Like Tissue

Plot: He ripped through her comfortable schoolgirl facade—like tissue.

Disclaimer:I do not own Soul Eater, the song Animal by some lady that either is—or sounds just like Lady Gaga, or Chucks.

Wait. No. I own a pair Chucks…

…Ignore that last disclaim.

Chapter 1:

Rewind

Where's that damned alarm clock?

Okay…How does she turn it off again?

…Where's the snooze button then?

Ungh—the ringing is making her headache even—worse…

Where is-?

The device was thrown to the ground for much required silence and in that instant, her hangover lessened…ever so slightly,

"Mmph…Thanks—"

"Yeah."

Yeah?

Her hand abruptly reached inside her sheets to pull them back; her eyes discovered a no-name, naturally muscular, man in her bedroom. He was pulling up his jeans before going over to the other side of her room to retrieve his shirt.

A million things ran through her mind as she watched the stranger dress. W—What happened last night? Di—did they do…what this obviously screams that they did—? She sat up fully, covers still—well covering her fairly nude body—the headache, nausea, thirst, and sickness banging loudly through her brain from the sudden movement.

The guy had sat down on the edge of her bed, putting on his shoes, "'Morning."

"Yeah…" She touched her dull blond hair while staring at the stranger's snow-white hair. Her eyes then trailed off to the entrance of her bedroom…she saw her shoes…her skirt…tank top further down the hallway…

"Wow…I'm a slut now."

The guy paused after tying his Chucks; he then sat up to turn to her. His ruby colored iris' threw her off and made her hangover thrum against her brain tentatively, "No…you're not. Just embracing your sexuality."

Is that not…the nice way to call her a fast little harlot…though she knows she's far from being a prostitute?

She'll keep that to herself though.

The female then fell back against her pillows, groaning from her hangover, being in this rather awkward predicament, and having this deep down satisfaction of luring a fairly attractive (that word does not give this guy much justice…he embodies sex appeal without even trying) male into her bed.

Too bad the hangover is stopping her from recalling what exactly happened last night at the moment.

The guy stood to his feet, hands in his pockets, "Well…see ya."

That's it? Oh. So this is how a One Night Stand works. Fuck and move on with life as if nothing happened. Great…now she's thinking vulgar talk.

Well, she pretty much put herself out there for the stranger so she has nothing else much to lose...

"Can I get a name…so I won't feel like I screwed a complete stranger?"

The guy didn't turn to face her, exiting with his keys jingling, "No need. You know my name already, Maka."

Wait…they exchanged names?

When did this happen exactly?

In her drunken fury or sexual fury…or both?

…How…embarrassing.

The guy must have read her mind as he turned to her, tilting his head, revealing his canine like teeth, "You got my name a little before we discussed our deal."

Deal?

He cracked a smirk, "You were that gone huh?"

Maka put a hand to her temple, "…I guess so…"

"Soul."

"Huh?"

"Name's Soul. See ya later."

Sounded like sooner than later too.

"Eighth glass of water…"

"Never…again…Hangovers are not worth it."

Maka's roommate/best friend giggled, "You did get a little drunk…"

The dull blond young female sighed with satisfaction from her water chugging before she let the glass slam to the table, "A little? That little bit of drunkenness landed me a guy in my bed, Tsubaki."

Tsubaki raised a brow, "You slept with someone too?"

"…You don't have to say it like that."

"I mean…you're the last person I would imagine having a One-Night-Stand with anyone…"

"You judging me isn't making me feel any better."

"Sorry…but still."

Maka grumbled, letting her head fall to the table, "When I said I wanted to live a little…I didn't mean go wild."

Tsubaki petted her friend's head, "If it makes you feel any better…you kicked that one guy in the nuts for getting too touchy-feel-y."

"…That's another thing…I don't remember any of that…I just remember everything up till…running into…Soul…" Maka's moss-like colored eyes dazed out into a sudden epiphany.

Tsubaki looked towards her in question, patiently waiting for her to continue.

"Oh!"

"Oh?"

"I remember now!"

It was as though her mind did a mental and visual rewind on last night's events.

It was Friday night and it was another attempt at a "College" party. At the last one, Maka sat on a couch between a random couple making out…though she was certain that was their first time ever meeting—ever, and a guy that wanted desperately to continue rubbing on her thigh. She wanted to ram a fist into his jaw…but couldn't find it in her to do so. Plus…she didn't want to scare off anybody that was probably looking at her amongst the drunken crowd.

She should have rammed her fist into the guy's jaw anyway.

It was awkward, sitting there and not doing anything. She was an observer…a boring one at that. Feeling out of place, she couldn't help but hear Tsubaki's little obnoxious, blue haired, crush tell her within the contents of her mind, "You're nothing but an uptight bookworm! Live a little!"

She would never admit that it got under her skin. She liked to have a fun time, dance (though she isn't an expert at it…at all), laugh, do reckless—impulsive things, and sure…yeah—read too. She loved to read. She's also more of a homebody…but in the end, she liked those other things too…

She was too comfortable, she concluded, with living up to the image of the "bookworm", the "schoolgirl", and the "saint" of their group. Though…deep down…she wasn't a "saint" at all. Academics and books were important but there were other aspects to her than just those things. At that moment she felt as though she didn't like keeping up an image that…sort of…didn't suit her anymore. Especially now that she's in college. She should be herself, live a little, and stop playing it safe. Who cares what anyone else thinks?

Plus…she really wanted to ram her fist into that guy's jaw.

The party last night was sort of a test. Her personal goal was to take a couple of shots, initiate a dance with the opposite sex, flirt, do something reckless, and just be bold.

Have fun.

It wasn't long till she lost Tsubaki and was sitting on a couch, by herself, awkwardly staring at the drunken mass of young adults that wanted to lose themselves in the bass of the stereo pumping…again.

"You look out of place."

Maka turned to her right, gazing upon a striking male with pure white hair that held back only so much with a thin headband. He seemed a little uncomfortable being there too…if not—just as much as she. His black jacket fit him comfortably along with his mood.

"You do too," she replied loudly, trying to be heard over the loud music.

He gave her a sharp smirk, "I fit in a little better than you do."

With that said, he raised his plastic red cup for emphasis. She crossed her legs, "Okay. I give you that."

As soon as she said that, someone toppled down the stairs, receiving laughs from witnesses.

"That idiot…" the guy's ruby, lazy eyes shifted slowly to the side in irritation.

"YAHOOO! HEY SOUL! THIS, STUFF, IS, GREAT!"

Soul didn't budge and Maka didn't realize that his arm was resting behind her head on the sofa's cushion nonchalantly. She didn't make a scene so she sat there…as calm as ever.

"What? You're hanging with Saint-y—Ms. Bookworm pants?" the blue haired "idiot" exclaimed in a slur, finding his way over to the two, a red cup in his hand as well.

"Soul" raised a brow, dared himself to look over Maka in her white loose tank top, black skirt, and black combat boots. It was a fairly simple yet provocative look…that fit her but he couldn't find it in her to explain why it did.

"Saint-y Ms. Bookworm pants?"

Maka rolled her eyes, "Hi Black*Star."

"Hey schoolgirl," Black*Star took a swig of his drink, cleared his throat in satisfaction, before punching Soul in the arm, "Stop sitting there being boring and cool and go wreck shit! C'mon! But don't take my shine. You know I have to be the life of the party."

"Right. You wouldn't be Black*Star if you weren't," Soul replied, every word dripping in sarcasm.

"You betcha. Shit man! Loosen up. Get boned. Do something," he punched Soul in the arm again before being dragged away to chug alcohol down his throat with other rowdy men.

Soul rubbed his arm with annoyance before drinking out of his red cup listlessly.

"Aren't you the designated driver?"

He perked a brow, "What makes you think I'm the designated driver?"

"You're calm, laidback, nonchalant…and mature—well…that's what you seem like to me."

"Yeah? That's cool."

"You just seem like that friend that takes their drunk as hell friend home safely."

"Black*Star is finding his own ride back home for all I care," Soul grunted, "And besides, this isn't alcohol. It's water."

"Oh…that's…clever."

He shrugged in a blasé kind of manner, "Keeps the idiot from getting on my ass about drinking. I don't like taking cabs home…drunk either. I don't like not being in control."

Maka was impressed by this remark, feeling juvenile about her intentions on trying to get drunk earlier.

Soul sighed, "But acting like I have beer in a cup isn't enough for him to mind his damn business. Now he wants me to fuck the town."

She blinked at his blunt confession. He shrugged again, "Well. Not literally. But he expects me to bring home a girl every other night."

"You two are roommates?"

"Yeah. I regret it everyday," he said dryly. A gesture of his hand with the cup in it caught her attention as he addressed her, "And you? Saint-y—Ms. Bookworm?"

"He's convinced I'm a stick in the mud."

"Oh."

"And thinks I should let loose and live a little."

"You agree with him?"

"…Kinda."

"Well. Act on it."

Maka frowned, "Yeah but—."

A brunette with blond highlights toppled over, laughing drunkenly before getting back on her feet to swing her hair about. The dull blond on the sofa beside the apathetic male looked over at the girl before turning her attention back at him, "I—I kinda do…but not lose my head at the same time."

He raised a brow before standing up, "Come with me."

One minute she was holding on to his shoulder to guide through the crowd and the next she was given a wine cooler.

"Uh…"

"Start with those. It's not too strong but…it'll hit the spot," he pointed to the cooler where he got them from, "Plenty left too if you want more."

Maka's lips pursed as she opened the bottle, pressed the glass tip to her mouth, and drunk it down in almost one gulp. Once she finished, she turned to an incredulous Soul, "What?"

"You weren't supposed to drink it that fast."

"…Why not? You said it wasn't that strong."

"Yeah but—nevermind. You'll see."

She shrugged, smiling, feeling a little bold though she doubt it had anything to do with the wine cooler. She grabbed another, drinking it at a considerable pace this time, leaning against the counter, "I have an idea. A deal."

"A deal?" Soul raised both brows, a hand in his pocket and the other sitting his red cup down beside her.

"Yeah. We both want to shut Black*Star up."

"I could give a damn."

"But he is still annoying."

His eyes watched her try some beer, smirked when she made a face, grabbed it from her to carelessly hand it to someone else who willingly downed it easily before cheering, and then replied, "Yeah. He is."

"So…I mean…we could help each other out. You're laidback and aloof. You could teach me how to let loose—"

Soul chuckled and Maka wasn't sure if it was her that thought he sounded tempting or the alcohol that was building up in her system making her think that way. Whatever. She should take some shots just because. Maybe she could go stronger. She still wanted to check off from her mental list of things to do at this party…might as well go with it.

"Black*Star tells me I should live a little…I think he's a better teacher than I."

"He's an idiot. I like you better."

Cross off "Flirt" from mental list.

Soul gave an amused look, "Okay…I'll bite."

"Everything's fair game…" Maka's voice slurred, keeping her ears open for shots. "I mean everything."

His eyes looked over her from top to bottom, "Everything?"

"You won't have to leave yourself open for STD's by taking home a lot of random girls."

His eyes widened slightly.

Being "Bold" just got crossed off from mental list. She's on the roll. Those wine coolers did hit the spot. She lost count on how many she actually drunk but…well. What the hell huh?

"WHOO~ CAN HOLD THEIR SHOTS! WHO~?"

"I'll be right back," Maka grew excited, sitting her empty bottle down, ready to go for the next thing to cross off of her mental list.

"Wait. What's your name? I don't think it's Bookworm or Saint."

"Maka. Maka Albarn."

She could have sworn she heard him slurp, "Cool."

It didn't take long for the alcohol to burn down her throat and make her stop completely after her third round of shots. Another down…two more to go off of her mental "live a little" list: dance with a guy…and do something reckless.

She couldn't understand what she was saying anymore…or if she was saying anything at all. That thought made her laugh…and laugh loudly before she found Tsubaki. Her friend seemed to be looking for Black*Star but she could see him later. Maka wanted to dance and needed a wingman.

"TSUBAKI! Leshh—letshh go danch oh-kaay?"

"…Are you drunk?"

Maka gasped, whispering in Tsubaki's ear, "How'd'ya know!"

Tsubaki frowned, "We should probably get back—"

"Noooooooo Baki! Live a little! I'm livin! Sheee?" Maka opened her arms to reveal herself breathing, "I be livin'—livin' hard."

Tsubaki furrowed her brows. Oh…she's being such a bore. Maka made a face before being whisked away by a random guy who squeezed her hips, "Don't mind her. You were right! She should live a little!"

"Yeashhh!" Maka punched the air before patting the guy in the chest.

He grabbed her ass, and even though she was fairly intoxicated she glared at him, "No."

"What? C'mon babe~ live what you preach," he rubbed up her thigh and up her skirt.

Maka glared, "Shtop." She kneed him where it brings tears, watching him double over. He grunted an angry, "Bitch" while she turned on her heel to find someone else to dance on. Everything was spinning, she was jumping in the crowd on beat, and most importantly…she was having fun.

Maybe she's not in complete control but it was still fun none-the-less.

The song switched to something that doesn't get any radio play but was still good enough to make everyone sway in a lustful rage. Maka found Soul leaning against the wall, watching her.

His lips parted ever so slightly to drink the rest of the water in his red cup, bedroom ruby eyes not leaving her form when the lyrics to the song exclaimed, "I can see the way that you're lookin' at me~ Like you're hungry and I am the only thing that you see~"

She grinned lazily, going over to him and pulling him into the crowd, "Come danchhe!"

"I'll pass…"

"C'mon!"

She wasn't sure how it went from awkward movements, to those that were in sync, to hands roaming but not at all in an uncomfortable way, to breaths being exchanged without lips locking, to his eyes looking at her hungrily even though he muttered about not wanting to take advantage of her when she's drunk.

"I don't care."

It was a clear statement, one that sort of surprised the white-haired young man.

"It's apart of the deal."

"I don't mean to blame you~ I'm just trying to tame you—You're an animal, animal. An animal, animal…"

A slow smirk graced his features, revealing those sharp teeth of his, "You were serious about it?"

Moss like eyes stared up at him defiantly.

"That's cool. It's a deal."

Cross out "Dancing with a guy" and "Being reckless" at the same time. In the middle of the crowd, the two of them didn't care if people watched him biting at her neck, and her grabbing at his hair, biting down on her bottom lip to help stop her from making pleasurable sounds...though no one would probably notice or care.

"Hold me down and take control~ Mess up my hair, all crazy sex-u-al~ Do it like an animal. Hot in the jungle, exotic apparel~"

From then on…it was a blur.

She didn't remember leaving the party, riding his motorcycle, distracting him as he drove, telling him how to get to her apartment against the back of his neck, being carried up to that same apartment, clothes ripping off once entering her apartment, or the sheets that were tangled about them through the night.

She remembered how amazing it felt and that song's line,"You're an animal, animal. An animal, animal~" playing over and over again in her mind.

But that was all.

A/N: ~I can see the way that you're looking at meeee

Like you're hungry and I am the only thing that you seeee

Won't tame you, love the way you're watching meeeeee~

This week...has been trying. But that's okay...I suppose. Go listen to that song! I was addicted to it for more than two days.

Wink, wink and smooches~