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

Before even considering that fact that I was crazy, I thought about something else. I figured that would have probably been that flat-chested girl's first kiss. I mean, come one, who the fuck would wanna kiss her...besides me? But that definitely was not. She seemed to have experience. The fuck...

Then I realized how crazy I was. Or how crazily I was enjoying it.

Her lips tasted like faint strawberries and my fingers were curled into her tangled mess of hair which meant I was probably getting slapped later for messing it up. Oh well. Worth it.

"Well, you two look acquainted."

Suddenly we broke apart, Stein's voice stopping the moment.

"S-STEIN!" We both stammered.

"Technically, as a teacher, I'm supposed to stop this kind of stuff but...I'll say nothing." He informed us.

The fuck was that supposed to mean? I hoped my face wasn't burning as red as it felt.

Stein left.

And now it was awkward.

"Soul..."

"You were crying." I explained, avoiding eye contact. "I was just simply stopping you from looking pathetic."

I felt her shift next to me and I was filled with curiosity. It wasn't her first kiss but-

"BAKA!" She punched me in the shoulder. "Are you trying to ruin me?"

Finally, I looked at her in confusion and saw that she was crying. What was bothering her? I suddenly had an idea that she must've had a boyfriend before me and it must've had to do with whatever happened to her before this year. I didn't know exactly what it was that bothered her but I was planning on finding out. Maybe it had to do with her anorexia.

"Oi..." I said, ignoring the pain in my arm. She had a pretty damn good punch. "What happened...your anorexia?"

"What...?" She said looking up, her eyes glistening, watery.

"Tell me your story." I requested. "You're not getting any cuter just crying like this and keeping it locked it. Stupid Worm." I didn't think insulting her was the best way to get it out but perhaps it was lightening the mood because it was like regulation, homeostasis. She was used to our constant bickering. It was the constant of the equation, the control group of the experiment.

"Y-You...want to know about...9th grade?" She sniffled, looking at me those eyes. Those green eyes that I had to avoid.

"Yeah. I do. And I'll tell you about the piano." I negotiated. "I'll tell you what you want if you tell me what I want."

And I didn't want to know this for the story either. I just wanted it because I cared. But of course I wasn't telling her that. I didn't want to sound lame.

That's when I realized that we were so close to each other on the piano bench that her exposed legs were glued to mine and our fingertips closer. When did we become like this? When did we get past each others differences? It was long ago, we just hadn't realized.

"Well..." She said. "I trust you, I guess."

"You guess?" I questioned.

"I just don't like to talk about this." Maka bit her lip, looking up.

Maka

Soul kissing me, amazingly by the way, was one thing. But having him as about 9th grade was another. I actually did trust him. With my life. But talking about such a sensitive topic. I didn't know if I could do it. It had been bottled up for so long, kept from guidance counselors, my dad, my old friends. It was actually the reason my dad started his problems. My mom leaving and my problems at school had triggered it and everything was all my fault.

"Maka, you can tell me." Soul said. "I may seem like the biggest douche bag in the world-"

"Which you are," I cut in, wiping tears from my eyes.

"-But I always keep my promises. And listen well. Because breaking promises and starting rumors is so uncool." Soul continued.

"Soul I don't even care about that." I told him. "I already dealt with that. I'm used to it."

"Maka..." Soul looked at me, his blood red eyes boring into me. "What happened?"

Breathing in, I looked up, knowing I had to tell him now. After all, it was very uncool to lead someone on and then flake out last minute.

"It all started in the fall of 9th grade," I started, finding Soul staring intently at me. "I was exactly like I am now. A nerd. A nobody. I studied as hard as I could. However, one day after school I found a younger kid being harassed by some older boys. The elementary school was, as you know, by the junior high. Though I know you didn't go to the same school as me last year. Anyway," I continued. "I figured that I had to stand up for the poor kid whose hat was getting stolen and some stuff from his backpack. "

"What do you guys think you're doing to that poor kid?" I stood up defiantly in front of the little boy. "Give him his stuff back!"

The teen in front of me raised his eyebrows. He had distinctive auburn hair that stuck up in spikes. A smirk on his face was plastered there as if painted by a two year old.

"And who are you?" He asked me, curiously.

"Doesn't matter." I growled, crossing my arms. "I'm just telling you to stop bullying this boy." I motioned to the elementary student, peeking from behind me.

And the kid in front of me just chuckled. So did the boys with him as if I was missing out on some obvious joke.

I didn't think it was funny. They were ganging up on some poor little kid.

"If you don't give him his things back...I'm going to do something about it!" I informed him with authority.

And that was when they burst out laughing, no longer chuckling to themselves but all-out laughter.

"Girl, you got it all wrong." The boy in front of me clasped a hand on my shoulder. "That's my lil bro."

My eye twitched as I turned around to the little boy behind me. Now my face burned red. He...was his little brother?

"Uh...yeah." The tiny kid confirmed.

I was so embarrassed now. And as I was about to storm away, the auburn haired kid grabbed my wrist.

"Hey you didn't tell me your name," He said.

"Maka."

"I'm Kyou."

"And that was the beginning of the end." I told Soul. "After a while, we got really close. We noticed each other at school more and always saw each other after school. Soon we started to date. I thought I loved him and I thought he loved me. Which he might have." My gaze shifted downward. "But...he was way too possessive. And one day one of the other boys who liked me, Aoi, went missing. He was later found in the hospital with a fractured leg bone. I thought it was an accident at first but then evidence was gathering up. At the night of the dance it got...heated. Aoi's best friend was convinced that Kyou had injured Aoi and they were fighting about it. I was so stupid, trying to stop them, and got caught up in the middle. On accident, Aoi's friend smacked me in the face."

Soul was still listening intently.

"What the fuck did you just do to my girlfriend?" Kyou bellowed.

His dark side frightened me, something I didn't know until know.

We were outside the school, outside the dance by the restroom.

Kyou tackled Aoi's friend, Nao to the ground.

Tears streamed down my cheeks.

"OY!" I screeched. "Stop it!"

"Silence it bitch!" But it wasn't Kyou. It was one of his friends from out of nowhere.

I snapped my head around.

"Wanna say that again?" I demanded.

Someone's hand clamped over my mouth. I fought against a tight grip, panic rising in my chest. Who the hell had my arms pinned behind my back, my elbows awkwardly in pain?

I still argued though they couldn't hear me. It was so painful watching Nao get beaten to a bloody pull right in front of me. His eye wasn't even visible anymore, a chunk of his hair pulled out and the shoulder of his shirt was tattered, blood seeping through.

I broke free of the grip and leaped in front of Nao, my arms spread out, taking a punch to the face. It hurt more than expected and I knew I couldn't fight at all. But adrenaline was pumping through my veins and I was in so much shock in finding out my boyfriend could easily murder this kid.

"Get out of the fucking way, you whore!" My arms were being tugged at from both sides, excruciatingly.

I wasn't even close to a whore either.

"Would you stop it?" I shrieked, hoping that I broke their eardrums, hoping a teacher would hear us, but we were outside and they were in the gym with the blaring music, regulating kids.

Despite their efforts, I still managed to stand my ground in front of Nao, in front of my boyfriend who also had his pride.

"Maka." He hissed, venom dripping out his mouth practically. "Move."

"Make me." I growled.

"You don't want me to make you, babe." Kyou said.

I didn't know what I had seen in him. He was absolutely dreadful.

"Don't call me that." I retorted. "I'm breaking up with you."

"No you're not."

He grabbed my neck and I yelped out, not in pain but in surprise. Suddenly his touch that was once reassuring was reproachful. I wanted out.

So I slapped him. And he slapped me back.

But I refused to back down. I spat in his face, kicked him in the crotch and broke free, sprinting for the entrance to the school. But my release didn't last long and I was clothes-lined in the stomach. Then someone lifted me over their shoulders despite my protest.

"THIS IS KIDNAPPING!" I cried. "LET ME GO!"

I bit his shoulder. I couldn't really tell if it was my boyfriend either. Ex boyfriend. But I fought all the way to the car. Out of panic. Out of fright. And out of anger.

Wes didn't recognize me as the legendary Maka for nothing.

"Maka. Be nice." Kyou told me, sitting across from me in that dark vehicle after he placed duct tape across my lips.

It was pretty hard to respond with duct over my mouth and Nao on the ground under my feet in the car moaning, one of his teeth busted straight through his lip, disturbingly.

So I raised my middle finger.

Of course that generated a response, my arms being bound behind my back by whoever was sitting next to me, one of Kyou's suddenly evil friends. When did they get like this? How had I not seen it before? Honestly...there were some signs that Kyou was aggressive before but I never thought it'd lead to unmotivated kidnapping.

I scowled. Despite the constant fear rising in my throat like bile, I still had a fighting fire burning in my chest that wanted to break loose, break these binds. I at least wanted to yell out. Maybe I was a little less scared because I knew Kyou wouldn't kill me. Perhaps he didn't love me but he didn't hate me and I knew he wasn't that bad.

My feet itched in the heels they were in, bleeding, I couldn't see the red substance but I felt the hotness and wetness of it. I knew it was there and probably didn't have to feel it to know it either. Closing my eyes , I formulated a plan, thinking of the red oozing down my foot.

"Gonna say something, Love?" Kyou question.

I glared at him, my eyebrows knitted deeply together, showing my true hatred. It may be hard to believe how quickly we both went from love to hate but there was a fine line between the two right?

So I kicked him because there was tape over my mouth. Shame on him for asking me a question when he knew I couldn't even respond. That dick face.

We arrived somewhere. It was an unfamiliar place but relatively close to the school, almost ten minutes away. It was a tall building that had the feeling of being abandoned but didn't exactly look like the cliche hideout for and bad guys and or maybe that was just my brain catching up to my irrational thoughts. 'Hey maybe this is a little weird, your beloved boyfriend is kidnapping you'.

I was yanked out of the car.

Soul shifted uncomfortably next to me. I wasn't telling the story in perfect detail but out of what I could remember from the horrifying experience. A past I was trying to forget. The past is the past.

"I was kept in a locked room for probably three hours and I had no idea when I was going to be let out and it was confusing because it was too dark and too quiet to try to understand what was going on around me. I considered screaming as loud as I could for a while but it didn't help. Finally though, the door opened."

A sliver of light appeared and I was yanked out and pulled towards my boyfriend who was sitting at a a table, twirling a knife, immediately my insides churned.

"Maka," Kyou started, noticing my shaking fear. "I need you to forget everything that has happened here. You're telling no one about this."

I then realized that we were surrounded by a group of boys that were all wearing orange bandanas and black cut off shirts. Had they changed? And that was when I notice that they all had the same tattoo on their right arm, the same one as Kyou. He told me not to tell anyone and I thought I was the only one who knew. It was the shape of a sadistic pumpkin face. There was no silhouette of the pumpkin but it had that face...that creepy recognizable face.

That was when I saw that it was a gang.

I staggered back, frightened, wishing I hadn't read so many history books that dealt with gangs in America and Japan. This was probably like a Death City branch of the Yakuza.

"Yes...Maka." Kyou understood me well enough to know that I figured it out. "Now give me your word that you won't tell anyone."

I couldn't say anything. It was wrong and I knew I had to report it to the police. There was no way I was about to give my word to something like this.

"Maka..." Kyou continued. "Give me your word." He was hissing through his teeth.

I didn't even realize that Soul was holding my hand at the moment.

"You're disgusting." I growled. "I refuse."

That was what my body forced me to say though my mind furiously started to work against it, knowing I might end up getting hurt if I defied him further. I should've just pledged not to say anything. I should've just gone along.

Kyou raised his eyebrows, a motion I was familiar with, that used to bring me joy.

"Fine then Maka. Strip her." Kyou commanded.

I was confused at first. I thought that they meant a weapon search but I was wrong as they began to tug at my clothes.

"Get off me!" I screeched. "What do you plan on doing huh? FUCK! This is illegal! LET ME GO RIGHT NOW!" My shouts couldn't be heard though and my shirt was beginning to get pulled over my head. If that was taken off I'd only be left in my dressy skirt.

I wasn't about to go down without a fight but I was panicking at an exponential rate and was against a bunch of teenage boys, well through puberty and far stronger than me. So basically I was beyond rational thinking and completely out numbered and over powered.

Out of the ruckus and confusion, I wasn't able to see Kyou's expression at his girlfriend being stripped bare in front of him. He probably enjoyed it that sadistic bastard. But I was far too busy trying to focus and formulate an escape plan. Getting raped wasn't a part of the plan.

My mom told me that if I was ever in one of these situations, just bite off the guy's dick. I seriously considered it but also seriously considered how gross but sadistically worth it it could be. But I was far too frightened at the moment to be humored by such a scenario.

The rough boys managed to get me out of my shirt, leaving me in my skirt and bra.

"She's barely got a size." Someone complained.

"But look at those legs."

"Aww yeah the legs!"

And those legs kicked him square in the mouth but also earned me a slap which produced a scream from my lungs that could've cracked the windows of the tall building where we resided. The chain reaction of sudden actions caused confusion between some of the gang members and they paused for a minute, my scream sharpening the air.

"Oh shut up." One of them growled.

But before I could respond, I found my neck being pinched by two big hands.

"If you resist us, we'll just kill you now." The guy said.

And now I finally made eye contact with Kyou, giving him a final glare before I was about to give up all hope. And that was when something poked at my bare skin, into my side. It was cold, hard and metal. There seemed to be a hole too that pressed down.

Averting my glare from Kyou's gaze for a split second, I processed that it was a gun. And my genius brain began to work at an exponential rate, instead of my panic.

"If you don't resist, we'll let you out alive."

'And pregnant' I thought.

Closing my eyes, I prepared my quick nimble hands.

Then I snatched the gun and rolled over, pointing it upward, shooting it with a scream.

"BACK UP!" I held it up to them, shaking, in my skirt, broken heels and bra, standing in a wide position. The gun was pointed at Kyou and that was when I realized that my plan was perfect. No one else had a gun. Dumb fucks. They underestimated me. The guy holding me dropped his guard because he figured I had given up.

"How did she..."

Soul was looking at me in amazement. Our breathing had become one now too, both of us immersed in the story, me reliving it and him watching it through his imagination.

"That's what Wes meant." Soul interrupted. "But how did he..."

"I don't know." I cut in, curiosity peaking inside of me.

"But your anorexia." Soul added, confused.

"Oh yeah, that."

Author's Note: OHO. Some pretty hard core stuff. Part two in next chapter. Gotta stop writing for now. Gotta pack for our school field trip to Chicago ...gonna be bombing. And got some studying to do unfortunately. But that's nothing new. Soooo anywayyys. Reviewwww with loooove from meee. I hope you guys are enjoying the intense drama and starting to understand why I put this story in this genre and the rating I gave it. Sooo reviiiiieeew! :D