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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Fiction
SunshinGirl09
Maka
The raindrops dripped down my window sill and I watched them slide down. My bed was feeling more warm and more comforting than it had a minute ago and suddenly I didn't want to ever get up. Funny the way rain could play mind games like that.
I missed Soul. I had the urge to call him but my phone was far away. On the nightstand.
"God, I'm lazy." I muttered, rolling over but then stopping. Probably should let him rest. I hadn't seen him though in a few days. Too many to go by without my best friend. I also left a bunch of books at his house that I needed to grab. There were definitely needed in order to finish my homework.
It was already the end of May and we needed to wrap up our stories. I still needed to know a little bit more. Soul never exactly told me his piano story the night of the Christmas party. We got so immersed in my story and then he left and well, we never exactly talked about him. I was determined to get it out of the the asshole if it was the last thing I did.
I still didn't know about his mom much. I'd met her a few times, being at his house more than once. However, I was under the impression that she wasn't fond of me. The only words we ever exchanged were words of greetings and, once, our names. Other than that we never spoke. In fact, I could only recall three times seeing her and engaging in something that could hardly even be considered a conversation.
Then again, I got the feeling that I didn't really want to know her.
And then there was Soul's brother. Every time I saw him, I got the chills. He reminded me so much of Kyou yet he had parts of Soul in his face that I couldn't help but feel the chills. My two boyfriends put into one person.
Of course Kyou and I don't speak.
I sat even more still, continuing to watch the rain.
There were still many things that I didn't know. I didn't know what the gang was doing now (nor did I care). I didn't know that whole truth about Soul's family (as he didn't know mine either). I didn't know about Soul's piano (though I heard him play). I, above all, didn't know why I loved Soul.
What was there to like about him? He was my boyfriend and he still insulted me constantly. Shouldn't there be a limit? I thought boyfriends were supposed to be complimentary. Then again, when we were alone, he could be absolutely sweet. Still, his possessive and protective side shouldn't be doubted when around others. Soul made it clear that I was his around other guys.
And shouldn't I hate that? Shouldn't I hate the fact that he doesn't let me have close contact with other guys? Oh yeah. I forgot that I hate all boys. Soul was the only boy I really let in. That was probably why I loved him.
Wait no. That was proof of me loving him. Ugh. So cheesy. I can't seem to find a reason. I hate illogical things. Yet I don't hate him. Anymore.
"Ugh...headache..." I moaned, rolling out of bed, unable to take this thinking anymore.
Suddenly a loud clap of thunder sent shivers up my spine and was standing upright, walking into the kitchen, the tiredness zapped right out of me.
I should've noticed the smell earlier. Food.
Papa made food.
That's it.
Something was up.
"Papa..." I suspiciously poked my head over the island counter, glaring at the redheaded man.
"Yesss, Maka?" He answered, flipping an egg sunny side up and turning towards me.
I narrowed my eyes, untrustingly.
"Where's the girl?" I interrogated. "Are you getting married? Did you win the lottery?"
My dad just raised his eyebrows.
"No, dear..." He mumbled.
No fucking way. Liar. Something happened. I can see it in his happy little eyes. My father doesn't normally behave like a normal adult. Now he's making breakfast. Something was definitely up. This shit didn't happen on a daily basis.
"What's wrong?" He questioned, tossing the egg on a plate, narrowly avoiding burning himself. He then proceeded to add some toast to the plate. After that, my papa put the plate in front of me, following that by placing jam next to the plate.
"Nothing..." I replied, lying. Then I opened the refrigerator and found that my dad also bought orange juice. Normally I'm the one who has to buy it. I was seriously tempted to interrogate him right now but I honestly didn't think my brain was working properly yet. Thursday mornings just don't work that way. Ugh. School.
I poured some orange juice and bitterly ate the breakfast that my papa prepared. The only breakfast he'd ever prepare for me from what I recall. It wasn't bad. Too bad the egg yoke spilled everywhere though.
Roughly, I thanked him and cleared my plate as fast as I could so I could go back to my room and get ready for school. Something was going on but I didn't really have time to worry. Maybe during the summer when I had more free time.
In my room, I packed my school bag, hesitating as I held my journal, with pages of my heart all over them. Yes it was a story about Soul. But it was basically about how much I felt about him. Then I stuffed it in.
Looking over I spotted his baseball cap. I considered wearing it, but kept it on my bed and decided to change.
When I was done getting ready, I sneaked out the door, trying to avoid my father, who managed to say good bye anyway. He was acting too weird for me to be around him. I couldn't deal with him being responsible, as weird as that sounded.
The bus ride to school was rather boring. Everyone around me had headphones on and I wanted to listen to music but it was one of the things that I would probably never understand, another reason I wished Soul would tell me about the piano.
However, I did get soaked on the way off and on the bus which was highly annoying. The storm wasn't letting up.
I found Tsubaki and Black Star right away when I walked in the familiar building. Then we were joined by Kid and Liz, who were getting suspiciously close.
"Where's Soul?" Black Star asked. "My buddy isn't here..." he mumbled.
I shrugged.
"I actually don't know." I looked down at my phone, remembering that I was going to contact him this morning. He wasn't at school yesterday and I hadn't seen him all weekend so I was beginning to worry. He did send me a text on Sunday. But it wasn't related to anything. It was just about some extra assignment that we were given in Chemistry.
Something was definitely wrong because Soul doesn't worry about homework. It was almost like he was texting me to just make sure I was there. That I was okay. But that was ridiculous because what could possibly happen? We were normally always connected anyway.
I missed him by my locker already. I wanted him to knock my books out of my hand like last week but then pick them up again. I knew he just wanted to carry them for me but he had his own way to make an excuse for wanting to.
"Maka doesn't know where Soul is?" Tsubaki wondered, giggling.
I rolled my eyes. There were actually many times that I didn't know his location. He liked to wander a lot. His family bothered him. I knew that much from the first time that we had a private talk and I offered him Taiyaki. Still...I never knew exactly what happened or what happens.
First hour was horrible. I was actually starting to wonder where Soul was. He never skipped more than one day of school. The workload was always too much to keep up with. He just never did that. He would've told me if he was sick right?
"Oy, you okay?" Liz happened to be sitting next to me at the time. We had all clustered together for free work time.
"Mmhmm." I nodded. No. I'm not okay. I'm starting to worry. The more that I thought about it, the more strange the idea seemed. Where was Soul? It was time to text him because I couldn't stand it any longer.
Me: Hey! Where are you? I don't want to carry all of your textbooks for you and no not because I'm weak.
There was no reply from the white haired boy and I sat at my desk, tapping my foot, my phone under the wood. Normally, I never texted in class because I had a high respect for teachers. However, we weren't learning and this situation seemed more important than a ditzy girl texting about that cute skirt she saw at the mall the other day with her bestie.
Tsubaki was looking over my shoulder.
"Hey..." She said.
And I knew that she was understanding me right now. She hadn't seen the message but she knew I was worrying about Soul. I should've been worried this morning when I realized that he hadn't contacted me.
"Hi," I answered, looking up at her and then twisting around so I could see her.
Black Star was no longer by her side. He was buzzing around the room like a maniac.
"What's up?" She wondered, staring at my phone and then motioning towards it.
I sighed. I guess I could tell a little truth.
"Well, he was gone yesterday and he still hasn't answered my texts. I'm worried now." I explained.
Tsubaki nodded.
"Yeah. Everything is confusing when you have a boyfriend." She informed me. "You always feel like, at first, when he doesn't reply or hasn't talked to you in a while that you did something wrong but it's not necessarily like that. Sometimes it's not even close."
I nodded, trying to let her words soothe me.
"Besides, maybe he's just sick and he's so lame that he's too lazy to charge his phone." Tsubaki chimed, trying to make this more humorous.
"But there's no one to take care of him." I whispered quietly in my seat.
"What?" Tsubaki and Liz were now both looking at me, both had missed what I said.
I chuckled, rubbing my neck.
"Ahh, nothing." I remarked. "Just laughing." Fake.
At lunch a miracle happened. I got a text back from Soul.
Soul: I'm fine. Don't worry about me.
Me: What do you mean? What about homework? Why were you gone?
Soul: Seriously, Maka. I said I was fine. Okay?
Me: Well...if you say so.
Soul: Sorry. It's a long story. I just have a cold. It's not a problem at all.
Maka: Okay.
There were no more texts from Soul after that.
I shook my head. He had said he was okay. I trusted him.
"Look at those two." Tsubaki broke me from my trance.
I looked to where her finger was pointing. It was at Kid and Liz. Their bodies were inclined towards each other and they were engaging in an intense conversation.
"Love..." I said, trying to laugh. Laughing just wasn't my thing today.
Tsubaki nodded in agreement.
"Definitely."
After school, I dreadfully looked out that doors. The storm wasn't letting up my clothes had just finished properly drying. I waved goodbye to my friends and stalked towards the door unhappily, wishing I had something to distract me.
I should've been more calm but something felt so wrong. Something was off. But what was it?
Trying to shake it off, I stuffed my phone in my bag so it wouldn't get soaked and then I walked out into the pouring rain, my hair getting resoaked along with my newly dried clothes that were now sticking to my skin. The rain smelling bus wasn't any more welcoming.
Uneasily, I took a seat. There was still a feeling I couldn't shake. Something was wrong.
My thoughts were engulfing my in an unfriendly way. The strange people that sat around me weren't helping. What was I supposed to do? Honestly. I couldn't shake the feeling of something bad. It had to be related to Soul. It was just so weird for him to actually be snappy with me and not to be trying to do it to piss me off. I knew these things about him. I knew him so well that I could understand his tone through text messages.
It reminded of how horrible he was at the beginning of the year.
That was terrible.
Something wasn't right with my best friend.
I got off the bus, into the downpour, and started to walk home but then I suddenly stopped and jogged over to a small shop for shelter so I could look at my phone. I needed to meet up with Soul.
Me: Hey, can I meet you somewhere?
It took about five minutes or so for a response.
Soul: Yeah, I guess. I need to talk to you anyway.
Me: Meet halfway?
Soul: Sure.
I didn't even like the way he was texting me. He must've been sad. I would have to make sure to give him a hug the moment I saw him. Rain or no rain, I needed to find him.
Through the streets I ran, sprinted like mad. I craved his presence. His warm body. His toothy smirk that made me want to kiss him and punch all at the same time. His blood red eyes that used to scare me but were now comforting.
Rain blinded my eyes but I kept running. There was no hope of catching a bus now. Besides, I knew the route to Soul's too well.
The rain actually blinded me so much that I didn't realize the object in front of me and I collided with it. That object was Soul's body.
"Ow...fuck." He moaned.
We both stood up and looked at each other. We stood in the middle of an alley, both soaked like crazy. My hair clung to my neck and wasn't showing any sign of letting go while Soul's was deflated down.
"Sorry..." I mumbled back at him.
There was a silence between us but the pounding rain filled it and a chill ran up my spine. I was getting colder now and my clouds of breath were visible because of my ragged breathing from the running.
"Soul-"
"Maka." Soul cut me off and I immediately shut up.
He called me by my first name. My real name.
"Wh-what?" I asked.
He avoided eye contact with me.
"I'm breaking up with you."
I wasn't hearing this. My ears refused to accept the information and I didn't respond. I actually couldn't process what he just said.
"Huh?" I wondered.
"Are you deaf? I'm breaking up with you!" Soul shouted it and I felt my heart crush and shatter into a million pieces.
It hurt. It hurt. It actually hurt. My chest. Why was my chest hurting? It was a pain I'd never experienced before? My chest actually felt like a grenade had exploded inside of it. Such pain. Such unfamiliar pain engulfed my chest. Is it possibly for a heart to even hurt? Because mine did. Mine felt like it had just been shot.
"Wh-what? Why?" I demanded.
Four months. I'd gone out with him for four months and he was breaking up with me. The information wasn't settling in my brain nicely.
"Because..." Soul paused. "Because you're nothing but a nerdy, flat chested girl who has nothing better to do than try harder than everyone else!"
His words bit me. It was like a frost bite. It was like having numbing cold fingers and then getting them slammed by a door. Why did it hurt so much? I was used to insults...I was so used to them. From my drunk father. From my psycho ex boyfriend. From everyone else. But it hurt now. It hurt because the insults came from someone who mattered.
"S-S-Soul." I stammered. "Y-You're not any different than all the other men in this world. But I thought you were." I wanted to tell him how disgusted I was. How worthless he was.
"Well you're not even a woman."
Stab. Stab. Slice. Cut. My heart couldn't take much more. There was no tape to fix it this time.
"SOUL!" I shrieked so loud, I could've sworn my voice cut through the rain like a razor.
Next thing I knew, my back was up against the wall, tears streaming down my face, mixed with the rain, sobbing my heart out. It hurt so much. The pain was unbearable. It was like showing a trapped prisoner a light at the end of the tunnel for days and weeks and then finally covering it up with a boulder the day the confined person almost reached it.
I'd never felt such a horrible feeling even close to this since my mom left. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt.
Somebody take me away. Because I...can't...take...this pain.
Author's Note: No one shoot me. Please. Please? Just review. Without shooting me with an invisible gun...o.O I like to live :D