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

My skin was wrinkly and moist. My eyes were burning. They stung because they were wide open and my head was tilted upwards, in direct opposition of the rain. I didn't know how long I sat there. A few hours maybe. I was immobile. I wasn't in much shock anymore. I just felt weak, like all the energy from running had been drained out of my body.

Why did this have to happen? What did I do to deserve this? The only person that I trusted and loved with my entire heart just left me. I felt like life was cruel. For the first time. The breakup with Kyou was nothing compared to this. The fight with him didn't faze me as much. Getting kidnapped didn't come close. The fact that I was almost raped also seemed like child's play.

This time my heart was actually broken.

When Kyou showed his more...ugly side, I had a gut feeling it was there. I knew deep down that there was something wrong with him. I knew that he must've been involved with something. But with Soul, I sensed nothing. I thought that he truly was a good guy.

So why did he have to do this to me? What the hell did I do? Was I a creep? Was I a weirdo? Did I belong? (A/N: radiohead *heart*)

I told him about my anorexia. I told him about the days where I could never finish my dinner. I told him about all the memories I kept locked inside of my mind where they fermented and became more permanently haunting. Until I told him that is. They were purified then but now they were becoming tainted again and I could feel them become more of a burden.

But they weren't as bad as what just happened.

At first I thought that maybe Soul was forced to break up with me. His parents didn't approve. Something like that. But he would've told me. He wouldn't have tried to make me feel bad about it. He would've been gentle.

Then again, now I wasn't sure if I knew him.

I needed a time machine. I needed to go back. I needed to warn myself not to fall for Soul. But I couldn't bring myself to consider the scenario. I loved Soul. Still did. There was no way I could change it.

Sitting there, I remembered my books that were necessary for the Chemistry assignment due Monday. And also for the Pre-Calc assignment. I needed them but how could I go to his house now.

With my trembling, soaked hands, I pulled out my phone, shielding it from the rain with my head and read the time.

It was almost nine. I'd been out for almost four hours. No wonder I was a freezing prune.

How could I just show up at his house right after he broke up with me? How could I do something like that? But I needed those books. Was it worth the embarrassment though? I didn't know if I could face him.

I rolled upwards off the wall and shakily stood, looking up at the sky as it boomed with thunder. The storm wasn't going anywhere.

Then I started to jog to the nearest bus stop. I waited about ten minutes for it to come, still thinking miserably about Soul. I climbed the steps and took my seat. As the engine became to roar though, I felt my heart pick up speed and I stood abruptly while the bus started to move forward.

"Wait!" I cried loudly. "Please, let me off!"

The bus driver, in the mirror, rolled his eyes and stopped the bus.

He looked at me as I stumbled up the aisle, completely soaked.

"You sure?" He asked, opening the doors.

I nodded, mumbling a thanks.

Then the bus began to drive off the moment I stepped onto the pavement. What had I done?

So I started to break into a run. I sprinted towards Soul's house but I hadn't planned on what I was going to say. "Gimme my books, you asshole." But then I started to remember we weren't close anymore. One conversation just switched up our relationship. One sentence brought everything to a stand still. How was I supposed to address him now? Evans? No, that'd probably result in the door getting slammed in my face.

I still ran though. I ran as fast as I could. His behavior was unexplained, uncalled for and unnecessary. I'm not going to let him make me fail my chemistry assignment. But I thought about it and imagined myself crying the moment I opened the book to try to do the assignment when I got home.

Why? Why couldn't this just go back to the start? I couldn't just meet up with Soul and tell him I was sorry. He was the one who needed to apologize. But I needed him. I needed his presence now. It wasn't like I relied on him. I could get by in life making my own money and running things my way. But I needed him to relieve the stress. I needed him to remind me that life was worth living.

This was never easy. It was hard. Dealing with people was hard.

By now I was used to the rain. I was used to the droplets of water that pounded against my face as I darted across the streets of Death City. I bribed myself to keep going by telling myself I could eat ice cream when I got home. Lots of it.

However, going to his house right now seemed like a journey that would never end. It was like I was running in circles. Constantly thinking about Soul, I was just getting more and more depressed. No one knew me like him. I just lost a friend. A best friend. Fuck.

Oh my god. What had I gotten myself into? Stupid boys.

I arrived at his beautiful house that I had come to admire over the months. I now knew almost every crevice of it. Not that it mattered anymore.

Oh mom. Where are you when I need you? Mom, what do I do?

Just knock on the door and ask. Just knock and ask.

I breathed in a shaky breath, approaching the steps as if they led to the gates of hell. Then I peered in the window at the dark house where no one seemed to stir. Why was it so quiet.

Finally, breathing once more, I rang the door bell.

I waited for a minute in suspense. Where were they? I started to wonder if they were all asleep but I knew Soul's sleeping habits better than anyone and he didn't sleep. Besides. He wouldn't let someone stay at the door. It'd piss him off if they decided to ring again.

Which is what I did.

He better answer the fucking door. I'd better be crying myself to sleep for a good reason tonight. I didn't even know if I was going to make it through the night. So getting the assignments would be the last things that I'd do.

There was still no answer. And the house was still dark. What was I supposed to do.

I turned looking in the driveway. There were no cars. They might've not been home.

Glancing around a few times, I moved towards a vase. Then I shoved my hand inside and retrieved the spare key to the house. Yeah. I know where it is. I wanted to go inside but what if Soul's family came home when I was inside? What if they were already inside?

I bit my lip. Was that schoolwork really worth it? Then again, when was I ever going to get my stuff back. For all that I knew, Soul might just burn it. However, I was still highly confused by his behavior. How could someone act so in love (with me) and then suddenly snatch it from under my feet. I couldn't wrap my brain around his uninvited actions.

Nonetheless, I still stared down the keyhole to the door with intensity.

I was gonna fucking go inside. And if Soul was there he was just going to have to deal with it, that bastard.

So I unlocked the door and walked inside.

The house was eerily dark and I peered up the long staircase, spotting Soul's dim room. It was open. I knew he wasn't there. His door was always closed when he occupied the room. I didn't think anyone was home actually. But they could've been coming home any moment so I had to be quick.

I tiptoed up the steps, creeping up them as if I'd never entered the house before.

Soul's room came closer to me and I felt my heart speed up. My palms were sweaty now and I knew it wasn't rainwater. I completely forgot the fact that I was dripping all over their floor. Not that I cared much.

His room smelled the same and it made my eyes water. I loved that smell so much.

My books were lying on the bed and I came over and picked them up with a quick swoop. In the process, I knocked something else off. I thudded against the floor and I bent down to get a peek at it. It was Soul's story. About me.

I wanted to read it. Curiosity ate at me and I forgot where I was. Then I opened it.

The first few chapters made me want to punch a wall. They pissed me off extremely but I remembered that Soul and I hated each other back when he wrote this so I stayed calm.

Maka didn't let others fuck with her. She didn't take shit from anyone.

I smiled to myself.

She had a heart the size of the Earth.

Water was brought to my eyes.

Maka may've not had the body of a goddess but she was addicting. No one could stay away from her. Some people found it people couldn't get pass what was on the surface, but those who climbed to the top of the tree, got the nice-ass apples. The ones that weren't rotten.

Tears dripped from my eyes and I started to laugh. Forgetting almost.

There was never a dull moment with her. One second she was being nice and the next she was being a genius smart-ass. She had it all down.

I just shook my head.

Despite her imperfection, I love her. I love her. I love her. I love her. I love her.

I bowled my eyes out. The pain was coming back and I crumpled onto the floor, clutching the book to my chest.

"Why, Soul? Why?" I cried out loud.

And then I looked at the date of that entry. It was today.

My tears stopped flowing and my clenched stomach had butterflies jump in excitement. Something just wasn't right here.

"What the hell..." I murmured, shivering because I was still wet.

That entry happened today and the handwriting was sloppier than usual, like it was in a rush. I studied it, thanking god that I was smarter than the average human. Then I looked around the room, narrowing my eyes.

That was when I noticed that clothes were throw astray everywhere. Drawers were ripped open and the overall cleanliness was much less than usual. Something was definitely up.

Was he in a hurry to leave somewhere?

I blinked as I walked out of his room and into his bathroom. The drawers were always thrown open and I checked them. There was no toothbrush. The toothpaste was also missing.

I narrowed my eyes. He was leaving for somewhere...fast.

But where? Did this have to do with his breaking up with me? He wasn't moving for good because everything else was still here. I would've heard something earlier. I know it. This was more of an emergency...?

I checked the other rooms in the house. Things were missing from them too except they weren't sloppy. The drawers weren't ajar and clothes weren't littering the floor. Which meant that Soul's family knew about this and he didn't.

I pulled out my cell phone, dialing Soul's number, not caring if he was wanting to see me or not. I needed to know what was going on. My fear for talking to him had gone because I figured his cruel breaking up with me had something behind it now. Guys don't just break up with you randomly out of the blue after having a great, unrocky relationship for months. Something normally triggers it.

But Soul and I were fine. So something else happened that didn't have to do with me.

Typically, Soul didn't answer the phone. I didn't really expect him to. So, I left him a message.

"Soul Evans!" I shouted into the phone louder than I had planned. "I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you but I want an explanation, okay? Where are you? You're gone and I need to talk to you. Something's obviously fucked up here and you better tell me if you ever want a chance at fixing my heart, which you just crushed. Got it? So call me you jackass if you plan on ever being with me again. I know something else is going on and I want an explanation so just pick up the goddamn phone!"

I took a breath as I hung up. My heart was rapidly beating and my hands shook.

I hadn't really planned on threatening him but I guess it could work.

This could've been one of the longest days of my life. And I'd hardly done anything.

Then there was a sudden slam on a table from downstairs. I jumped, letting out a squeak of terror. Someone was home!

I bounded down the steps, peering down. Sitting at the kitchen table in the dark, around the corner, was Soul's dad. A bottle of whiskey was in his hands and his head was down.

I furrowed my eyebrows. How had I missed him?

Judging by his state, I could sneak out now and he'd probably never know that I came. But then I was curious. He probably knew what happened to Soul. He probably knew about everything that was going on.

"M-Mr. Evans?" I called.

"Who's there?" He immediately demanded.

I started to wonder if he wasn't even close to drunk because his voice sounded even.

"It's me, Maka." I came into the light for him to see. Well, dim light.

He raised his head, revealing sad eyes and a stubble beard.

"Oh you poor girl..." He only mumbled, shaking his head.

I blinked. Did he know that Soul broke up with me.

"Mr. Evans?" I addressed him again, catching his stare. "Where is everyone?"

Soul's dad sighed, releasing his grip on the bottle of liquor. He then leaned back, folding his arms, as if thinking of how to chose his words even though his answer was only one simple location.

"My wife and my sons are at a music convention for the weekend" He told me.

I was confused. Music convention? Where? What did that have to do with anything?

"Where?" I questioned, confused.

"It's in Tokyo." He remarked.

Tokyo was a few hours from here by car. I didn't know any bus routes that went there. I had my license and my papa had a car but I never dared to touch. After I took my driver's test, I stopped using the car because it was always missing on my dad's midnight trips. I was so used to the bus system anyways.

Besides, now that my dad was home, he'd never let me go to Tokyo alone.

What was I thinking? I couldn't just show up in Tokyo...

"Wow..." I scoffed, taking a seat with Mr. Evans.

There was a silence between us.

"Soul was so fond of you, you know?" He reminded me.

I snorted.

"Then why did he break up with me?" I inquired.

Mr. Evans shrugged his shoulders.

"Not sure. He always has a reason for everything that he does though. I do know that right before he left to break up with you that he and Wes had a heated argument over something. I didn't really hear what it was about." Mr. Evans explained, looking at me.

I stared back.

"And Wes is with them in Tokyo?" I asked.

Soul's father nodded and the suspicion inside of my was building. I needed to know what was going on here.

"Thanks." I told him, abruptly standing up.

I began to walk away, thanking god that he didn't ask my why I was in the house in the first place.

"Hey, Maka?" Mr. Evans called.

I turned around.

"You're the best thing that has ever happened to that boy. Just remember that."

With my eyes watering, I nodded the best I could and walked quickly to the door, engulfing myself in the rain once more. This this time I was sprinting home with more ferocity than before. I had to do something about this if Soul wasn't planning on calling my back.

I really hoped that this didn't have anything to do with Kyou. I knew he liked his mind games. But I hadn't seen him in ages so it wouldn't make any sense for this to be connected to him.

The rain continued to pitter pat on the sidewalk.

After another half hour, my apartment complex came into cloudy view. I looked at it through narrowed eyes.

No, if this had to do with anyone that I knew in ninth grade, I'd have to personally rip them from limb to limb.

This was about me and Soul. No one else.

Author's Note: Anyone dying with curiosity right now? MUAHHHAHAH. Yes. I like to do this kind of stuff. So anyways, give me what you guys think is going down. I like to read everyone's theories, they're highly enjoyable! So review and tell me what you think is happening!