Alright, so I know that I'm taking on waaay too much here by doing this, but I've decided to do a series of one-shot songfics by none other than Eminem. And no, it's not because he's my absolute favorite artist of life and he's a god or whatever. It's because I feel like his songs are really from the heart, and sometimes stuff we can all relate to. And, I've really wanted to do a songfic for a few SoMa oneshots from songs by him, and I've now decided, Hey, there's a shitload of stuff I can use, so why not just do a OneShot collection of Eminem songs?

So, Sorry, if you don't like Eminem or anything, although I don't think it really matters. The lyrics are really a lot more important in here, so please read, and, if you have a heart, you will ~.R.E.V.I.E.W.~ thanks~!

DISCLAIMER; I do not own Soul Eater, nor any of the songs or lyrics included in this collection. All completely belong to their respectful owners.

~Beautiful

"Don't let them say you ain't beautiful

They can all get fucked

Just stay true to you."

This was getting ridiculous.

"Hey, pigtails," scoffed the adolescent boy. "Why is your hair like that?" His question, which Maka plainly ignored, received some laughter and a few jeers from the small group of others around her. "What the hell are you, like, six?"

"Ha, yeah, and what's with that outfit?" asked another boy, which got approving comments and some more mocking laughter. "And when are you gonna get a chest, huh?" The group exploded in laughter, some even resorting to holding their stomachs to keep themselves upright.

It didn't really bother her anymore.

It was obvious that these guys were just younger images of her idiotic father- all about the boobs and the ass. It wasn't even worth it in her eyes to comment or respond at all.

And anyways, she had received these rude inquiries for years. Granted, her chest was still pretty small for a recently sixteen year old girl, but she actually didn't mind it all that much. Everyone (that being, the retards who wanted to make fun of her, such as these people) had just assumed that she took having a small chest very seriously.

She just rolled her eyes at the guys before proceeding, as she was, down the hallway to her next class.

This must have come off as her not having a comeback, judging by the ample amounts of laughter she heard. However, this did not hinder her from walking steadily down her path.

And then, all of a sudden, she was slammed into the nearby lockers from behind. As she recovered herself, though, the group of about five or six guys crowded around her, tormenting her with harsh laughs. They all began mumbling to each other about her. The one that looked to be the pack's leader stepped forward.

"So, this is the face of the 'best meister in Shibusen', Maka Albarn, eh?" He inched forward, leaning dangerously close to her vacant face. He smirked, then his gaze trailed down to her chest, then farther down to her butt. "Heh. Doesn't look like much." The agreement was mutual, and roars of laughter could be heard from the followers.

Now they were just being annoying. She really needed to get to class soon, or else Soul and Dr. Stein would really start wondering where she was. "Excuse me. I need to get to class," she nonchalantly said.

"Oooh," they whispered, mocking fear. "Yeah?" the leader asked. "Make us move." They all smirked. "Come on. You're the 'best meister in Shibusen', aren't you? Surely, you can force your way out of us."

They were toying around with her. Maka was sure they were all well aware that a non-meister-weapon battle- especially one without a teacher present- could result in serious consequences. Nevertheless, they still formed a semi-circle around her, taunting her to attack them.

In truth, she probably couldn't win anyways. If there were one or two of them, then she would probably be able to easily take them down. But going up against six guys who were all at least twice her weight in muscle and who towered over her effortlessly would not shift the odds towards her favor.

When she didn't make a motion to inflict harm on any of them, one of the guys snickered, "Hey, maybe she likes it."

The leader nodded, smirking gloriously. "Hah, yeah, probably never got this much attention from guys before, now have we?" he asked to her, like she was three. "I bet you like a bunch of guys staring at your God-awful face."

She was slipping.

But even so, she was still a good distance away from losing her grip. "Move," she demanded, her voice now much firmer.

The leader was still liking the idea of Maka fancying him. "Well, I'll bet she'd like it if I do..." He took a stride forward, pressing his body against hers on the lockers, and began running his hands up her legs, coming dangerously close to lifting up her skirt with the tips of his rough fingers. Out of instinct, she kneed him, not really paying attention to where, but just trying to get some distance from him.

And, oh, whadday'know. Her knee just happened to thrust itself right in his happysack, sending him groaning loudly in displeasure back into the group.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

Fucknoodles.

Now she had done it. She couldn't have just yelled at him to get away from her, or pushed him away with her hands or fists. She had to let her knee do the job, effectively ending the happy tea party happening down there and sending her hopes of arriving home uninjured soaring downwards, crashing horribly.

Fantastic.

Of course, it only took moments for him to get back up, grab fistfuls of her locks and furiously shove it against the wall of lockers repeatedly in such a blind fury that he probably couldn't even tell what he was saying.

Which went something like,

"FUCKING WHORE! YOU'RE AN UGLY FUCKING BITCH, AND YOU ALWAYS WILL BE UGLY! YOU DISGUST ME! I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL! YOU AND YOUR FUCKING FAT ASS AND YOUR TITLESS-CHEST TOO! YOU LITTLE FUCKER! FUCKING UGLY, SKANKY DIKE!"

It would have been a miracle if she had enough brain cells by the end of this beating to have an everyday conversation with BlackStar.

Unfortunately for her, the bell for class had run long ago, and the hallway, coincidentally, did not have many classrooms down the strip. The group of guys were now nervously watching, half cheering him on and half going, Uh, he's kinda loosing his mind right now...he's gonna kill her soon enough. But like hell I'm gonna be the one to stop him. So, Maka would just have to patiently wait for him to finish knocking her brains out until she could maybe escape home to patch herself up.

This torture had gone on for almost two minutes before the bully had felt the ice-cold tip of a piercing sharp blade at his neck.

He slowly turned to meet with the most terrifying pair of ruby eyes he had ever seen. He froze, clumps of Maka's hair (which had now become darker with the blood) still collected in his knuckles.

Maka looked up, barely conscious. "...S...Soul?"

Soul did not divert his gaze to his deeply injured meister, but instead glared at the guy with such a tangible killing intent in his icy stare. Words cannot describe how completely terrifying his murderous stare was, unblinking and unwavering. He did not say anything either- no comment about how it wasn't cool to hurt his meister, no dangerous threat, nothing. By now, the group had retreated. In actuality, they had left as soon as they saw Soul approaching them, but their leader had been too distracted.

He couldn't say anything even if he wanted to. There was just so much deep fury and hatred built up in him that he couldn't even open his mouth.

Thankfully, the guy had taken the extremely blunt hint, and, hands shaking, dropped Maka's hair. "I...I-I-"

He was cut off by his own whimpers and terrified yelps as he scurried down the hall, getting as much distance as possible.

He then took notice of his meister, who was slumped on the floor. She fell promptly when the man had released her, not finding the strength in her muscles to remain standing up. Soul bent down to her, checking her face an head area. Fresh blood was drying now in her hair, and she had multiple bumps on the back of her head. No doubt, she would have bruises all along her head and neck in the morning.

"Maka?" he asked his meister. "Are you okay? Can you stand? Or talk?"

She nodded her head very slowly, but, deciding it caused too much pain, weakly said, "I'll be fine."

Which meant that, apparently, she wasn't right now.

"What the hell was that all about?" he asked, gently propping her back up against the wall. He decided they would slowly work their way to standing up.

She attempted a shrug, and failed miserably. "I don't know. He just started calling me ugly at first."

"What?" he spat. "The fuck is his problem? What happened after?"

She sighed. "He started harassing me. He pushed me against a locker and..." She trailed off. "So then I kneed him away and he got really mad and started shoving me by my hair."

Soul scowled. "What's up with that?"

"Yeah," she agreed. "Just because someone is unappealing doesn't mean you start shoving them against a locker."

"But, you're not unappealing, Maka."

She paused. Then, Maka tilted her head to the side in confusion. "What do you mean? Of course I am. You even tell me yourself all the time."

"Jeez," he chuckled. "How badly did you hit your head? I tease you, Maka. I don't think you're ugly, though. Just because I tease you about certain stuff, I'd never think that you were ugly."

This kind of warmed the meister's heart. "Yeah, well, it seems like those guys didn't think the same way..."

"Well," he scowled. "Those guys have some serious problems. Fuck them."

She shook her head. "It's not just those guys either, though-"

"You're beautiful, Maka, don't change that."

…...Did he just...say that out loud?

…...Whoops.

"Uh, wait, I-"

She leaned onto him, embracing him in her sluggish form. "Thank you, Soul."

W-Wait, I didn't mean...

…...Aw, fuck it.

He laughed softly and placed his arms around her waist. "You know what else sucks?"

She groaned. "What?"

"We only have fish for dinner."

"...I hate today."

He actually- for some insane, completely psychotic reason that he could not figure out- actually liked today. Just a little.

*-I know Maka would never think "fucknoodles", that's just something I felt like I really wanted to get off my chest. That, and a whale's happysack can be about 10 feet long. You're welcome. Soul Eater Fanfics- Educating People On Things They Just Absolutely Do Not Want To Know. Yaaay~3 I feel so good, I have a place that I can share my extensive knowledge on whale dicks :3

I'm not even gonna reread what I just barfed up -.-

So, that would be the start of something I will seriously regret starting in the first place. I know, I know, I have to finish One Night and then The Letter and Moonstone, and even the rainy day of haruhi if I ever miraculously have the time. This will be updated very infrequently, though, so, subscribe, but don't expect the next one for a while. But, what did you think? As I said, they're all gonna be songfics using lyrics from Eminem songs. I already have about 8 planned out (that's for you, Kid ;3)

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