Note: Let's pick up right after Soul had taken a shower. ^^ Again, spacing is all the website's fault.
CHAPTER 3:
Soul's POV:
I was sitting on a stool, Mesuji blow drying my hair.
"You look sooooo handsome!" Maka squealed.
"I don't understand why you had to buy me a suit, couldn't I just wear mine?" I growled at both the girls.
"The other one has stripes..." Maka sighed, "Not formal enough."
"Says you!" I cried in anger, "It's fine!"
Mesuji shook her head, "Not for my parents... Soul, I want to be your girlfriend, and if you want this to work as much as I do, please listen to us."
I slumped down on the stool, I wanted it to work more than Mesuji would ever know.
"So... To get your parents to say good things about you, you should probably treat them like they are the most important people in the world." Maka smiled.
"They may just think I'm hiding something though..." I sighed.
"Well... just tell them the truth. Tell them that you're going to introduce them to your girlfriend's parents, and that you really want to make a good impression. Won't that impress your parents, you caring about that?" Mesuji said as she continued to dry my hair.
"Not really, they'll probably just say that your parents should know exactly who their daughter is associating with."
"Oh," said Mesuji quietly.
"Don't worry," I sighed, "I'm used to my parents downgrading me."
We sat in silence for a long minute; the only sounds were the hair dryer and Kenai bashing about in the kitchen, probably attempting to do the dishes. Finally, Maka spoke.
"Soul, you could try both tactics, and if neither work, we'll think of something."
"That sounds good," said Mesuji, "Now Maka, could you finish drying his hair, I've got to go get ready."
In the time it took Mesuji to finish, my hair had dried, Maka had changed, and we were waiting in the living room with Kenai, whose attempts at the dishes had failed.
But when Mesuji walked into the room, the words "What took you so long?" went right out of my brain.
She was wearing a sleeveless, floorlength, sparkly blue dress that fit her perfectly.
Her brown hair was up, with blue jewels sparkling from within it, and her cheeks were pink, either from makeup or excitement. A necklace hung around her neck, displaying a silver pendant, and matching earrings were displayed on her ears.
I stood up and went over to her. "You look gorgeous," I said, and I meant it entirely.
Mesuji's cheeks got pinker, and I kissed her.
Kenai coughed loudly, and we both jumped. "Come on, you two lovebirds, or we'll be late."
"Remember," Mesuji whispered, "No kissing around my parents."
I nodded, but couldn't resist kissing her again before we walked out the door.
She looked at me sternly, so I said, "Just so I'll last until your parents leave."
"Come on!" shouted Maka from up ahead, "Hurry up!"
"Right!" We shouted in unison, and followed Maka out the door.
Upon arriving at the whole event in the main part of the school, I realized that my parents had not yet arrived, and sighed in relief.
"My mother and father are over there." Mesuji pointed over to a corner of the room we had entered.
Though they were some ways away, I could still tell that Mesuji's father was a very tall man, with a rather fierce look about his face.
Kenai stood next to me, wearing a suit about the same as my own, only slightly larger, as Kenai was a fair amount taller than I was, despite being about a year younger.
"That's them alright." Kenai nodded.
After that, Mesuji picked up the pace of our walk towards them, pulling me along anxiously.
"Woah, relax." I sighed as we neared them.
"Hello!" Kenai called, sounding a bit more pleased with himself than usual.
"Kenai! Sweetheart! It's awfully good to see that you're doing alright!" Mesuji's mother called back.
I almost burst out laughing at the sound of that, but I held it in, seeing as I didn't want to embarrass myself.
We finally reached them, and as Mesuji's mother began cooing over her daughter and her friend, I approached her.
"Good afternoon m'am." I said, immediately choosing Mesuji's mother over her father, for I wasn't quite ready to tangle with him yet.
"Mesuji... Who is this?" She asked in surprise.
"Mother, this is Soul." Mesuji said, "He is... my boyfriend..."
I nodded, "I was so eager to meet the people who raised Mesuji into the wonderful young woman she is."
"Oh, well... it's nice to meet you too!" she replied, glancing at Mesuji doubtfully, "May I have a moment with my daughter?"
"Of course!" I replied, though I started to worry a little bit.
As the two of them walked off, I heard her mother say, "Now, you didn't put him up to this, did you? Is he really that respec-"
I jumped when Mesuji's father coughed, loudly.
"Hello, sir," I said as confidently as I could manage. I had to look up quite a ways to see his face, and that didn't do much to help my assertiveness.
"You must be Mesuji's father," I continued, lamely, and sticking out my hand to shake, I said "I'm Soul Eater, her boyfriend."
"I heard," her father said coldly, and did not stick out his hand.
I quickly placed my hand back at my side, and we stood there in awkward silence, him glaring down at me, until Mesuji and her mother returned.
"Allow me to formally introduce myself," Mesuji's mother said brightly, "I'm Mrs. Yamasaki."
She then whispered something into Mesuji's father's, I mean Mr. Yamasaki's, ear. He looked at me a moment as if evaluating me, before saying more warmly than he had spoken before, "I'm Mr. Yamasaki."
"I figured," I blurted out, and behind them, I saw Kenai put his head in his hands, so I hurried to explain, "I just mean that since you're married, you'd have the same last name, and-" Mesuji stopped my frantic explanation by stomping on my foot, and I had to bite my tongue to stop from crying out.
"Soul is just really excited to meet you both," she said charmingly.
"Right..." Her mother replied doubtfully, turning to face me, "Soul, may we have a word with your mother and father?"
I felt a lump rise in my throat, if they met, it would be the end of my whole relationship, "They're not here quite yet..."
"I see..." she sighed, spinning around to look at Kenai, who was right behind her, "Kenai, darling, when are your parents arriving?"
"Not coming." Kenai said sourly.
"Oh you poor thing, well I suppose I'll just have to be enough of a mother for you AND Mesuji." Mrs. Yamasaki said cheerily.
I smirked at that, she was obviously trying to force herself on Kenai, and I could tell he wasn't to pleased.
Kenai stared at me, and then tilted his head to one side, as is saying, "look over there."
So that's what I did, only to notice two people approaching who I wasn't exactly looking forward to seeing.
My mother and father.
"Mesuji, we have a problem," I whispered, "My parents are here. I'm going to go talk to them."
To her parents, I said, "I'll be right back; I think I see my parents."
I then turned and walked quickly towards my parents, who were looking around the room, probably searching for me.
I tried the first tactic, "Hello, honorable Mother and Father," I began, but at the look on their faces, I decided to try tactic number two. "Look, I'm going to introduce you to my girlfriend's parents, so can you please be on your best behavior? Like, don't tell embarrassing stories and stuff? Please?"
"Of course not, Soul," said my father, "your girlfriend's parents should know exactly who their daughter is associating with."
My stomach began twisting into a knot.
Then, I thought of the one thing my parents might actually listen to.
"You know, these people are of really high class, and they have a lot of money..."
My mother perked up. "Really?"
"Yeah, and if you tell embarrassing stories about me, or anything like that, they'll think you have no class at all."
I could tell by the look in my parents eyes that this was going to work.
"So none of that, please? I mean, we wouldn't want Mr. and Mrs. Yamasaki thinking we have no class, would we?"
"Of course not!" exclaimed my mother, and with a flick of her hair, she said, "We have plenty of class."
"Follow me," I said, finally confident that something was going as we had hoped.
Now the only thing left to do would be my parents away from my teachers until the end of the day.
Note: OMG. Let's see what happens next time ^^