playing a few notes, a smirk rose to my face. Oh how I missed playing to piano. It was dark now too and there seemed to be no one else around, the perfect place to play.
But as I started to play the first few soft notes of a song, footsteps halted my playing, causing me to turn with a perplexed look.
Who the fuck was interrupting my playing?
"Soul!" And it was Maka and I no longer felt angry, but decided not to show it.
"What are you, a goddamn stalker?" I questioned.
She wrinkled her nose, already too use to my insults. I kind of felt bad about that but also relieved that I didn't have to show a soft side to let her know I really didn't hate her.
"I just heard the piano playing and thought it was you..." Maka trailed off, taking a seat next to me, causing me to flinch. "Don't know why." She finally continued. "It isn't unlikely that there aren't other piano players. And it's not like I'd ever heard you play."
She looked at me with those innocent, so fucking innocent, green orbs that were pools of water to drown in and I knew what she wanted and I was going to give it to her.
"Well would you like to?" I inquired, flashing a pointy smile.
"W-Would you really?" She stammered clapping with excitement.
I rolled my eyes at her overreaction to my statement. It's not like it's the greatest thing in the world, is it?
"Just this once, got that?" I made clear I didn't want to play in front of her again. Which I was unsure about. Maybe, maybe not. It was all about the time and place.
"Yeah..." She mumbled, disappointed.
I tried to decided what to play for her. I considered a dark, twisted piece which was what I normally played for people, like a forewarning when I met them that said 'this is the kind of person I am' but Maka knew who I was. And I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable at the party for once, because if I was only playing for her once why not make it a nice performance?
"I've got a good song." I finally concluded after a half a minute of thought.
"Ohhh does it have lyrics?" Maka inquired.
"I'm a fucking piano player," I reminded her. "Not a singer."
She folded her arms.
"But there are lyrics." I added, feeling the need to lie was not necessary.
"Will you sing them?" She asked, looking at me again with those green eyes.
I rolled my eyes once more.
"Did you not hear what I just told you?" I demanded.
She blankly stared at me as if asking 'did you really just ask me that?'.
"Ugh, fine." I complied. "I will sing the chorus for you." I was becoming a slave to a woman now. Great. So uncool.
Maka situated herself so she was closer to me as if that would help her hear the music more. I didn't think it would but I wasn't minding the closeness as much as I'd like to say that I was.
I played a couple of practice notes to remind my self of the tricky key, all flats but F. B flat, E flat, A flat, D flat, G flat, C flat...
The song was called Haru Haru. It was originally in Korean by a Korean band but has been translated into Japanese by the band when they promoted in Japan. I happened to be also performing in one of the big concert events at the same time as they were (back when my mom had control over me) and I happened to like that song a lot.
A/N: http: / /www . youtube . com /watch?v =uDwhr2X8u5E Remove spaces to listen to song. Remember he's only singing chorus. This is Korean version, message me if you want Japanese.
And then I played. The extremely sad beginning notes flowing beautifully. It'd been a while since I'd played the song and I could tell Maka was intently listening. Knowing her well, I had acquired the knowledge that she didn't understand music very well and I could tell she was trying really hard.
Now the chorus. I had a rough voices, not meant for singing but because I was a composer and piano player, I could sing in tune without sounding like a total dumbass.
"Dore dake no kigasuki
Konnanimo kimi wo omoi
Mou kokoro kowarete shimae
Ni dottoaenai no nara
Maka seemed to melt with the lyrics as they were sung gruffly.
Kimi no kage ga fumisuru
Tsuki akari gaki neite
Kimi yo shiawase ni nare
Haru haru
Ano sora e, eh, eh, eh"
I felt her shake a little next to me.
"Oh Girl, I cry cry
You're my all
Say Goodbye"
Maka was totally engaged in the moment and I knew that there were some things she did understand about music.
It felt so good to be playing to piano again, especially a song that I liked a lot.
After the second chorus I realized that her shaking was because she was cold.
"Oh Girl, I cry cry
You're my all
Say Goodbye
Those were tears.
Oh Girl, I cry cry
You're my all
Say Goodbye"
Maka's shaking and the wonderful finish of the sad song were both factors that played into my next decision. But there was really no logic in what I decided to do.
I wanted her to stop crying. So I kissed her.
Author's Note: YOU CAN'T CALL ME EVIL! Because I did like 3 chapters in 4 days, 2 long. Okay. I'm kind of addicted to this story right now. Obviously because I'm doing this instead of AP homework on a school night at midnight. When I'm taking the final exam at the end of the year I'm going to get a question about the different types of diffusion and instead of talking about the three types of expansion diffusion and relocation diffusion I'm gonna say something like Soul's piano playing soooo. Review ...question mark? LISTEN TO THE SONG BTW. It's amazing. Oh and look up the non acoustic version cuz that's the best too.