110Hey guys! I'm flying in with a new story hurrah! XD I have so many ideas floating around so I decided to catch this one with a massive butterfly net!
This is a fresh new start for me as today wasn't going to so well. :p
I just need something to distract me. Really badly. The start is a little slow, so bear with and review please! Anyways please do enjoy.
Hate- feel intense or passionate dislike for (someone/something) e.g she hates spiders. That was the general term for hate, however Maka did not find it descriptive enough to depict how much she despised Soul Evans.
Their little group of friends had been through thick and thin, from pre-school to high school. Maka was the tomboyish bookworm. She didn't acquire the look of it though. Not the stereotypical short haired and wore sport clothes type of tom boy. It was rather the fact of her fiery temper, and that she was easy to provoke. And Soul who liked to point out many times that she was flat as an ironing board, was the main offender. Before she met Tsubaki she was usually the only girl to play with the boys, as she found dolls boring and dull. Further more she was the fastest in the 100m sprint. In addition she was one of the smartest in their year, you would find her in the stacks reading a book. She may have looked sweet and innocent with her twin pigtails, smart white shirt, yellow oxford and checkered skirt but she was a whole other story when she was angry.
To match her was the equally fiery tempered, yet silkily cool Soul Evans. Ever since pre-school he was the kid that would yank on Maka's pigtails. (Yes she had them since pre-school.) and push her into the mud. Now things were different and his mother told him not to hit girls, instead of fighting her physically, they had a duel of biting words. Now in his junior year of high school he was one of the main heart throbs. Thousands of girls from freshmen to senior would all be wishing and hoping for some eye contact with the one and only Soul Evans. You would think that he would be a fat-headed, arrogant bastard, but instead he kept his cool manner and carried on wishing these girls would get on with their pathetic lives. Yes, he was cruel, sarcastic, and cynical but that made him even more desirable as he was deemed (by the fan girls) "a wild and dark horse" as being handsome as he was sarcastic. Soul merely snorted at the name as he thought of the stupidity and irony of the nickname as he had white hair.
To his right he had Kidd, the sweetest of the bunch. He was also a main heart throb among the females of the school. His character contrasted greatly against his two other male friends. His gleaming golden eyes, with 3 white stripes set in his jet black hair would give the impression of a "gothic" character, but to their surprise and joy they found him amicable, helpful, and nuts about symmetry. Most probably that was the most annoying thing about him, everything about him had to be symmetrical. The gang learnt long ago not to find fault with his symmetrical items, as they knew he would find out himself and save themselves from the crazy ritual to make the faulted thing symmetrical. In addition they knew that Kid would go to pieces if the gang actually pointed out how many things were asymmetrical. Kid would break into pieces. Symmetrical pieces. Even Soul and Maka who could tolerate his crazy obsession with symmetry better than the rest of the gang, were at their wits end when they found all their rooms secretly (not so secretly) ordered in an unusual and symmetrical way. But all in all he was a kind and helpful person.
Black*Star on the other hand... Well he was energetic, cocky and loud. His aquamarine hair spread rumours from dying it to having a rare gene of having blue hair. Black*Star has not even once denied or agreed to any of the rumours. His subtle little crush on Tsubaski brought him closer to the other females in the group. He was the other main heart-throb, with a heart-breaking story to go with. Since his parents died for unknown reasons, Sid the gym and health teacher had adopted him, and then in sophomore year he had got an apartment with Sid sending him money and Black*Star having a job. This story was the perfect equation for fangirls. The story had girls with tears in their eyes, and their sympathy was gushing out of them however this did not stop Black*Star from being an annoying, impulsive and arrogant person. Surprisingly he just rolled with the punches, and he just simply "graced" the girls his presence, enjoying their admiration and infatuation.
Tsubaski was the cool asian, as they had donned her that nickname. Tall and cool, she was a pillar, supporting the rest of the group. Although her outside personality was quiet and shy, her inside personality was a whole other story. She was slightly perverted, scheming, calculating, mischievous; a true match-maker, that rarely came out. Yet she was still kind, thoughtful and friendly.
Liz, was as devious as Tsubaski's secret personality. With a kick ass style and attitude, she was feared by girls and desired by boys. And with fear came protection, for her younger and cuter sister Patty. Patty was the adorable younger sibling in the gang and was often found with giraffes, but she could easily rival Black*Star's eating capacity and had random spurts of brilliant ideas. Her round cheeks and baby blue eyes were the living proof of innocence and cuteness.
They were like a large, slightly dysfunctional, happy family.
"Evans this is my turf."
"And it is as pathetic and droll as you are Albarn"
"Well you know how to at least read one of these books, or is that something else you are incapable of?"
"Well if that means you are incapable of having a life."
"Well at least I know I'm capable of achieving good grades."
"I'm not some teachers pet, who obviously sucks Stein's cock for extra marks."
Her eyes turned into slits, and hissed
"I'm not sure you should be saying such dangerous words when everyone knows last week Katy Muller gave you a blowjob. You sure like your sluts. Disgusting pig"
"Well at least I have someone that wants me, I'm not abandoned by their parents. Someone who actually cares for my welfare." He instantly felt the icy cool hand of regret clench on his heart as he watched Maka's usually sparkling emerald pupils dilate into a murky green. It was a slip of the tongue. He was one of the few she had shared her childhood secret.
Her body stiffened, fists clenched, blinking back her tears. She did not show weakness, or vulnerability. She hadn't cried since she was 7 when her mother had left her. She inhaled deeply in her nostrils and walked back a little.
"You would think, witnessing the event of a loved one walk out of my life would at least make you think before what you say Evans." She turned and left, her pigtails swinging. Soul was instantly reminded of the memory holding Maka and stroking her satin-soft pigtails as she cried her heart out on him.
He could've kicked himself.
At lunch the gang separated into genders.
"Soul... Why does Maka-chan look like she wants you to burn in hell with pitchforks and daggers slashing at you for centuries?" Kid asked nonchalantly, as he bit into his apple. His golden eyes flickering to Soul waiting for his answer.
"I had a slight mishap with her"
"You guys always have mishaps, but she doesn't usually send you daggers, after the fight. What's different about this one?" Kid inquired.
Soul unravelled his sandwich, and lifted the bread to put the fallen salad back in.
"I struck a chord with her, I didn't mean to obviously."
"But I bet you like her like that" a sudden booming voice interrupted.
"Where the hell did you come from?"
"Not important. What is, is that Maka is a cute chick, wanting to kill you. And it's not as if she's uggglllayy." Black*Star drawled out. Starting to eat at a fast pace, slightly smearing food over his mouth. Kid and Soul both looked at Black*Star, gave each other looks and dropped their food, having lost their appetite.
"What do you mean?" Soul inquired, eyebrows raised.
"Well you talk to her the most out of the group. Well at least female wise." Black*Star analysed, quite accurately. (Going to call him Star, because I'm lazy!) still gulping down food.
"Pah, I talk to the others. Like that... Katherine? Katrine-"
"Katy Muller." Kid corrected annoyingly, as he inspected his apple, checking his bites were symmetrical.
Star raised a suggestive eyebrow at Soul, smirked and went back to stuffing his face.
"I'm not good with names"
"You're not good with anything except arguing with Maka." Star chuckled.
"Shut the fuck up fishhead. Kid do you agree with what he's saying" Soul's eyes bored into Kid's golden ones and pointed to Star.
Kid "hummphed" checked over his shoulder to see the girls and looked back at Soul, honesty present in his eyes and tone.
"I do agree with Black*Star. You may say you're bad at remembering names, but you and Maka talk the most. And we've known you as long as she has."
"Well thanks... I guess."
"But you have to admit you like her feisty, I've seen the chemistry between you two."
"Who are you the Love-Doctor?!"
"Well not exactly, it's just funny to watch you guys fight. But can you honestly say that you don't imagine seeing Maka naked, or fucking her or something."
"You disgust me" Soul stormed out, his lunch lay forgotten.
"Well he didn't deny it." Star remarked as Kid shook his head.
Soul leaned his head against his locker, his mind imploded with images of Maka in the library. Eyes wide with hurt and sadness. Ugh, he did not expect that, he stupidly thought she would rebound off the comment. But of course being the smart, kind person who listens to everything, caught his comment. Then more images flooded through in front of his eyes. The memory of them in elementary school. When Soul called the teacher "mommy" and Maka caused an uproar about it, The teasing stopped after a month.
When Maka had paint thrown over her by Soul, her pretty flower dress dripping of blue paint. Unlike a normal kid who would cry about it. Maka raged war on Soul by grabbing onto him, therefore making his clothes dirty too. She also grabbed his hair mixing blue paint into his stark white hair, the usual rough and tumble, screaming and hair pulling. The principle was called in and they were in detention for about a month.
Then in freshmen in high school, there was a pool party, and everyone in the class was invited. Soul was already past the awkward lanky stage, and started growing, building lean muscles. He was their chilling with his friends, drink in hand, facing the pool where he saw Maka awkwardly walking to the pool edge. Instead of a dorky swimming costume she wore instead a deliciously red-hot two piece bikini with a jewel encrusted between the cups. The soft red strings were tied into neat bows, with the tails hanging softly by her hips. She still had her childish pigtails but rather hindering her beauty in fact heightened it. For the first time in his strange friendship with Maka Alburn, he had noticed she was a... girl. Of course Soul knew they were opposite genders, but seeing her embracing her beauty Soul had acknowledged that Maka was a girl. A very pretty one in fact. He remembered distinctly the strange warm sensation running over his body, his eyes were entirely focused on her as she jumped into the pool having fun. And the narrowing of the eyes when other males stared at her. His teeth gritted as he noticed more males attracting towards her. He head half a mind to jump into the pool himself and drag her out. However he enjoyed having warmth course through him as he watched her uncover her body.
Sure he could have any girl, but he was sure she was out of bounds. Whatever kind of relationship they had, he was pretty sure romantic feelings were off limits. But why did the arousing images of Maka, flushed cheeks in that delectable red bikini and his hands all over her creamy, creamy skin come to mind. He could literally feel the length of her long long legs, wrapping around him. He imagined his fingers barely caressing her hips, slowly undoing the bow, and carefully inching off her bikini bottom.
Panting heavily and certain problems arriving, Soul's hazy red eyes flickered, still having the wonderful images in mind. Groaning, he placed his head back against the locker, banging his fist.
Maka sighed, relieved as she arrived at her front door. Retrieving the keys from her bag she hummed a little melody and unlocked the front door. Ever since Kid's surprise symmetrical clean up she came to appreciate every day when she would find her place how she left it. A few magazines on the table, her plants assorted messily on her window sill, all normal. Her mind, kept flashing back to Soul. And his cruel harsh words. They stung like ivy leaves, a lasting sting until you found nettle leaves. And in Maka's case her nettle leaves was a giant tub of ice-cream. Dropping her bag, changing into a tank-top and shorts in her room, she grabbed the tub of ice cream and sat on the surface, digging in. As she ate a spoonful at a time, her mind reeled a memory.
The memory of Soul placing a whoopee cushion on her chair, and being a fool she sat down making a rude noise.
Then when Maka hit Soul in the face with a soccer ball, and they had another fight, rolling around, on the grass. The normal.
Taking another big scoop she thought further to the night of that freshman pool party. It was the first house party she had ever been to, and it was round about the same time she had met Liz, Patty and Tsubaski. They all had gone shopping for their swimming costumes together earlier in the day. Liz, extremely confident even in freshman year had a daring yet beautiful, baby blue bikini. A normal bikini top with a frilly bottom. Tsubaki not liking bikini's herself bought a deep, rich purple swimsuit with a large metal ring in the middle, showing a little more of her porcelain skin. Patty with a halter neck, plain black bikini. They had all pushed Maka into buying the red jewelled stringed bikini. Saying that even if she wasn't interested in boys she could have a little fun, maybe even attracting one boy. Maka being adorably dense in freshmen did not understand "one boy", which she now understood was Soul.
She remembered the heat and intensity of someone watching her. Everyone was too busy fooling around to care about her, she doubted any other boy was looking at her. But she did have the feeling of someone staring at her. Was it Soul? He was a little away from the pool side, having a drink and talking to his friends. It could have been, but Maka's logical brain did not accept the idea and pushed it away from her.
*Knock-knock*
Furrowing her eyebrow, Maka leapt off kitchen surface, spoon still in mouth and opened the door. Soul had appeared with a box. His tall, hulking figure made her crane her neck to see his devilishly handsome face.
"Here" he grunted, thrusted the colourful box into her hands. Maka looked down and saw an assorted arrangement of multicoloured biscuits.
"You bought me macaroons?" Her face tilted to the side in confusion.
"Yes, duh brain. This is a peace offering and I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was thinking." Soul bowed his head slightly, not wanting to blush in front of Maka knowing that she would mock him till his death.
"I know they're your favourite, since it is MACAroons" they both laughed at their joke. Soul glanced at Maka and looked away again, not wanting his brain to take the whole picture, so it could haunt him in his dreams.
He had to come back and give her this.
He despised the fact that he was in debt to her, the one that hurt her.
He needed to be square, equal with her.
He had an insatiable need to talk to her, to hear her voice, to see her eyes sparkle with the usual anger, that fuelled their daily battle. It was crazy, he almost depended on her, and he didn't like how far he was delving into her.
"Thank you Soul. I forgive you." Maka granted, and smiled sweetly at Soul. Soul gulped at the cute image of Maka smiling, as Maka closed her door. She placed the macaroons on the kitchen counter and carried on eating ice cream.
Soul still stood outside her door, his mind was processing the recent and excellent images of Maka now. Soul smirked to himself
He liked her smile
Well that's the first chapter! I hope you liked it, I enjoyed writing it too! This is an excellent distraction because I just failed my piano exam... I guess I don't what to do, because I have never failed, before. but I decided to move on to the next grade. My family isn't exactly helping. Ugh I just hate having an asian family sometimes. I'm confused right now what I want exactly, because there will always be the lingering doubt of "will I pass THIS time?" And will I have enough time. My head is all a mess, and I've made my peace with it, as I cried in the shower. I just need a reliever as tomorrow I go back to school and do more exams. :p so that's the story of my failure, I hope you enjoyed the story!
Sorry about the start, it was a little slow. Sorry for any mistakes!
Thanks so much for reading, review please! I might continue, if you guys like it!
Chang
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