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Intolerable.
"Shit!" Maka said, dropping the paper that had just sliced into her index finger. Who knew opening the mail could be such a hazard. She stared at the little cut only for a moment before snatching the envelope back up from the kitchen counter. Her eyes scanned the gold leafed invitation a few times, smiling slightly to herself,
"What's that?" Maka jumped, she had felt Soul's soul pressure when he entered the house, but didn't notice him walk into the kitchen.
"You scared me!" She huffed. Soul raised an eyebrow: that never happened anymore. After living together for years Maka had become accustomed to Soul's every behavior, and vice versa.
"Sorry?" He offered. They held each other's gaze for a moment before Soul's eyes shifted down to the invitation in her hands, "So…?"
"Oh! Right! Tsubaki and Black Star's wedding invitation!" She chirped. Soul's eyebrows furrowed,
"Well that was fast," he murmured, sauntering over and carefully taking the invitation, "Didn't they just get engaged?"
"Five months ago," Maka wandered over to the sink and absently turned the tap on, seeing some dishes that could be tackled, "Not that long ago," Soul blinked at the back of her head from across the room,
"Seems pretty soon to me," He tossed the invitation onto the counter, "Why the rush?"
"Maybe they just want to be married: they've been dating for like two or three years," she shut off the tap and began scrubbing the pasta pot from the night before,
"Yeah, and they were all over each other all of high school too," Soul chuckled. Maka merely hummed in agreement, the topic wearing on her a little. Talking about weddings was getting tiresome. She had only had a few boyfriends her whole life, and Soul had scared all of them away, but she didn't understand why. She and Soul had never been an official item. Of course there were times when things seemed more then platonic: like when she would crawl sheepishly into his bed after a nightmare, or when he'd hold her in his arms for just a little while too long to just be friends. These instances seemed to be happening more frequently, but neither of them had any sort of verbal confrontation about feelings. She wished they had.
"Maybe," Soul had snuck up on her again, his mouth at her ear, "She's knocked up," Maka jumped and swatted him away as he chuckled loudly,
"She's NOT!" Maka hissed, splashing him a little, "They're just in love, idiot!" Soul snickered again, stuffing his hands into his pockets,
"Trust me, I know." Soul smirked as Maka made a 'tsk' noise,
"Besides, why aren't you in the wedding party again? Didn't Black Star ask you to be? I mean, you are best friends," She leaned against the counter thoughtfully as Soul scoffed.
"God's!" he impersonated the blue haired assassin, "Do not have best men! They are the best men around! Ha ha ha!" Soul rolled his eyes as Maka giggled,
"That impression's getting better," she laughed,
"Don't remind me," Soul made a face, "I've been spending too much time with the idiot,"
"Apparently," she hummed happily,
"So what about you, maid of honour huh? Pretty big responsibility," He joked has he pulled one of her pigtails affectionately,
"Oh," Maka smiled, "I've done absolutely nothing this far. Tsubaki's mother and father are handling everything. Her mother told her I'd just be in the way," She laughed a little,
"Well, better for you I guess," Soul shrugged wandering over to the counter and leaning against it.
Maka smiled before going back to scrubbing the dishes. He watched her for a moment, "You know," he finally said, "The invitation says we can both bring a plus one." Maka froze, her eyes wide as she stared intently at the water,
"Plus one, huh?" She said a little shakily, resuming slowly her previous chore. Soul's eyes narrowed, noting the obvious panic from this idea,
"Yeah," he said, rubbing the back of his neck trying to look casual, "So, who you gonna' bring?" Maka stopped briefly again before shrugging. She knew that the fact he was asking meant he already had a girl he wanted to ask in mind. Maka's stomach tied into a tight knot at the thought of watching Soul dance with some bubbly platinum blonde all night. She sighed heavily,
"I don't know, probably no one," she shrugged, but her eyebrows stayed furrowed.
"Huh," Soul stared at her as she worked for a while until she was finished the dishes and sighed heavily again,
"Soul, you can bring whoever you want, it's Fine," She hadn't meant to say it with so much venom, Soul snorted a laugh,
"Yeah, that's obviously how you feel," he chuckled when she spun around angrily,
"You can! I don't care!"
"Noted." He was being sarcastic again.
"Okay fine, I'll bring Kilik or Hiro," Soul's expression fell a little,
"Kilik's already going, you don't need to bring him," he mumbled. Maka rolled her eyes; exasperated,
"Okay, than Hiro."
"He's probably invited too,"
"Then who? Do you want me to bring Giriko or something?"
"You need to get out more," Soul smirked but Maka could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. She knew that Soul was more social then she was, she could usually just brush him off when he teased her about it, but with Soul being more and more sought after by the scads of girls running after him: it hurt Maka a little more. She sucked in a breath and trudged out of the kitchen briskly. Just before she left she stopped for a moment and turned towards him,
"They don't have to be my plus one, Soul, but I'll still go as someone's date. I wouldn't want to make you feel guilty about whoever you brought if I was alone: I know how 'uncool' you say it is to be the third wheel or whatever, especially as the maid of honour!" She hurried to her room and slammed the door, leaving Soul in the kitchen with his eyes wide and his jaw slightly dropped.
They didn't talk about it much after that, every time Soul brought it up, Maka would storm out of the room. He didn't mean to upset her, despite her belief, he wasn't at all amused by her anger. In fact he found it quite infuriating himself. Yes, it was true that he used to torture her with snide remarks about her chest or pigtails or fat ankles, and the rise he got out of her made it all the more fulfilling: but something had changed in him recently. Maybe it was just that he was growing up, maybe he better understood the importance of the Meister-Weapon bond they shared, maybe Black Star (the biggest idiot he know) getting married made him realize things about his life he'd otherwise not thought of: either way, those long legs and green eyes were really making him sweat. Somehow, his rough personality kept screwing things up, especially when it came to this upcoming wedding.
"I heard she already asked Hiro to take her," Black Star said loudly through his mouth full of burger, "Tsubaki won't stop talking about details, details, details, and Gods don't give a rat's ass about such things! Everyone should be coming to MY wedding!" He laughed loudly before taking another bite of his burger. Soul glared at him,
"She already asked him? Damn it, he should have at least asked her!" He growled, crumpling up the packaging from his already consumed burger, "That guys an asshole,"
"No, he's just a little bitch is all," Black Star finished his burger, grinning at Soul, "Just ask her to go with you!"
"I can't,"
"You need the great Black Stars help!" Black Star stood on the table in the middle of the restaurant and fist pumped the air, "With my help you'll get in Maka's pants in no time! I am the God of women, just check out how hot my fiancé is!" He shouted a YAHOOO! Before Soul grabbed him by the arm and pulled him down,
"Listen, there's a reason your initials are 'BS'" He gritted, "Don't go running around doing something stupid."
"It's not my problem you're a coward," Black Star shrugged before leaning back in his chair, placing his feet on the table. Soul just sighed, "Oh right, Tsubaki wanted me to tell you to take Jacqueline,"
"Keh, Jackie? No thanks." Soul grumbled,
"Come on, she's hot. Just ask her out; you're both weapons,"
"She's like part witch isn't she?" Soul glared at Black Star as he shrugged,
"Whatever! Don't make me tell Tsubaki I still haven't found a stupid date for Jackie. I made her a God's promise! Be a pal, Soul! Besides, Maka's going with Hiro anyway; do you want to be alone all night?" He eyed Soul, obviously trying to convince him. Soul sighed heavily before grumbling,
"Fine, whatever, I'll go with her,"
"Sweet!" Black Star fist pumped, "Hey, who knows," He waggled his eyebrows, "Maybe you'll get lucky," He guffawed as Soul tried to punch his lights out.
Soul had begrudgingly called Jackie later that day, and put on his best 'I'm interested' voice for her; it definitely wasn't cool to make a girl think he was settling for her: even if he was. To his surprise, she was overjoyed. Apparently the fact that Kim was going with Ox made Jackie feel a little lonely; she and her meister did everything together, down to the way they dressed but boys were (thankfully) a different story.
Tsubaki was stressed about the wedding; her mother was planning everything, and her father's bottomless wallet was providing the rest. It was obvious they wanted everything to be absolutely perfect for their daughter, whom was not only their pride but due to her brother's death: their only child. This only heightening the bond they previously shared. Maka's only duties were to be with Tsubaki and reassure her, something Maka did easily as they had been best friends since their first day at Shibusen. Liz and Patty were the other two bride's maids, but Black Star had no wedding party: something Tsubaki's mother was very angry about. Luckily, her father found Black Star's antics amusing as well as respectable. He commended the assassins' confidence, which quite frankly he could back up with his ability. Tsubaki's father and Black Star had gotten along from the very moment they met: two great assassins discussing all things weapon and meister. They had both been in heaven. Naturally the wedding came as great news to the entire Nakatsukasa family, even if it meant their pride and joy changing her last name to Suta.
The day of the wedding really was perfect. It was sunny and warm, Tsubaki's flowing wedding dress made her look like a Goddess as she walked up the floral isle towards her future husband. Maka beamed at her from under the canopy of linens as she stood beside the traditional Japanese Shinto, but couldn't help but let her smile falter when her gaze shifted to Soul, dressed in an attractive black suit, a skinny red tie loosely around his neck, Jackie clutched to his arm in the second row. She gritted her teeth and broke Souls gaze, focusing back on Tsubaki. That was when Soul for sure knew he had made a mistake.
The wedding really was a perfect combination of western tradition with Japanese (to keep Mr. Nakatsukasa happy of course). Although Tsubaki wore a white, western gown, Maka, Liz and Patty all wore pink and blue and Kimonos, with Camellia blossom bouquets (whom Tsubaki was named after). Black Star was surprising well behaved; something that only Tsubaki could get him to do. He beamed at her the whole time, and didn't make any rude outbursts at all. It made Maka happy knowing that Black Star actually let the entire day be able Tsubaki, and not himself. It really cemented their relationship in her eyes.
They said their vows, and as tradition requires, drank Saki. Liz cried when they kissed. Black Star held Tsubaki's face lovingly and grinned down at her as she blushed. Maka beamed at Patty and Liz,
"It is now my honour," the Pastor said, "To introduce to you: Mr. and Mrs. Suta!" Everyone erupted in applause, standing to their feet. Black Star let out his first characteristic,
"YAHOOOO" of the day. He grabbed Tsubaki's hand as they ran down the centre aisle, through the rice and petals being thrown into the air, leaving the audience to laugh at the couples strange and obvious affections. Patty bounced up and down as she clapped childishly and Liz blew a kiss to Kid who winked back at her from the second row through all the chaos. Maka smiled after Tsubaki but did her very best to not make eye contact with her snowy haired partner, whose crimson gaze was locked on her, studying her for everything she had.
She was beautiful. He couldn't help but notice. He knew he was supposed to be looking at Tsubaki, or even listening to Jackie as she whispered hushed, "awwws!" and made remarks about the general beauty of the day. Soul didn't care. He just grunted in approval and tried his best to ignore her hand on his arm, and then later on his thigh, when he actually moved and told her to cut it out. Jackie was too much. He hoped that when she got some time with Kim later she'd relax. He knew she was only acting like that because she wanted a guy; any guy, so she could do coupley stuff with Kim and Ox. Soul hadn't forgotten his own fortune and Kim's obvious obsession with it. He was sure this opinion spilled over into Jackie as well. Sure, Jackie was good looking, had it been four or five years ago he'd probably be overjoyed by her advances, even if he could just exploit them for one night. He was sure that was the angle she was playing at anyway. But things were different now, he thought as he watched Maka fidget uncomfortably under his gaze, things were different because now he had Maka. Even though he didn't. She tugged at the bottom of her hair, straight, pinned back from her face, but cascading down her neck attractively. It was killing Soul that she wasn't his tonight.
She walked down the aisle, following Liz and did her very best to ignore Soul, but she glanced at him briefly. The toothy grin she got from him made her blush and turn away quickly. Soul just chuckled. The wedding party piled into the second limo and headed off to the reception.
"Soul," Jackie said, clutching his arm again, "Let's get out of here," her eyes lidded suggestively. He puffed out a sigh,
"Yeah, to the reception," he said, trying not to smirk when her look darkened, believing to be misunderstood,
"You want to see Kim, right?" He said, sounding innocent.
"O-of course!" She chirped, the idea making her grin. Being with Kim would brighten the day considerably. His eyes narrowed as he saw Hiro stumble out from one of the pews, heading out the door. Soul hurried after him, Jackie on his heels: he wanted to get there before Hiro did.
Of course the reception was overdone. There were flowers everywhere, the tables seated about eight people each, and all had grand red, blue and purple centerpieces positioned beautifully in the middle. Around each was a glass moat of water, where little goldfish swam delicately through. The dance floor was just as grand, and a thin layer of artificial smoke was covering the floor nicely. Purple and red lights were glowing all around the room: hanging from the ceiling, the walls, everywhere.
It was perfect by everyone's standards.
The guests arrived in a timely manner and everyone watched with anticipation as the wedding party was introduced. Black Star finally started acting like the idiot everyone knew he was when he was introduced. Walking in and gesturing grandly, drawing attention and laughing like a crazy person. He did stop for a bit and let Tsubaki have her moment, but she just spent the whole time giggling at Black Star. Maka entered and rolled her eyes at them: at least someone found him amusing.
The bride's maid's kimonos had been replaced with deep purple cocktail dresses, short but elegant of course, as they all took their seats at the head table and dinner was served.
How unfortunate for Hiro, sitting across the table from Soul Eater Evans on such a night. Jackie was beside Kim and Ox, Kilik and Kid (Luckily for Soul) sat with them also. Hiro was an idiot. Soul couldn't understand why everyone liked him so much,
"So then I told them it wasn't even worth it; and they walked away!" Hiro finished his story and everyone at the table laughed: apart from Soul.
"Hiro," Soul said as condescendingly as he could muster, "Again we see the brilliance and pure magnitude of your absolute pussy—I mean peacefulness. Bravo." Hiro's eyes narrowed but Jackie laughed harshly,
"Soul," Kid said, his voice warning,
"What?" Soul sounded innocent,
"Just… watch it, okay?" Kid gave him a look,
"I was just commenting on how brave and—" Soul started
"Listen Eater" Hiro cut him off, "I know why you're so aggravated on this fine evening," He said smartly,
"Oh God," Soul chuckled darkly, "Please, enlighten me,"
"Well, I don't want to offend anyone; you know I'm not about that!" Hiro grinned when Kim and Jackie both sighed, almost lovingly. Ox noticed.
"Oh no, never! Offending someone?" Soul pretended to gasp, "Gosh Gee Hiro! How could I— it's just- I mean, you could just: go fuck yourself." Ox and Kilik sniggered as Kid shook his head,
"Annnd there it is. Good old Soul..." Kid murmured to himself.
"Well then, I guess it's okay then," Hiro leaned across the table, "I know you're upset because Maka chose me over you," he leaned back, his arms folded across his chest looking proud. Soul felt his blood begin to boil as he gripped the table. Jackie gasped,
"Is that true Soul?" She said, "Was I your second pick?" She sounded hurt which pissed Soul off even more,
"No, it's not true." He gritted, "Maka didn't choose anyone. She settled for Hiro."
"Well, that's certainly not how things appear is it?" Hiro grinning as Soul stood to his feet harshly, his chair scraping behind him noisily as he slammed his hands down on the table. Kid jumped to his feet quickly,
"You know what Hiro! You can just—" Soul stopped suddenly when he realized the whole room had gone quiet and was now staring at him. Kid was whispering hushed threats for him to sit down, telling him he was making a scene. Soul's eyes darted to the head table, where Maka was watching him, fury building in her eyes. He knew he was in for it. He slumped down into his chair and mumbled a, "Just kidding," to the room before downing his drink as well as Jackie's.
This was not going according to plan, and it was definitely not cool.
Now Maka was overjoyed she had Hiro for her date and not Soul. It took everything in her not to run over the table and Maka Chop him into next Sunday when he started yelling at Hiro across the table. She felt furious and frankly, a little curious as to what Hiro had said to get such a rise out of her laid back partner. She tried not to think about it as she enjoyed the rest of the dinner with Patty, Liz and Tsubaki. She tried desperately not to look over that table that Soul and Jackie were sitting at together, but she couldn't shake the tight, nauseous feeling she got in her stomach whenever her mind wandered over to them.
So. Soul liked Jackie all along. Maka was surprised, but not significantly. Jackie was pretty, and she was much less of a prude then Maka was. The thought filled her with rage, but it was true. Jackie knew how to deal with men; she knew how to be in relationships. Maka didn't.
Either way, looking at the table made her feel sick. She put on her best happy face, but the night was really wearing on her.
Dinner finished and the dance floor was opened up. Maka dreaded this part. The bride and groom would have the first dance, as tradition, and then dance with their parents. But then the wedding party was supposed to dance with their dates in front of everyone. Maka didn't want to dance with Hiro. She didn't want to dance at all, but she knew she owed to Tsubaki. Hiro came and stood beside her as she watched Tsubaki and Black Star twirl, Black Star was whispering something into Tsubaki's ear which made her grin and giggle.
"You look ravishing," Hiro said, taking Maka's hand in his. She couldn't help but blush; no one had ever said that about her before,
"T-thanks," she stammered, trying to take her hand back. He held on to it and brought it to his mouth, kissing it lightly. Maka turned beat red,
"I'm so happy you chose me to be your date Maka," he murmured, leaning in to whisper in her ear, "I couldn't have asked for a more amazing person to accompany me on this night," Maka didn't know how to react. Boys never said this kind of thing to her; she stood there, frozen, until she found herself smiling lightly,
"I'm glad I brought you too, Hiro!" She turned and said to him. Although it felt weird as he took her hand and led her to the dance floor, she at least wanted to try and have a good time at her best friend's wedding.
Soul tried not to care. He really did, but it was amazing his teeth didn't just shatter, the way he had them clenched. He watched Hiro kiss Maka's hand from across the room, but what was worse was he saw her smile and giggle. It was bad; it was really, really bad. His jealousy was turning straight into anger, as it often did, and he didn't know how to deal with it. The floor opened up and couples starting dancing to the slow music being played.
"Soul," Jackie purred, leaning into him, "dance with me," her eyelids fluttered a few times before Soul decided it was a good idea. If Maka was going to have a good time tonight, then so was he.
Jackie was a good dancer. She moved exactly how she was supposed to, let Soul lead and threw in her own flair in everything she did. He was impressed, he didn't know she could do stuff like that. Usually she spent her time following Kim around, bending over backwards to make her happy, but seeing her pursue something for herself was kind of weird to him. Even if it was him she was pursuing. Soul automatically caught Maka's eye from across the dance floor, they stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity, having the argument they were both feeling the effects of using nothing but gaze. Soul stopped dancing suddenly, and before Maka knew what was happening, their souls had resonated and she was standing in the black room.
"Don't," Soul warned, sitting down slowly on the crimson sofa. Maka's eyes narrowed, he knew she was about to break the resonance and go back to the party, but he wasn't ready for it.
"This is stupid." She said crossing her arms, her usual black dress brushing the ground lightly. Soul grunted, leaning back and crossing his arms as well,
"You're telling me." his eyes narrowed, "So. You like Hiro." It was more of an accusation then anything and Maka felt her eyes widen is surprise,
"W-what?" She sputtered, "That's not..." She paused for a moment before getting angry, "Why do you care anyway!"
"Why do I care?" he said roughly, standing to his feet, "Because he's an ass hole Maka!"
"Nicer then you," She muttered, averting her eyes from his crimson gaze.
"Oh, yeah, he's real nice." Soul took a calculated step towards her, "But that doesn't change that he's a little bitch,"
"Soul Evans!" Maka turned sharply, "Just because someone comes along who treats me nicely, and actually cares about me, and doesn't think I'm ugly or-or flat chested or whatever it is that's wrong with me, doesn't mean you can just—just," her anger was only paralleled by the tears welling up in her eyes. A detail Soul didn't miss as he felt guilt grip him tightly, "Just… ruin that for me!"
"Maka I—"
"Just go have fun with Jackie! She's obviously butter in your hands. Go have your fun Soul." Maka sobbed only once before she opened her eyes and was back on the dance floor.
Soul swore loudly in the Black Room as he was left alone. He slammed his hand into the fall board of the grand piano before opening his eyes back on the dance floor.
"Soul? Hello?" Jackie was waving her hand in front of his face, "Are you okay?"
Soul ignored her as he saw Maka turn from Hiro's grasp across the dance floor and run quickly out of the room. Hiro followed after her, calling. Jackie poked at him uncertainly,
"Are you even listening to me?" She said, clearly annoyed. Soul nodded absently at her,
"Yeah. Sorry Jackie," he muttered, "I'm just going to grab a drink, I'll be right back."
Jackie shrugged as a fast song came on. She ran over to Kim and danced with her group of friends happily. Soul wandered over the bar, subconsciously wanting to Maka-chop himself. How did all this happen? It wasn't the way he wanted it at all. Not only was Maka pissed off, she was with some other guy. Some guy who wasn't him. The thought made him feel sick. He slumped against the bar when Black Star walked over,
"Soul!" he yelled obnoxiously, "How's it going my man!" He grinned at him and Soul tried to be pleasant,
"Great. It's great Black Star." He said, trying to mean it. He didn't need his ruin his best friend's wedding or anything.
"Doesn't seem like you mean that!" He laughed loudly, "Where's Maka? She'll cheer you up!" He turned to look before Soul sighed,
"She's with Hiro. Her date, remember?"
"Oh yeah! I forgot you didn't man up enough to ask her," He laughed loudly again, "Well, go ask her to dance." He clapped Soul on the back encouragingly,
"She's pissed at me or something," Soul ordered a drink before turning back to his friend, "It's fine. Go have fun with your new wife, you old man." Soul grinned at him when Black Star made a face,
"Wife huh." Black Star was suddenly somber, concerning Soul, "I never thought I'd say that about anyone," he smiled as he said quietly, staring over at Tsubaki who was twirling slowly with her father, "It's weird."
"That's for sure," Soul laughed and Black Star became livelier right away,
"Well anyway Soul! My lady calls!" he wagged his eyebrows at Soul, "Now go put the moves on Maka! Keh keh keh!" He scampered off to dance with his bride as Soul grinned after him taking a swallow of his drink.
Maka slumped against the cold wall of the hallway, the bass from the music inside the main hall muffled, but still blaring. She sighed, sinking to sit on the ground as she wiped her eyes roughly. How stupid, crying. Totally illogical. She shook her head roughly, trying to forget about her snowy haired partners words. Why would he care anyway? She had no idea.
"Maka!" Maka's head shot up as Hiro rounded the corner, approaching her slowly, "What's wrong? What happened?" She tried to smile at him,
"Nothing! I just needed some air!" She lied. She was sure he wouldn't buy it, Soul never would have. Her eyes were still filled with tears.
"Oh," Hiro said, relief flooding his expression, "Oh good! I was worried you were upset, thank God you're not!" He said grinning at her. She was surprised her lie was undetected and she smiled at him a little,
"Yep," She said looking away. There was an awkward pause before Hiro shifted his weight,
"So… Do you want to go back in?" He chirped
"Um, No thanks, not yet at least," Maka said evenly. He sighed, obviously frustrated,
"Okay. When are you going to want to go back then… just because everyone's dancing and… yeah," he rubbed the back of his neck slowly,
"You can go back Hiro. I'm fine to be out here alone." She was a little annoyed with him,
"Okay great! Well then I'll see you later," He grinned before squatting down briefly, "Come dance with me when you're back!" And before Maka knew what he was doing, he dipped his head down and planted an awkward and unwarranted kiss right on her lips. He grinned at her before standing. She didn't know what to do, but sit there like an idiot staring at her knees.
"Well," Hiro said, walking back into the room, "Find me when you're done!" He smiled at her like nothing had happened before walking away.
Maka didn't like it. She hadn't wanted to kiss him, and she hadn't wanted him to do that. She couldn't help but wonder of it was that she just couldn't read men, or if he was actually just strange. She assumed it was because she lacked understanding when it came to relationships. She had no idea how to handle men and stuff like this, which was the main reason she never went on dates.
She brought her hand to her mouth absently, wishing that hadn't happened. She felt a hot tear spill down her cheek lightly.
She sat there for a little while, staring up at the ceiling, wishing desperately she just go home before she heard a long sigh. She turned quickly expecting Hiro to come beg her to come back in, but was met with a Soul Evans, leaning against the wall a few feet from her, studying her. She turned away from him crossly, not caring that she was being stubborn.
He wordlessly walked closer to her, before slumping down beside her and letting his head rest on her shoulder. She didn't shrug him off, in fact, it was kind of nice. They sat wordlessly like that for a few moments,
"I'm sorry," he finally muttered. She turned slightly to be able to see his face better, but didn't reply, "I'm an fuck-up Maka, you know that," he exhaled quietly as his eyes closed lightly, nuzzling into her slightly, "I don't know why you expect me not to be sometimes," he didn't have to open his eyes to know she was rolling hers.
"It's fine," she finally said, trying not to smile. He was really cute when he got like this, it was impossible to stay mad at him, "You're not a fuck-up; you're just weird." She giggled when he frowned and opened his eyes at her,
"Man, at least being a fuck-up is cool," He murmured, making her laugh again. He grinned at her easily, feeling the weight of their fight finally lifting.
"Tonight kind of sucks, huh?" She said as he stretched,
"You got that right," He yawned, letting his arm fall over her shoulders, frowning again as he looked at her face, "You've been crying," he said darkly. Her cheeks pinked a little as she turned away,
"Sorry," she said trying to wipe off any remainder of tears; Soul looked at her quizzically,
"You're sorry for crying? That's stupid." He removed his arm from around her to brush her cheek with the back of his fingers, "I'm the one who's sorry, that I made you sad. I'm sorry I'm an ass,"
"I forgive you!" She said a little more loudly then she meant to, her blush deepening as she pulled away from his hand, nearly falling to the ground. It was exactly moments like these that would keep her up at night wondering what exactly she and Soul had between each other. And besides, she shouldn't be doing this right now, not while Jackie is in there waiting for Soul, not while Hiro just kissed her. It was all wrong. Soul sniggered at her embarrassment before standing up and offering her his hand, she took it and stood beside him,
"Want to go back in?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.
"Yeah, Hiro's waiting for me." She didn't miss the way his expression darkened and his jaw tightened.
"Yeah," He said, trying to sound okay with it all: if there was one thing he didn't want, it was to make her sad again. If she liked Hiro, fine. Great. Awesome. He'd just have to learn to deal with it. For the night. Until he could kick the guys ass when Maka wouldn't be around to know about it. The thought made him smirk slightly, so he turned away to hide his expression from Maka, walking to the door and holding it open for her, "After you," he said with a little bow. She grinned at him as they walked in together.
They walked back into the dark dance floor, the music becoming loud in their eyes as their eyes adjusted to the smoky room. It was hot in here, and Maka felt momentarily overwhelmed. When did it become this crazy?
"You okay?" Soul's mouth as at her ear as he took her arm lightly and lead her into the crowd of people. She nodded sheepishly as they broke through a large crowd of people. Maka looked hopefully around for Hiro; she wanted to ask him about kissing her, what he meant and why he did it. More so, she kind of wanted to tell him off, but wouldn't if he was being earnest. Maybe things between them could work out, and then she could maybe finally stop being so upset about Soul dating other girls. That was a perfectly logical way to deal with these things, and she was proud of herself for thinking of it.
Who was bad at relationships now she thought smugly, pushing her way through people, Soul trailing behind her.
She had spotted Hiro's blond hair a few feet away, people were dancing to the loud club music in front of her, but when she finally broke through she froze, her smile diminishing slowly as her stomach tightened into a knot.
There was Hiro, dancing with Jackie. Well, not as much dancing as they were pressing themselves against each other, their lips interlocked. Maka didn't know how to respond. She stood there watching him whisper something into Jackie's ear, to which she laughed once before crashing her mouth back into his.
Maka turned swiftly, her feelings of stupidity and betrayal reaching new levels. Who was she kidding, relationships just weren't her thing. It was time to just give up entirely, and accept that. It was stupid. She didn't even want to date anyone; she just wanted to be okay.
She spun around and crashed right into Soul's chest, falling back a little. He caught her wrists,
"Whoa! Are you okay?" He steadied her before noticing how completely defeated her expression was, "Maka? What's—" His eyes trailed over to where Hiro and Jackie were, "Oh," He said darkly. Maka tore out of his grasp, they're eyes met as she let out a short sob before shoving her way out of the crowd of people.
"Wait!" Soul shouted after her, but the little Meister was too strong for her own good, and got out of the hall as fast as she could. Soul felt his hands tighten into fists before marching over to Hiro and Jackie. He put a firm hand on Hiro's shoulder, distracting the blonde from the girl under his arms for only a brief moment before he was spun around,
"Oh! Soul!" Hiro stuttered, "I didn't know this was your date! Jeeze I'm so sorry!" he smiled at Soul briefly,
"Soul! I thought you were gone!" Jackie started
"Where's Maka?" Soul gritted, ignoring Jackie completely and taking a step towards Hiro, "Where's your date?"
"Huh? Oh! I think she went home," He said sheepishly, "But you know, I'll call her tomorrow. Take her out for dinner," his tone was turning cocky, and Soul was become furious, "And then who knows,"
"Who knows what?" Soul encouraged,
"Who knows; my place, or yours. I don't know how loud she'll be when—" Hiro was cut off by Souls fist colliding with his jaw. He skidded backwards, falling hard to the ground. Jackie screamed as Soul approached him. Hiro sat up quickly, shock and fear in his eyes,
"You never deserved her in the first place," Soul growled at him, grabbing the scruff of his shirt and pulling him, holding him off the ground slightly. Hiro sputtered and swore as Soul dropped him to the ground. He fell down again, catching his breath as Soul turned and walked away,
"Can't even finish a fight, Eater?" Hiro called after him. Soul stopped for a moment before grinning darkly. He turned slowly, his trademark bloodlust look on his face as his arm turned into a sharp Scythe,
"Is that a road you really want to walk down, Hiro?" Soul said, approaching him slowly. Hiro scrambled backwards, instantly regretting the words. A loud and obnoxious laugh interrupted Soul's advance,
"It couldn't be my party without a good fight ending in Soul kickin' ass!" Black Star cackled as he waltzed over to Soul, punching him in the arm playfully, "But I dono how the in-laws are gonna feel about the whole thing," Black Star grinned as Soul's arm morphed back to normal,
"Sorry man," Soul grinned back, relieved when Black Star laughed,
"We'll finish this one later," Black Star cackled loudly as Soul shot Hiro a threatening glance,
"Yes. We will."
Maka sat on the edge of the bathroom sick and bit her lip in frustration. Were all guys like this? They just found the closest girl who seemed mildly interested in them and put their mouth on them?
Gross.
Maka turned towards the mirror and examined her hair. It was fine, nicer than usual. It was weird, because although she was angry, she didn't really care. A part of her was just happy it was Jackie he was kissing, so hopefully Soul would be put off by that.
She felt like an idiot though. It was so beyond embarrassing. First, not being able to find a date, and then once she does he spends the night snogging with some other girl.
Boys really weren't her thing. It was time to give up all together.
No more trying at any of this.
Maka heard muffled voices from outside the door before it opened slightly and Soul poked his head in side, his eyes landed on her immediately before grinning stupidly. He opened the door and walked in,
"I've been looking everywhere for you," He said, putting his hands behind his head and sauntering over to her,
"Soul, this is the ladies washroom!" Maka said indignantly, "Get out!"
"Naw, I think I'll stay," he leaned against the counter she was sitting on presently, "It smells nice in here. That's so weird," she sniggered before looking down at her hands a little sombrely.
Soul pursed his lips for a moment,
"So, I'm really sorry Maka, but I may or may not have beaten up your date," Soul winced when she turned to him sharply,
"What! Why?" She suddenly felt a bizarre sort of better, before remembering, "Oh," she said, disappointed, "he was all over your date. Right,"
"What!" Soul full out laughed now, "Oh my God don't look like that it physically hurts. But No, not because of Jackie," Soul made a face when he said her name, "I can't stand that girl,"
"You can't?" Maka asked quietly,
"No, of course not! She's so obnoxious. Her and Hiro deserve each other," He scuffed the ground with his foot. Maka stared at him with intense disbelief,
"So then… why'd you hit him?" She asked quietly,
"Because he pissed you off," he shrugged, "And he picked someone else over you, I was just beating some common sense into him. He's so uncool; you can do so much better. Plus…" He stopped for a moment looking away, "He was saying all this shit about taking you home. Pissed me off," He grunted, messing with his snowy hair.
Maka furrowed her brows,
"Why would that piss you off?" She asked earnestly. Soul laughed harshly,
"Because," he turned towards her, "You're too cool for him," he grinned at her, but she just narrowed her eyes,
"That's the only reason?" she said suspiciously,
"Well…" He said slowly. He paused for a moment; it really was now or never. If he kept pussy footing around the topic he'd have to spend another painful night like this, "Okay. It's not." He said, his jaw clenching slightly,
"Well then why!" She said, her typical impatience surfacing. He took a sharp breath before quickly saying,
"Why? Because I love you!" he almost shouted it. He wanted to just say it for so long, but now that he had he felt like such a tool. Maka stopped, shocked. She blinked a few times before opening her mouth, but at the same time the door to the bathroom opened. Both looked over as Marie (one of their old teachers from Shibusen) walked in. She saw them both before looking appalled,
"Soul! This is the woman's bathroom!" She marched over to him, "This is not the place for you!"
"No, it's really important!" Soul protested as Marie grabbed him by the ear, "I need to talk to Maka! Ow, ow, OW! Dammit woman! Let me go!" She paused for a moment before releasing him,
"Fine," she said turning briskly, "But just be glad that there's another bathroom around here," she turned briskly and swung the door opened before pausing and looking back at the two, a blush rising to her cheeks, "And no hanky-panky!" She shouted before slamming the door behind her.
Soul shook his head after the woman before slowly turning to look at Maka, obvious amusement in her eyes.
"Don't look like that," Soul mumbled, keeping his distance from her,
"I can't help it," Maka hummed, slipping off the counter and walking over to her Weapon. She took his hands in hers as his eyes widened in slight disbelief,
"Soul," she paused, thinking of the right words to say, but all she managed was,
"Thanks,"
She leaned her body into his as he dropped her hands slowly to encircle his arms around her. She clung to him as well and they stood there like that for a little while.
Maka dropped her arms from around him to push back against his chest, getting a better look at him, but his arms stayed tightly around her waist,
"Hiro kissed me tonight," She said, making a sour face,
"That's gross," said Soul, smirking at her, feeling even happier that he had punched the guys lights out,
"Yeah," She shook her head, "I didn't want him to, he just did it,"
"Well, lucky thing Black Star and I have made plans to kick him around some more, huh?" He leaned his forehead against hers looking down into her big green eyes,
"I guess," She looked away shyly,
"Maka," Soul whispered huskily, causing her gaze to shoot back to his,
"Y-yeah," She stammered,
"You still haven't answered me,"
"You haven't asked anything,"
"Don't be smart with me,"
"But I am smart,"
"Citation needed,"
"OW!"
Maka grinned in satisfaction, her punch to his chest well deserved. Although it obviously hurt, he didn't remove his arms from around her waist, in fact, he pulled her tighter,
"Play nice," He whispered in her ear. She giggled slightly before pulling away, making sure she read any expressions he might have,
"Okay," she sighed, "Of course I love you," She murmured, chewing on her lip embarrassedly, "I have for a long time. But I thought you wouldn't want someone like me. I mean, I don't know, guys like you, they don't like girls like me,"
"Well in this case," Soul smirked sarcastically, "I'll make an exception," He removed one of his arms from her waist to bring his hand to her face, using his fingers light to lift her chin towards him,
"Well great," Maka smiled sweetly at him as he moved towards her slowly, his eyes focused on her mouth,
"Maka," he murmured, his mouth only an inch away from hers. She could feel his breath feather her lips lightly,
"Mhmm?"
"Can I kiss you?"
Maka felt her stomach do a little backflip, wanting nothing more in the world then to have Soul Eater Evans kiss her,
"Yes," She said quietly, blushing a little before Soul gently placed his lips against her own. It was so much better than anything before it; so much better then when Hiro had kissed her, unwarranted and unwanted. They mouths moved together softly, as Soul's hand moved back to hold her cheek gently. Maka found herself running her fingers through the back of Soul's shaggy hair, complete bliss and satisfaction filling her. He pulled away, grinning his trademark, jagged smile down at her.
"Want to go back?" He said, kissing her forehead gently,
"Not really," She shrugged, straightening his tie,
"Come on, you can dance with me,"
"Pass,"
"Everyone will think you're cool! Hey, don't glare at me,"
"Nope,"
"Want to spend the entire night in the girl's bathroom?"
"With you? Sure!" She laughed when he kissed her playfully, gnawing on her lower lip,
"Okay great!" he said in between kisses, "We'll spend the whoolee time here," she snorted a laugh again as she tried to fight him off,
"Okay, okay! We'll go back!" She laughed again before playfully hitting his chest again.
He grinned at her once more, kissing her one last time, making it count before taking her hand and leading his very breathless Meister back to the party.
I hope you guys enjoyed it! I'm not so sure about this one, but meh. Better then not updating I guess
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