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Post by Fateful on Sept 13, 2011 21:38:15 GMT -5
Soul looked up at Maka as she talked about the book and he grinned. "That sounds like something you'd want." He told her, leaning forward to move her hair from her face. He actually wondered what the book would be like. There were parts of it, and if some rich guy bought it, there was a chance that he could find out who it was and get it. All he had to do was call his parents. Then again, he didn't want to really ask them for anything. If his mother found out that he was trying to find a fragment of a book, she knew that it would be for a girl. Soul hated reading, especially novels like the one this one. Okay, so maybe he didn't hate them, but his mother knew him better. He hated reading long works, especially novels. He could read it if it was a short prose work. However, only poetry really appealed to him (despite how he made fun of Crona), as well as music. He would read those no matter how long they were, assuming of course that he was interested.
Watching Maka lay down beside him, putting the book aside, he couldn't help but wonder what was going on in her head. She had that look she got whenever she thought about her past; when her mom was still around. Despite how close they were, she rarely talked about her mom. He only knew about her because he'd heard Spirit and Stein talking about the woman that made him a death scythe and his "beautiful" exwife. But Soul already knew she was pretty because Maka was pretty. He also knew that her mother had to be blonde, because Spirit was a ginger. Either way, he couldn't help but wonder what she was looking about. Moving over to her, he wrapped his arms around Maka's body. She was facing him, but he wander to comfort her. The look on her face made her look too deep in thought. "Wanna talk about it?" He asked, feeling her close against his chest. "The divorce I mean, I can tell you're thinking about it." It was weird, how well he could read her.
Liz wondered how someone could be friends with someone like Black Star. Soul, she understood, because she was rather fond of him. They had a lot in common, especially because they both liked Jazz music. Although, truthfully, they talked about it more than they shared an experience about it. Soul only played when they were in battle and resonated in teams. That and Soul wasn't interested in her; and she knew how much he meant to Maka. Anyone could see they were into one another, and she wished she could just get them together so they could stop wasting time. The thought made her tighten her her grip on Kid slightly. They sipped the bottom of a building, and she let out a soft sigh, feeling strangely content with him.
There was a strange rush as they skated across the top of the building. There was a strange flying, skating sensation. Before today, she never understood why people would risk breaking their bodies to skateboard, but she was starting to understand it. There was nothing like moving and having the air with you. But, with Kid, there was nothing like flying... He was one of the best skaters she'd ever seen, and unlike them, he could teach her and keep her safe. Even if it meant that he hurt himself... "I have enough money on my account. You put more money on it before we left. There's 2,222 dollars. I remember because you were irritated that it had been 1110." She reminded him. Even though the balance was an even number, it had an odd number in it, which didn't cause him to freak out, but made him pour much more money than needed to even things out.
"I suppose you have a point. I just know that you used to be much pickier when we first moved in with you." She knew that it was because Patti liked things that Kid didn't. That and he didn't worry too much about her, he trusted her; but Patti would often times buy toys and other things that she didn't always need. Patti was more likely to impulse buy, unlike Liz who was more practical. So, she couldn't help but wonder why Kid had given her so much trust from the start. When you give a criminal money indiscriminately, it wasn't something that he should have done, especially since her intentions weren't noble. Resting her head on Kid's shoulder, she smiled, leaning against him. "This might sound weird, but you smell really good." She said, closing her eyes, relaxed against her meister. "I'll have fun, and I'm sure you guys can find another person to make teams even." She added, knowing that they couldn't play with odd teams; it would drive Kid crazy, and it wouldn't be fair.
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Post by belated valentine on Sept 15, 2011 14:42:08 GMT -5
Maka felt a pair of arms envelope her and she leaned into him, smiling. He was always so quick to comfort her. Knowing that in itself made her smile. It was nice to know that she always had someone like him to hug her or listen to her whenever she needed him to. He was fearsome, demon faced even, with rogue eyes and usually down set eyebrows. It wasn’t unusual that many people were startled by his ghastly appearance. When he was pissed, he bared his serrated teeth and shot daggers out of his fiery eyes. When upset, that bloodcurdling scowl was softened, his mouth positioned in a grim line with his eyes clouded. Even so, even with that rough appearance of his, Maka still found comfort in seeing his face. She didn’t fear him; she was never afraid to put her hand on him when he looked like he was ready to tear someone open or ask him what was wrong when he was silently angry. In battle, it seemed, his emotions were more hidden. During fights he usually was level headed and calm, usually being the one to clean her up she let her emotions spill. Thinking about it, there was not once that she needed him and he wasn’t there. She inhaled, smelling the body wash he’d used in the shower not too long ago. It didn’t smell like his usual brand – and she wasn’t being creepy, seriously. She didn’t go around pressing her nose to him and inhaling; it was just that she was usually in such close proximity with him that she knew his smell. Leather and Old Spice, a hint of motor oil if he’d recently worked on his bike.
“I was just thinking,” she started, arms thrown casually around him, “about my dad, mostly.” She blushed at her answer, embarrassed to admit to him that she had been thinking of her father when it was generally believed that she didn’t want him on her mind. Contrary to popular belief, she didn’t hate her father; she wasn’t was capable of that and she knew it. “It’s nothing really. A little nostalgia, that’s all. I just remembered that Papa used to love The Dark Side of the Moon, too. I never really gave him my opinion or told him that I liked it. I doubt he still remembers much of it, he probably doesn’t read anymore anyway.” With her forehead pressed against his shoulder, she let out a sigh. Neither of them were exactly open about their families or things prior to their partnership, but he definitely knew more about her than she knew of him. He still refused to venture too deeply into his past, giving her a few names here and there and some simple facts about his family. She never prodded him too much and settled when he casually changed the topic.
Stretching, she felt her body tremble as her muscles were pulled. Falling back into a relaxed state with a content sigh, she was quiet for a while, unsure of what to say. Then, slowly, she mumbled his name and waiting for him to reply before she continued. Her cheeks pinked again and she was glad that he couldn’t really see her face. “Do you think…Ah, I mean – the way the two characters were together…do you think something like that really exists?” she asked, quite timidly. She hadn’t meant the strong friendship the two shared, but more so the intimate part of the relationship.
Kid nodded. “Yeah I remember now. Alright, well that’s good,” he replied, smiling. He pushed the front of his skateboard down with the front of his foot, causing it to glide lower, pulling them closer to the Earth though they were still fairly high up. He looked down, over the edge of the board, to watch the streets as they glittered with the lights from cars and various shops. It was beautiful here, but much too chaotic for someone like Death the Kid – a maniac for all things order. It was one of the reasons why he enjoyed living in Death City. It was fairly symmetrical and things were in order. Cities like Los Angeles and New York City were nice places to visit, but he personally couldn’t live there. He remembered visiting Brooklyn for the first time – that was when he’d met Liz and Patti – and losing his mind over the smallest things. It had taken him forever to get anywhere since he had to keep stopping to try and fix things, like the positioning of various décor or more stable things like phone booths and stoplights. Of course, the major things had been pieces he couldn’t fix – well, he could break them and move them, but that would have probably resulted in him getting kicked out. Either way, he remembered walking back and forth to the spots where he’d spotted asymmetry, complaining aloud while people gave him odd stares. He even went as far as reporting it a few times to the police station, only to have them laugh at him; one of them threatened to arrest him for playing a prank.
He laughed then, glancing over at her. “Well, yes, that’s because Patti tried to smuggle about two hundred boxes of toys into the house. And I was going to let that slide until she brought home a bunch of stray dogs,” he replied with a shudder. “While I was away so that when I came back I stepped in three piles of dog feces on my way to yell at her.” He remembered that clearly. It had taken him weeks to get the smell of dog odor out of the house. They’d told him about a week in that they didn’t smell anything but bleach and cleaning products, but of course, he still smelled it. It wasn’t some strange Shinigami power, he was just that big of a perfectionist. He smirked and nodded at her. “I’m sure we’ll find a few more team members. I bet the basketball courts aren’t as empty as the ones in Death City; they’ll be plenty of other players there that we can ask to join a game,” he answered, not at all worried. However, he only hoped the other players there weren’t playing with their pants around their knees and various oversized ‘bling’ hanging from their necks in an asymmetrical manner, otherwise he would find himself trying to fix it.
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Post by Fateful on Sept 17, 2011 14:55:53 GMT -5
Soul held onto her, closing his eyes. Part of him was tired, but at the same time, there was just something about listening to his voice that made him feel... weightless. Much like music, it was more about the sound then the visual. Sure, seeing someone play music was interesting every now and then, but it was much easier to just listen. When they were close like this, he could hear her soul when she spoke to him; especially when she felt any strong emotions. But he knew that was only because they resonated so often that he just knew her soul wavelength, and that brought him comfort. THe song her soul sang was just... perfect to him. Despite it being only one cord; he'd never found another person with the same wavelength. Actually, the only people that had the same note were Liz and Patti, and even they were on different octaves. Patti's was incredibly high, and Liz was intermediate. No matter how they changed, Patti was always one octave higher than her elder sister.
"Spirit can be a pain in the ass." He added, knowing that it was true, especially for the two of them. Since they chose to be partner, Spirit had been on his case for being around Maka, for living with Maka, for hitting on Maka, whatever. It was a huge pain, sorta like when Soul was eating and accidentally bit himself, which always ended with him bleeding. He hated it, but it happened now and then. Yeah, even shark boy had his accidents. "But everyone can see that he cares about you Maka. I bet he followed us here because he was worried that I'd do something to you, or that he's worried some other guy will try and get passed me." He'd never let anyone get to Maka. She was his meister.
"I think he knows that you love him, deep down somewhere. He leaves you books and stuff all the time, I've caught him in our apartment before, sneaking a book into your bookshelf. At first I thought he was taking it, but it was new, and it had a note it in. The one that wasn't signed?" He paused, thinking it over. "Ugh... I think it was called 'Harvested Skies?'" He put forth; uncertain of what the exact title was, but he knew it was something like that.
Curled up around her, he could smell her normal smell on her clothes, and the smell of the hotel body wash on her skin. He shifted a little, moving his nose out of her hair, not wanting to seem like a creeper. "I think that it's... I dunno..." He stated, uncertain on what that would mean exactly. How would they even know if love like that exists? Shifting slightly on the bed, he drew her close to him. "I suppose anything is possible, you know? I'm a Death Scythe, and your dad actually married someone. It all depends on what you seize... Some people find love in weird places, I guess it's just a matter of preference, you know?" He stated, resting his chin on her shoulder. "I'd prefer to be with someone who's like us..." He paused. "A meister or a weapon; a fighter, you know? I just feel like it would be a better balance, because anyone can play music and stuff. And that's not what I want in someone else."
Liz laughed softly, tightening her arms, which were still circled around Kid's body. "Yeah, Patti loves being able to have toys. We never really had them before, well, except for the ones I used to steal for her, but even then..." She stated, shrugging her shoulders. "She does appreciate you... If she didn't, she wouldn't have gotten rid of the dogs." She didn't mentioned that Patti tried to keep one, and Liz had actually gotten rid of it. But... Kid didn't need to know that.
"There should be other guys there, and who wouldn't want to beat someone like Black Star." She added with a laugh, leaning against him. Closing her eyes for a minute, she felt perfectly at ease. Liz wondered what they'd do for dinner the next night, and she was slightly worried about it; which was strange because she'd never felt nervous around Kid, ever. He was... He was Kid, and she was completely comfortable with him. But what if she couldn't find a dress she wanted? Or one that was good enough? Why the hell was this important? Sure, she cared what she looked like, but she wasn't prideful, and was fine if she didn't look perfect. Earlier, she had been near naked with Kid and she was fine despite what other people thought or said. It made her wonder what Kid expected her to get... All she knew was that it had to be perfect; in order for Kid to remain conscious. "I think that we should go to one of the tallest buildings in the city next time we go out, so that we can see the entire city."
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Post by belated valentine on Sept 17, 2011 21:46:04 GMT -5
Maka rolled onto her stomach, still lying beside him. She snorted and rolled her eyes. “You’ve got that right. And he’s not a pain in the ass sometimes, he’s a pain in the ass most of the time,” she corrected, teasingly. Moving one of her arms, she folded it and leaned her chin into her palm, using her elbow as a support on the bed. Behind her, her bare-for-the-most-part legs were folded at the knees, swinging back and forth lightly. She dropped her eyes to the bedsheets beneath her, tracing the creases in the fabric. “I, ah, I do love him…he’s just made a lot of bad decisions that make me angry and bitter at him. It wouldn’t have been nearly as bad if he would have left my mom before he started seeing other women. Or maybe if he would have at least done a better job at covering it up when it happened in front of me,” she replied, remembering the many times she’d seen her father with his arm around a shoulder or waist that didn’t belong to her mother. And when she’d questioned him with her curious five year old mind, he’d told her that they were sad and he hated making people sad so he had to help make them happy.
She was a little surprised to find that her father had been sticking books into her bookcase. She always noticed, of course, that new reading material had been appearing. At first, she wondered if maybe it had been one she’d misplaced and Soul had returned it to her, but then realized that she didn’t have a book like that. And then she wondered he’d maybe bought them for her, but how could Soul know about what sorts of books interested her unless she’d told him or he’d seen her read it? Either way, she’d given up caring because, hey, it was free books and she wasn’t going to complain. “That was him? Well, I guess it’s a lot better than sexy underwear,” she said with a grimace, mind wandering back to the pair of lingerie she’d received after achieving the highest score on the exam. She remembered Soul commenting on it by saying that ‘it was so transparent he could read the calendar on the wall through it’. It made her shudder and shake her head lightly.
Her eyes moved to his face and she smiled warmly. “I guess you’re right…Sorry, it was just a random thought. I can’t help but think stuff like that is as fictional as a book. I guess that’s why a lot of people write books about falling in love or the first stages of a relationship, because anything past that is…I don’t know, hard to write? A lot of people don’t even make it that far. I guess it’s good that the author didn’t really dwell too far into the relationship between Emaralyss and Audric.” Glancing at his eyes, her lips twitched back to a smile. “That won’t be too hard for you,” she started, letting her eyes fall back to the bed where she ran her finger over the pale design on the sheet. “There are a lot of girls at Shibusen who like you and all of them are either a meister or a weapon. You just have to…figure out which one you like best.” She wondered if telling him something like that was a good idea. If he listened to her advice, she would probably wake up to find him on the couch like she had previously. All because he’d had been out until whatever time of the night doing whatever with a girl. And the thought wouldn’t have been bothered her as much if she didn’t think he would spend less time with her. It was stupid, but it made her jealous. He’d been her friend before he’d been anyone’s boyfriend, so she had right to him too! Her mother, had she been in this situation, probably would have left before someone left her. But Maka realized that she didn’t want to leave Soul, even if she wanted to be like her mother; strong enough to move on. Except that Maka wasn’t strong when it came to things like this. She couldn’t simply leave a person, not someone like Soul. “Soul?” she asked, rather quietly. “Even if you get a girlfriend, you won’t leave me, right? I mean, you’ll still be my friend…?”
Kid laughed, noting that Patti had – after many hours of lecturing and, finally, begging – gotten rid of the dogs. He never really knew what she did with them, but he assumed she’d either found homes of them or had taken them to some sort of pet shelter because he knew she wouldn’t have had the heart to release them out onto the streets again. Patti had a soft spot for any animal and didn’t have a problem going the extra mile to make sure they were safe – whether that animal be a rabbit or a snake. “Yeah,” he said with a smile. “I know she appreciates me. I appreciate her too, even if she does like bringing unaccounted for living creatures into my quarters.” He watched Liz for a moment, before he dropped his eyes to the scene around them again. One of the reasons why he was usually never against buying Patti stuffed animals or other toys was because he knew that she’d skipped out on it when she was younger. That was probably the reason why she still enjoyed toys even though she was a teenager now. “At least they can all still fit in her room, even if they have to be raised onto shelves,” he said, knowing that the walls of Patti’s room were lined with shelves that held her toys, symmetrically of course. Liz’s room didn’t have as many shelves as Patti’s, but the ones she did have were usually used for more mature things like purses or shoes.
Kid snorted. “Yeah, now I sort of think that that maybe they’ll start a line on the side of the court to take turns beating him. And the sad part is that he probably wouldn’t even mind it because they’d all be interested in him, as…odd as that sounds,” he answered, laughing lightly. The thought of Black Star fighting for the attention of sweaty men in work-out wear was too much and he couldn’t help but laugh a little louder. If the assassin had been here, Kid would have probably had to avoid a series of punches to his face because of what he’d thought. But honestly, the only thing that would make that better would be if one of the guys there was actually gay and had come onto Black Star because of his motives. Then he shivered, remembering being hit on by that male volleyball player back at the beach. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t a good idea to make fun of Black Star.
Kid then smiled again, giving her a nod to show her that he agreed. He angled his head a bit so that she could hear him when he spoke. “That would be a nice idea. Suppose….suppose after dinner tomorrow night, you and I grabbed dessert and flew to one of the higher buildings and enjoyed our meal there?” he asked, afraid that he’d maybe offered too much in one night. Girls didn’t like having too much forced onto them right? He couldn’t help it though, and had offered it before he could hold himself back. It sounded nice though and she had brought it up so maybe she would agree to it. “There’s a restaurant around here that makes only gourmet desserts. They have them in a few other states and I’ve tried them…so if you agree, maybe we could grab something from there?” he asked, hoping to convince her.
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Post by Fateful on Sept 18, 2011 22:00:15 GMT -5
Soul wasn't happy that she rolled away, but he let it go. After all, he wanted to hold her. But they were still close together. But it wasn't a big deal. He didn't want to be like weird by wanting to pres her body against him. Ugh... it was creepy just to think about. Why did he want his hands on her body? To shake the thoughts from his head, he immediately wondered 'what body?' but only succeeded in irritating himself for insulting her. Sighing, he put his attention back on her and actually smirked. Yeah, spirit was a pain. But whatever. He was just there.
"All people make bad choices. It just depends on how bad the choice itself is." He added, shrugging his shoulders. It was true. His father had made mistakes, he knew that. And he'd made his share of them. When he came up with the plan to get Blair's soul without telling Maka... he felt horrible for hurting her like that. And the look on her face, the way she had cried. IT made him shudder. But, it was why they worked so well together. And why he preferred to be resonated when they battled. "Yeah. I thought it was weird, but it seemed to make you happy. I don't know how he kept getting in, but I assume that Blair started to let him in after a while."
Soul shrugged. "Writing isn't my thing, and I don't read a lot. But I sorta know what you mean. Once they fall in love, it's happily ever after. ANd unless you're gonna write about their nightly adventures, it's not gonna be as interesting you know? When people get married, things sorta end. Married means that you're gonna have kids. And Kids don't go with battling and traveling around the world, you know? ANd that's been the style of stories since the beginning." He watched her laying on the bed, and he couldn't stop himself from grinning. She looked perfect wrapped in white sheets, innocent, happy, sweet. What the hell!
Why was he thinking this shit about his meister?! Ugh... He rolled onto his back and closed his eyes. "I um... Sorta think we should get some sleep. The drive and stuff tomorrow, you know? I don't want to screw up our sleep schedule too bad."
Liz started to laugh against Kid's shoulder. It was an interesting sensation for her, feeling his body shake when it made contact with hers. Holding onto him, she wrapped her arms around him a little tighter as they moved through the sky. The city around them was sparkling brightly. "Black Star is just one of those guys that feels any attention is good attention. Even if they want his head on a platter. I sorta admire him for his quality. There are times when he means well, and I know that he's a good friend. He brought you back to me... That means I owe him a lot." She glanced over Kid's shoulder at the sights in front of him. She shifted her weight to put her legs behind his.
She was surprised that he had gone this long without freaking out... All of this was so unsymmetrical, but he was dealing with it for her, and that made her feel beyond special. "Dessert in the sky? Are you kidding me, that sounds like the best idea in the entire world!" She exclaimed, her arms tightening around him in a hug. "But we might have to actually sit down for that. Can you fly Beelzebub sitting, or do you have to be standing?" It seemed plausible that he could do it either way... If it was powered by his soul, but only he would know. "Kid, you don't need to convince me to go for a ride with you. That sounds like the best thing we could do, anywhere, no matter what we did before it." She stated, wondering if they could fly together once they got back to Death City. If he did something like this with her once a year it would delight her, nevermind if they did it constantly.
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Post by belated valentine on Sept 19, 2011 21:41:15 GMT -5
Maka paused for a moment before she looked away and nodded. “Ah…okay,” she replied quietly. She moved away from him to get to her side of the bed, tucking herself beneath the covers. She couldn’t help but feel a bit hurt that he hadn’t answered her question. Had he not heard her? Or maybe he’d intentionally avoided it and changed the subject. Pulling the blanket up to chin, she angled herself away from him, her back facing him as she curled up on her side of the bed. “Goodnight, Soul,” she said, hoping her voice didn’t crack or seem too forced. Shifting, she realized that the light was still on, so she moved and flicked off the lamp on the nightstand beside the bed. She dropped back onto the mattress and returned to her place, knees in front of her with her fingers woven into the blanket around her neck.
It was okay, she thought, staring into the darkness in before her. It was okay because this was reality and that was how things were in reality. And it was because she was a girl that she had these feelings, because girls were naïve and vulnerable and this was what they did. When she’d first become partners with Soul, she promised that she would never become too attached or too dependent on him. However, years later, she found that maybe that was impossible. After all, she was useless without a weapon, and therefore, depended on him more than Black Star did Tsubaki or Kid, the sisters. Perhaps, she should have let her hands be hands and use him for he was meant, instead of letting her heart be a heart and love him for what he was. Because when silly attachments like these were made, nobody left whole. Except, Maka had been almost certain that when they separated, he wouldn’t leave her, at least not entirely. She desperately wished that she could be more like her mother; she wished that she could take the first step and just leave so that when he left, she would have already been gone.
But it was okay, she told herself again. So what if Soul got a girlfriend and stopped spending time with her. Even though they were best friends, she was still only his meister. And honestly, what girl would be fine with her boyfriend being best friends with another girl? Pfft, like there was anything to be jealous of there. Whatever girl he ended up dating would probably have big breasts and nice curves, a beautiful face and equally beautiful hair. But she supposed this was another part of being a girl: jealously, much like what she as feeling right now. Tugging the blanket up further, she buried her face in it and let out a light, quiet sigh into the scented sheets. She shifted beneath the beneath them, the fabric feeling cold on her bare legs, and clamped her eyes shut as she tried to force sleep upon herself.
Kid nodded. “Black Star’s not a bad person. He has good intentions, he’s just really loud with them,” he said, glancing back at her. What he said was true; Black Star was a damn good fighter and not too bad of a friend either. He was one of the people that once they made their mind up about a person, his view didn’t shift. If Black Star was on your side, you could count on him staying there. Shibusen needed loyalty. The defeat of Asura could only be achieved through standing together. They were stronger as a whole anyway. Listening to her next words, he couldn’t help but laugh. “No, no…Of course not. Beelzebub isn’t big enough to accommodate two grown people while they eat. I was going off of what you told me: finding the tallest building here and watching the skyline from there. I just suggested bringing dessert with us,” he added, laughing lightly. “Eating while flying probably isn’t a good idea,” he said.
He realized he was beginning to feel tired. As much as he didn’t want this day to end, he knew that they both needed their sleep if they were going to go out tomorrow night. “Think we should head back now? It’s getting kind of late and we both need to rest,” he said, looking over his shoulder and at the caramel blonde. As he spoke, he made a large U in the sky slowly, turning around to head back toward the hotel. He could honestly say he’d had a great day, probably one of the best he’d had in a long while. He couldn’t wait to do it again. Spending time with Liz was easy and comfortable – despite the slight awkwardness that arose every once in a bit but he was pretty sure he was the only one that felt it – and he enjoyed it immensely. The day had seemed to go by so fast and he wished it would have lasted longer. He also wished that his Shinigami body would have pulled through for him a little longer. Then again, he knew that Liz was tired too so it wouldn’t matter if he could stay up if she couldn’t.
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Post by Fateful on Sept 23, 2011 19:35:45 GMT -5
[ le magic ]
Soul woke up expecting to be in a bed alone. Having forgotten he fell asleep in a hotel with Maka, he rolled slightly, his body pressing against something soft and walk. Cuddling against it, he smiled, resting his chin on something too firm to be a pillow. Slowly, garnet eyes opened for a moment, using his leg to try to move his pillow. It wasn't until then he realized that pillows were this size, nor were they blonde. Blinking several times, he cleared his eyes and groaned. Damn it. This was going to suck. This was going to really suck when Maka woke up. Moving away from her, he groaned softly and laid on his back. Well, at least he wasn't that spring this morning. Not that being pressed against another body helped. Sitting up, he ran a hand through his messy hair and debating getting breakfast, or brushing his hair. He took a shower the night before, so he didn't have to take one now, but it might help things along...
Deciding against it, he stretched and walked out of the room. A few of the band members were awake, eating a room service breakfast, which was what drew Soul out of his room. It smelled amazing and he was already drooling. He'd forgotten to put a shirt on, but he didn't need it to eat. He ate shirtless all the time, even if it was just with Maka.
"Aw, what happened to your chest sweetie?"
"Huh?" Soul asked, after sitting, making himself a plate.
THe girl laughed and leaned forward, pressing her breasts together. "The scar." And that was one hell of a low cut shirt.
Soul's eyes wandered her cleavage up to her face and he gulped. Well... shit... "O-Oh..." He mumbled. "I'm a weapon from Death City. I got it in a battle." He then shrugged it off. It wasn't as if he went around bragging about his battle scars.
"A weapon?! Really! That's so hot, what are you?"
"I'm a scythe." He stated simply.
"Ooo! That's hot. What is your girlfriend?"
Soul continued eating. "Maka is my meister."
The girl stared, confused. "She... fights?"
Looking at her, Soul ran his tongue over his teeth to brush food off of it. "Yes. She is my meister, and the best meister in Death City." He didn't give a shit about Black Star or Kid. Kid was a shinigami, and Maka had made a Death Scythe (he loved Black Star, but he cared for Maka more).
Hearing movement behind him, he grinned, loving that sound. "You're awake." He looked over his shoulder at Maka and smiled at her. "Come over here." He said, gesturing for her to come sit beside him. "I know you're hungry."
Liz was startled awake when something jumped on her bed. "Big sis! Big sis! wake up!" Patti chimed, ripping the covers off the bed, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into the living room. The younger pushed the older pistol onto the couch and darted out of the room. Entering teh boy's suite, she forced Black Star and Kid into the girl's living room hurriedly. Tsubaki was cooking breakfast in the kitchen, watching the energetic blonde who had been up for the past few hours. Plotting. It seemed she already had half a dozen schemes to get her sister and meister together. But Tsubaki couldn't object. The two made one another happy, and Kid needed something to make his life stable, and Liz did that quite well.
"This better be important.." Liz brought a hand up to her face and yawned heavily. "Why did you wake us up."
"I read about ti on the computer!" Patti boomed, turning on the tv and flipping to one of the music news stations, that was reporting on the Carmel movie festival.
The brunette on the television smiled at the camera. "Welcome back. The final performance of the night was by Thriving Ivory, which almost ended in cancellation when the pianist was pushed off stage by a drunk red headed man. His arm was broken, but luckily, a young man in the crowd joined the band on stage and played the piano. A dream was made into reality when they allowed him to sing." She paused, listening to a voice over. "And here is a clip of him singing."
The screen changed suddenly and showed Soul on stage, playing the piano, Maka right beside him. The camera flickered to Clayton as the song started. The camera moved rapidly before fixing on Soul who was singing in the place of the lead singer.
"I am more than you know, street lights and open roads. I am more than a face, stuck living in one place. So call me California; call me what you will, 'cause I am bigger than this place! And so far from alone...
"I don't believe in your hate, cause these scars are gonna faaaaaa-eade, so pour me out like water, and soak me up like rain... Like a runaway... I spend these nights counting stars, like a runaway. And maybe I could call this home tonight..."
The clip continued to play the instrumental as the same brunette woman started to speak again. "The performer identified himself as 'Soul Eater'; although we are unable to find out if this is his real name, or if it is an alias. The girl with him, introduced as his girlfriend, is named Maka."
"Like a runaway... Yeah... I whisper all these secrets, to a blank page on a line; said we don't speak like lovers, and my words are dripping with wine..."
Tsubaki dropped the plate she was holding. "No... No way!" She ran into the living room, sitting beside Black Star. There was no mistaking it. That was Soul's voice, and Maka's flushed cheeks.
"When burning bridges won't come down, like symphonies without a sound, I spend these nights counting stars. And wonder if there's hope for me out there! Out there! Like a runaway. I spend these nights counting stars... like a runaway. And maybe I could call this home tonight... Like a runaway... yeah."
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Post by belated valentine on Sept 23, 2011 22:25:16 GMT -5
Sometime during the night, Maka had shifted closer to him in the bed. Eventually, one of her legs had draped itself over his waist, her face pressed somewhere between his neck and chest. He was warm and comfortable and she’d lost her blanket at some point in her slumber, making using him as a pillow a rather inviting idea despite that it had been a subconscious decision that her body had made because her mind was too busy painting pictures for her to dream; boys with red eyes, morphing cats, and something about falling through clouds. In her mind, they were plummeting to the ground, which was quickly approaching. She was scrambling to find him in the air, her thin gloveless fingers stretching to their limit. They scraped against fabric and flesh and her eyes shot open. In place of a winged metal scythe, there was a human boy who couldn’t fly. They became a mess of tangled limbs then, as she desperately pleaded for him to change into a weapon. The ground was getting closer, and closer, and closer---
Maka jolted awake suddenly, breathing heavily as she stared up at the off white ceiling of the hotel room. Reaching up, she dropped a hand over her face, rubbing her eyes and letting out a sigh. She pulled herself up into a sitting position, stretching her arms out in front of her. Letting her eyes wander the room, she squinted at the sunlight that streamed in from the windows on either side of the bed, the thin white curtains barely putting up an effort to keep it outside. She noted that Soul was gone, which was strange since she generally woke up before him and had to waste at least a good fifteen minutes to fully get him out of bed. Then again, one of his favorite bands was in the other room so she doubted he’d sleep the entire day away. With a yawn, she dropped back onto the bed and lazed around for the next few minutes, enjoying the large queen sized bed now that it was all hers. Eventually, she pushed herself out from beneath the blanket, standing up on her wobbly legs. She stumbled a bit before regaining her balance and making her way to the bathroom, where she made a face at the mirror once she caught sight of her bed hair and sleepy eyes. There, she detangled her hair with a comb and brushed her teeth with one of the plastic wrapped disposable toothbrushes that had been sitting on the counter beside the sink. Somehow, she’d completely missed them yesterday. Once she deemed herself presentable, she left the confines of the bedroom and ventured out into the living space of the hotel.
Honestly, she couldn’t say she wasn’t surprised when she had to maneuver past beer cans and ash trays – and even a few sleeping people – to get to where she heard the others. Soul was already there, sitting at the table with a plate of breakfast. He turned back and looked at her, inviting her over. She smiled shyly at the others before she took her spot beside Soul. “Morning.” She took notice of the plate that was already set for her, courtesy of Soul who knew what she liked and didn’t by now. Reaching out to pick up her fork, she winced and reached up to scratch her shoulder. She pushed aside the fabric there and blinked at the light red mark before she shot a heated glance at her partner. “You bit me…!” she said. Maybe she was jumping to conclusions but what else could it be?
Kid could honestly say that he wished someone would have locked Patti in a closet the night before, especially since she had the audacity to wake him up a few minutes prior to eight o’ clock. She literally dragged him out of bed, threw some – horribly mix-matched if he had the right to say – clothing at him and instructed for him to get dressed. He couldn’t help but wonder whether or not he had gained a mother overnight. Either way, the shinigami released a sigh and did what he was told. It was too early in the morning to bother fighting with her and he was too groggy to care all that much. At least she hadn’t dressed[ him. She threatened to, but she hadn’t. Pulling on a pair of pants, he zipped them up and pulled on a belt. Then he found a crisp white dress shirt and pulled that on too, combing out his hair once he was done. After a trip to the bathroom to make sure he’d taken care of the usual morning routine, he was finally on his way out of his room. He opened the girls’ suite door without knocking this time, marching in and shutting the door behind himself. With a sigh, he sat down on the couch beside the others. “Good morning,” he let out nonchalantly.
He was confused. Wait what? Read what on the computer? Reaching up, he rubbed his eyes with his both of his hands to make sure he was awake fully. He returned his attention to the blonde who was currently babbling on about something he couldn’t fully understand because he’d entered the room halfway through it. “Wait, wait. Slow down, what’s going on?” he asked. His golden eyes flickered to the TV as it was turned on and Patti flipped to some music channel. A music festival? Big deal. Kid couldn’t care less about celebrities and their problems, which the world made out to be more important than they actually were. He watched anyway though, eyes widening a bit when he saw an ivory haired male climb onto the stage, followed by a girl. The camera zoomed in and Kid was proven right as Soul’s face became the main focus on the screen. “When did this happen?” he asked, glancing back at the others. Frankly, he knew that Soul could play the piano and the even the guitar fairly well, but he hadn’t had a clue that the weapon could sing as well. Then again, it wasn’t like Soul was one to bring things like that up. He preferred to keep his musical abilities out of their daily conversations.
The shinigami nearly jumped out of his own skin when Black Star shouted beside him. “YAHOO! Look at Soul! He’s almost as a big of a star as me, gotta give him props for that! Check it out, Maka’s all flustered. Fifty says the reason why they weren’t home last night was because he was too busy getting laid by his meister,” he said, throwing both arms over the back of the couch as he laughed. “I always told him chicks dig musical men, looks like he finally listened to me and did something about it! Of course, someone like me doesn’t need to be talented in something like music to win over the babes,” he continued through endless laughs, his head thrown back.
Kid rolled his eyes and shifted his body so that he was further away from him as to not become deaf from his random shouts. “This is interesting. I thought they’d just got held up at the concert, had no idea Soul was on stage,” he said, watching the screen. “Think we should give them a call?” he asked, smirking. He reached into his pocket to take out his slick black phone, settling for texting it in case he was still asleep. The last thing he wanted to listen to was Soul half awake and sleep-talking to him over the phone like he’d done previously.
Oh, good morning, Soul. That performance of yours yesterday – we all agree that it was very nice.
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Post by Fateful on Sept 24, 2011 16:54:35 GMT -5
Soul moved over just a bit so Maka could sit beside him and continued eating. He turned, shocked when she said he bit her. Oh no, there was no way he bit her! No! He wasn't a biter... W-Was he? Bending, he inspected the wound and then closed his eyes and smelled her shoulder. "You used some sorta fruit smelling bodywash. It makes me hungry." He stated with a shrug, as if it didn't matter. After all, he got hungry a lot in his sleep and that was part of the reason he slept on his back. When he slept on his side, he would drool. But on his back, he would swallow his saliva. Maka didn't seem happy, but he didn't care all that much. It didn't look like it hurt, and there was no blood. He hadn't hurt her, it was just red and looked a little irritated: maybe it was even itchy. But that wasn't his fault.
Nope.
Not his fault.
Never!
Sighing, he looked down at his plate and kept eating, but felt slightly guilty. "Sorry..." He mumbled, realizing that this was the first time he'd slept in a bed with Maka and that he showed his appreciation by gnawing on her. At least it could have been worse? He could have been all boner-ific or cock-tastic against her? Eh.. this wasn't much better. But whatever.
Having left his phone in his jeans, they were in the bedroom the two had stayed in, so it wouldn't be untila after breakfast that he could check his text messages.
"That's hot." One of the girls said, leaning toward him. "I don't mind if you bit me. I like guys when theyre biters..."
Liz hadn't even bothered to get dressed. She didn't see the point since she was wearing shorts and a tanktop. That and she didn't know the guys were going to be pulled in so fast. But seeing what Patti showed them made her mouth hang open just slightly. Woah... They all knew that Soul could play, but she had no idea that he could sing too. And not just sing, but as the girls in her neighborhood would have said: "Damn that fine boy can SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG" And she didn't disagree. Soul was really talented.
Which would have meant a little more if she wasn't so tired. "They're cute together." She said, seeing the two of them on stage, Soul starting to sing to her, rather than to the audience. "Maybe this means she'll realize how much she likes him and actually go out with him." She crossed her legs, leaning to the side and resting her body against Kid's as a brace. It came as no surprise that he was already dressed and looking his prim and proper self. It was rare that she had ever seen him in his night clothes, and she lived with him!
"I'm surprised Maka didn't call us and say she wasn't coming back. That's not like her. But maybe they got caught up doing one thing or another."
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Post by belated valentine on Sept 24, 2011 19:08:11 GMT -5
Maka stared down at the faux-hickie, lips pursed and eyebrows pulled down at the center. “Everything makes you hungry you bottomless pit,” she replied, dropping a hand over the spot on her shoulder, rubbing it. How had she not noticed this earlier? She wondered why she didn’t wake up when he did it. Had she really been that tired? Apparently so. She pulled the tank top sleeve back up over the mark and sighed, picking her fork up. Her green eyes wandered over to him as he apologized, noting the guilty expression on his face, and her face softened. With a roll of her eyes and light laugh, she reached over to flick a piece of hair out of his face with her pointer finger. “Guess it’s what I get for picking a shark to be my partner,” she teased with light affection. Then, she returned her attention to her food, using her fork to maneuver around the plate. Hearing the girl’s comment, she found herself stabbing the eggs on her plate with a little more force than necessary, green eyes flashing to the girl sitting on the other side of him.
A sound soul dwells within a sound mind and a sound body.
She repeated the mantra over her in her head, something she often did when she felt that she needed to relax. Cutting a piece of bacon in two, she glanced back at the girl again. “He’s not eighteen yet,” she informed absentmindedly, knowing the woman was at least twenty-five. The sheer fact that she was hitting on guys much younger than her was creepy. But then again, she remembered that guys were all for older woman because of their body and experience, so maybe it was best if she just shut up. Setting her lips in a grim line, she reached over for a piece of French toast, dropping back into her chair and tearing the piece of bread in half, smothering a portion of it in sweet butter.
“Oh, that’s okay~! He’s such a cutie though,” one of the girls commented as she walked into the room, sliding her arms around Soul’s neck from behind his chair. “The prettiest shade of hair and eyes, don’t you think?” Giving him a squeeze, she let him go and instead, placed a hand under his chin to tilt his head up. “Baby, what’s your surname?”
In the seat opposite of him, a man slammed his hand down onto the table. “EVANS!” he shouted, a grin on his face. It was the keyboardist who’d broken his arm, waving his good hand in the air. “I finally got it – you look like Wes Evans!”
Black Star snorted. “Doing one thing or another is definitely right,” he replied with dark undertones. “’Least Soul’s getting it done, unlike Lord Asexual here.” To make a point, he thumbed in the general direction of Kid. He dropped his hands to his knees them, leaning forward and laughing. “Man I can’t wait for him to get home now, there’s no way he’s getting out of this. ‘Course I’m gonna congratulate him first though, for finally getting laid.” He continued rambling about nonsense, getting off the couch as he did so in order to make his way into the kitchen. He came back out with a sandwich he’d gotten from Tsubaki, who was in the kitchen putting together breakfast sandwiches for them, and a soda, falling over the back of the couch and onto the cushion.
Kid watched him with disgust as he maneuvered his way back onto the furniture like a slug. He kind of felt as though he should have called Soul and told him not to come home for the next few days unless he wanted to deal with Black Star’s shenanigans, but then he remembered that if Soul was there and had really managed to sleep with Maka, then Black Star would leave his personal business alone – plus, maybe he was also a bit interested in what was going on too. As a reaper, Kid knew many things and sensed many things that dealt with souls. It was, and had been for a while, apparent to him of their attraction to each other. Soul talked about Maka more than most talked about their partners, granted a lot of it was whining about how she’d made him pick up after himself or bake girly things. He wondered if he’d told her yet. Needless to say, he was happy for his friend. His mind drifted to Liz again and he wondered if maybe Maka – who also had the ability to see souls like himself – could sense the way he felt about her. Or anyone really, he wondered if his gravitation toward the eldest Thompson was really that apparent. Black Star couldn’t see souls but he seemed spot on…
With a sigh, the ebony haired teen looked over at Black Star. “Anyway…the girls are going shopping today with Liz, you want to play some basketball out on the court when Soul comes back?”
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Post by Fateful on Sept 24, 2011 20:02:30 GMT -5
The weapon wondered what Maka thought of him. He'd bitten her, and it wasn't softly either. He knew she wasn't in pain. He could see that, or he would know. Now, he couldn't prove it, but Soul had a theory that once you resonated with someone a certain number of times, you were permanently bonded to them. It sounded like romantic nonsense... But that was how he felt about Maka. He just... knew everything about her. Sometimes, he felt that he could read her mind. As creepy as it sounded, he always had the urge to write music whenever she... ugh... fuck it was so awkward... He wanted to write songs when she was umm... having her monthly lady visitor?
It sounded stupid in his mind, but after about six months, he noticed the correlation between her, erm... cycle and his motivation. IT sounded stupid, especially because she was always so tired and sluggish when she got it. But he seemed to balance that out. It was also when he'd taken up learning baking. He just decided to make brownies one day. And she'd eaten the entire pan.
Soul tensed suddenly when he heard what the pianist said. Son of a bitch. Gritting his sharp teeth; anger started to pollute his soul. It was a side effect of the black blood; not to mention he didn't have a lot of control. It wasn't easy for Soul to hide his emotions, and they flared to the surface like an unfortunate boil or tumor. He felt Maka's hand on his own and he looked up at her. She knew that something was wrong... she always knew. It was the way his soul wavelength changed. The way his emotions played across his face like a movie screen. He looked down at his plate, but was no longer hungry enough to finish it. The disgust in his body couldn't build him up to finish it.
"Yeah..." He finally mumbled. "Wes is my brother." He confessed, glaring at his plate. "And technically we both look like our father." He stated, bitterness in his voice. "Even though we're told that we could be twins..." He hated that. They looked so much alike, but hew as the younger, second best musician.
Liz sighed. Oh, Black Star. "I think I'd rather live with a man who was Lord Asexual then Lord Sexual assault." She said, glancing over at Tsubaki with a smile. The shifting weapon laughed softly and smiled back at the older Thompson.
Somehow, that made Liz feel a little better and she stretched her arms above her head. "What else are you making over there Tsubaki?" However, she had the strange feeling she was going to have to cook anyway. Kid would never eat something that wasn't symmetrical, and she didn't want to put that pressure on Tsubaki. It wasn't fair to ask.
"I'm making omlettes." She'd made Black Star a sandwich because she knew he would prefer that to eggs.
Liz slid off the couch, having rested her hand on Kid's thigh to push herself up. "I'll help you." Patti tried to cook once in Gallow's Manor. She forgot and set fire to the kitchen. That was the first week they were there, when Liz was going through nicotine withdrawals and was in no condition. She had been trying to comfort her sister by making her something to eat. But, she was under the impression making the oven as hot as she could would make it cook faster.
Tsubaki smiled. "Thank you, Liz." SHe moved aside and allowed the other to help her.
Patti didn't seem pleased. "Shopping? Why are we going shopping?! It's only day three!" She whined.
Liz rolled her eyes. "I need a dress to go out to dinner in. I didn't bring anything formal with me."
That did not make Patti happier. "Who are you going out with Big Sis! You can't just abandon us!"
A guilty expression crossed Liz's face. "I... I didn't think you'd want to come with us, Patti. Do you want to come? I don't think Kid would--"
"Wait Kid? Oh no. I don't have to go. I forgot, I promised to help Tsubaki!" She rushed.
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Post by belated valentine on Sept 24, 2011 21:35:50 GMT -5
Maka was in the process of finishing off the last bit of her French toast when she suddenly felt Soul’s wavelength flare up. She stopped, lowered the bread that she’d almost bitten through, and looked at her partner with wide eyes. For the last minute or so, she had tuned things out and hadn’t caught what had been said, but she did hear the mention of his brother, Wes – his name was about the only thing she really knew about him, other than that he was a musician as well, and that Soul tensed whenever he was brought up. Moving her hand, she slid it over the top of his in hopes that it would calm him down. “Hey,” she whispered, but it’d gone unnoticed when he began to reply to the keyboardist. Her eyes shifted to look up at his face, noting the way his red eyes flashed dangerously.
“Ah, hell. See, I knew you guys were related some way,” he replied back with a smirk, but it quickly faded when he noticed how angry the young musician had become when he mentioned his sibling. He blinked in confusion. “Hey, what’s the problem? You’re an Evans kid, dunno why someone would be upset about that. Your family is known for being a family of highly skilled musicians. I had the honor of talking to your brother a few years ago; he’s a nice guy you know.” Picking up his glass of orange juice, he motioned toward Soul before he drank it. “…really talented too,” he finished after he was done with his drink.
The girl squealed. “Ohmygosh, you’re Wes’ brother? That’s amazing~! I went to one of his concerts last year. He’s gorgeous and such a classy man. Mmm, imagine hooking up with that.” She poked at one of the other girls and they broke out into a fit of giggles.
Maka watched, wondering what the hell was going on. It seemed like everyone at the table was a fan of Wes, but she’d never even seen him before. If he was such a big star, why hadn’t she heard about him more often? Then again, she was so out of tune with the music world that it was almost painfully humiliating. She didn’t keep up with celebrities or what they were currently doing. Either way, this whole conversation was making Soul uncomfortable and that barely happened. Grasping his hand a little tighter, she sat wondering what she was supposed to do.
Black Star snorted. “Yeah, right? You’re telling me you would rather live with Kid than a man who actually grew a pair and seduced you?” He stood up then, shoving his sandwich into his mouth to free his hands. He dropped said hands onto Kid’s shoulders and pushed him forward until he was standing before Liz. Then he pulled the sandwich back out of his mouth, swallowing what he’d bit off. “You’re telling me that you wouldn’t screw Kid, right now, if he asked you?”
“Blac-“
“And you, you’re trying to say that if this hot chick here stripped and told you she wanted you to give her a go, you would turn her down?” He asked, staring at him. When it became clear with the way Kid’s face instantly turned red and he stared back with his mouth agape that his question wasn’t getting answered, he threw up his arms and shook his head, walking away. “You guys just need to get together, do each other, and all that shit. I swear, it’s like I gotta run a relationship class for all of you. ‘Gonna tell Soul and Maka the same thing when they get back, assuming they haven’t banged yet.” He turned around and waltzed into the kitchen where Tsubaki was. “Tsubakiiii, I want another sandwich. Will you make God another sandwich?”
Kid had lost the ability to close his mouth, which left him standing there looking like some sort of deranged idiot. But honestly, how was he supposed to respond to that? When he finally managed to shut his gaping mouth, he swiftly turned away from Liz and marched away from them. Then he did the horrible act of looking up when Black Star poked his head from around the wall that separated the kitchen and held up both hands; one of them forming an ‘O’ while the other displayed only his pointer finger. He then proceeded to repeatedly push his finger through the loop he’d created with his other hand, grinning while he did so. Kid slapped a hand over his face and fell back onto the couch, groaning. “….hate everything,” he muttered into his hands.
In the distance, he heard Patti make a comment about going shopping and he suddenly became nervous about whether or not Liz would still go with him after this ordeal that Black Star created. Surely things wouldn’t be awkward between them?
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Post by Fateful on Sept 24, 2011 22:01:49 GMT -5
Soul was just getting more and more angry. His grip tightened rapidly around Maka's hand, almost crushing it. He was about to lose it. This is always what happened to him. Every mother fucking time. As soon as Wes came up, it turned into how talented Wes was, how sexy he was, how good of a person he was. That Soul was lucky to be his brother! That Soul was talented, JUST LIKE HIM. That Soul was always second best; the second born child... An Evans first, never a weapon; just a musician, always being caught in Wes' shadow. He wasn't anything, just a blurred haze in his brother's shadow; running behind a German made car, condemned never to be able to catch up. Hearing Maka's soul wavelength peak, he let go of her hand instantly, scared that he hurt her. Looking at her hand and then up at her, he just stared.
Anger faded, a scared and dejected look replaced the boiling frustration he'd felt. He... he'd hurt his partner too. "Yeah..." He mumbled, done eating, for certain. "Wes is amazing..." He agreed, his anger faded. There was no point in yelling about it now. "He's probably the best brother anyone could ask for, he's thoughtful and considerate. He does concerts once a year and donates all of the money to various charities. He's been a part of dozens of bands, and appears with hundreds of songs, all over the world... And he's doesn't let it get to him. He's... selfless. Women love him." He smiled, the most artificial smile he had; but they didn't seem to notice that what he really wanted was to just leave. And, even though he would never admit it; he wanted to cry.
Liz couldn't believe what she was hearing. What? Black Star was... a fucking idiot. She LIVED with Kid, that didn't mean she wanted to go out with him! Or that she was going to ruin the only good thing that ever happened in her life! He was the only person that ever gave a shit about her (outside of her sister) and she wouldn't ruin that. Anger boiled, and her eye twitched. She wanted to kill Black Star. She would have just walked away, but she tensed and glared at him. "No!" She yelled suddenly. "God, what is it with you?! Sex does not run the world Black Star. I would never ruin the only positive relationship I've ever had with a man by having sex with him. That would destroy everything! Kid is my friend..." Something inside of her suddenly hurt and she stormed out of the room, her sister trailing behind her.
Patti paused in the doorway, looking over at Kid and Black Star, but followed her sister.
Tsubaki sighed and shook her head, continuing to make breakfast for the others. Black Star could wait a little while for another sandwich, he had one right now. She continued to cook and looked up at Liz. "A dress? Where are you two going?"
Liz shrugged. "I'm not all that sure. Kid is more familiar with this area than I am, and he said that he'd buy me a dress to go out to dinner with him, as long as it wasn't an asymmetrical dress." SHe smiled, recalling the memory of the night before, and she was happy.Looking at her sister, she shifted. "Are you sure you don't want to come Patti? I mentioned you last night and Kid said that he would be okay with you coming..." She was worried now... her sister wanted to go and then backed out. Was she upset with her.
Patti shook her head. "No, Big sis! It's okay. I thought you were going with another guy, which isn't fair. You're not allowed to date a guy unless I meet him first. But if you're going with Kid, then it's okay. I promised to help Tsubaki tonight. Right Tsubaki?"
The other weapon looked up suddenly. "W-What? O-Oh! Yes! Of course! Patti promised to help me calm down Black Star." She saw Patti glare at her. "A-and... we were going to have...a... a movie night! Yeah! We planned on watching movies all night. A mix and match you know? Since the movie we watched the first night, we thought it would be a cool girl tradition. But I suppose we could let you out of this one. But that means you owe us something for next time! So we're going to have the party in Gallow's Manor when we return to Death City."
Liz smiled. "Yeah. I can arrange that. Kid has a private viewing room for movies. And I doubt that he'd mind."
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Post by belated valentine on Sept 24, 2011 23:43:52 GMT -5
Maka made a small sound of discomfort as he squeezed her hand to the point where it began to hurt. “Soul,” she whispered, staring up at him. She could tell just by the way his soul currently looked, felt, that he was having some sort of internal battle. But Soul was too good, to experienced, at covering up his feelings. He knew how to keep them at bay, keep other people from seeing them. But Maka wasn’t stupid. Even if he tried to cover up on the outside, she knew something was going on inside. There was an explosion, there was thunder and lighting and rain and hail and everything happening inside of him right now. He finally noticed her, letting go of her hand. She flexed it repeatedly, trying to retrieve feeling. Then she watched his face shift to that of fear and she opened her mouth again so that she could comfort him and tell him that it was okay and he didn’t hurt her, but he spoke up before she could. Her eyes shifted back to the keyboardist, who seemed confused and lost at what was going on. It appeared that he felt the tension as well, as did everyone in the room, and didn’t know what to say.
Maka stood up, pushing her chair back. She looked around the room again, a little nervously. Then she grasped her partner by the upper arm, motioned for him to stand up with her, and then looked back at the others. “Uh, excuse us…there’s a few things we need to do before we leave,” she said politely before turning around and tugging Soul along with her. The nearest door to them when they got back to the living room was the door to the balcony, which she swung open and entered. Maybe some fresh air would help him, and it looked like no one else was there. Pushing the boy to sit in one of the chairs, she stood up in front of him. “Soul..” she started, wanting him to look up at her but it seemed like he didn’t really want to. “Will you talk to me?” she asked, bending down a bit. “Please? Will you tell me what’s wrong? Was it about your brother?” The girl paused for a moment before she slid her arms around him and pulled him into a hug, resting her head on his shoulder. Her hands slowly slid down his back before sliding up again, repeating the manner in hopes that it would help relax him. “You’re not your brother…you’re never going to be your brother. You’ll always be Soul and for me and the rest of your friends, that’s more than enough.
Kid was suddenly very aware of Liz’s wavelength fluttering with sadness and pain, something that alerted him and caused him to look up and at her, his eyes wide. He almost expected to see her bleeding or hurt or something. Standing up, he was quickly at her side, reaching out to place a hand on her shoulder. However, before he could do so, she’d already left the room and had sped to the kitchen to join the other girls. He glared at Black Star, who was still stationed at the edge of the wall, leaning on the frame of the open doorway that marked the entrance of the kitchen. He seemed confused, like he had no idea what the hell had just happened. The next thing that he did was something Kid never really liked doing, but felt that in this situation, it was really needed: he punched Black Star. The boy’s head flew back, hitting the wall as he let out a howl of pain. He instantly began to complain once he’d regained his balance, even tried to hit him back but Kid had dodged it last second and was headed into the crowd of the others. Once he was beside Liz, he dropped a hand onto her shoulder and smiled warmly at her, hoping to rid of her whatever feelings she had previously had.
“That’s a nice idea,” he said with a nod. “See, things are just fine. The others can have a nice movie night while we enjoy dinner. I apologize for interrupting your ‘girl tradition’, but you’ll have plenty of time to make up for it once you enjoy your shopping trip today.” He smiled and looked at them. “We’ll have our own ‘guy’ time as well, so it works out.” Wrapping an arm around Liz’s shoulder, he pulled her toward him gently and smiled, looking down at her. Then he looked at Tsubaki once she asked where they were going. “Oh, uh, there’s a nice Italian restaurant around here called Albinoleffe. It contains some of greatest Italian food here in the US and is run by some very nice people that my father once associated with. I believe that Liz will enjoy it, right?” he asked, looking over at the caramel blonde for approval.
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Post by Fateful on Sept 25, 2011 0:14:18 GMT -5
Soul blinked, seeing Maka stand up. "Sorry..." He said, suddenly feeling his personality return. He hadn't noticed the stares or the way others noticed the tension. He was just... It wasn't his fault. He was sorry. Sighing, he walked with Maka, letting her lead him for a change. His eyes focused on the floor, watching the change of carpet and then the wooden and metal floor of the balcony. Snapped from his fantasy, he looked up and stared at Maka.
"What?" He mumbled, unfocused. Then, he heard the fear in her soul wavelength and he sighed. Then he jerked away from her. "That's the fucking problem!" He yelled. "I'm not Wes! I'll never be as good as Wes, or as talented as Wes; or as tall as Wes, or as proper as Wes; or as successful as Wes; or as charming Wes is; or as poetic; or graceful; or talented; or happy; or appreciative; or admired!" He yelled, punching the wall as hard as he could. He hated this. His body was shaking, he couldn't believe he had just confessed that to Maka. His parents always told him to be more like Wes, to write more, to study harder, to care more about others, to follow the family traditions. He hated it! His legs gave out and he fell to his knees. Looking down at the floor, he closed his eyes tightly, hunching over, hands on the ground.
"I'm sorry..." He mumbled. "I didn't mean to lose it on you, Maka... You're the only person that ever actually cared about me. I just... When people know that I'm related to Wes; they don't see me. They see Wes."
Liz wasn't sure what to feel when she was in the kitchen with her sister. This same strange pain kept clutching her body. What the hell was this? All she could think of was hurting Kid, or doing something unspeakably horrible to him that would make him hate her. It made her body hurt, and she wished that she could shake and let her weakness show. But she could never be weak in front of Patti. That was never a possibility for her. Why did she suddenly feel guilty? Patti was upset with her for going out to dinner without her, and was trying to make her go with Kid without her. She was lying. She wanted to go... But Liz couldn't make her sister admit it.
And Kid? He... he did everything for her. He gave everything to her. He was the only family she ever had. And he-- Shock came through her body and she went light headed suddenly. Looking up, she saw Kid's face and smiled; feeling strangely at ease. His arm wrapped around her shoulder and her eyes fluttered closed, leaning back against his chest. Why did she feel this way? How could he just make everything better instantly, especially when he wasn't doing anything. Kid had some ungodly shinigami power to live through inhuman injuries, and he had the ability to pacify her soul. Sighing, it felt like her soul was melting into his. "Yeah. I love Italian food." She said honestly, eyes finally opening. Looking up at him, she smiled, feeling better than she had before.
Black STar was wrong... Kid would never ask her to do something so... disgusting... He'd never hurt her; if anything, she'd hurt him...
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