SoMa One-Shots

Player Part One: Fighting?

Caution: contains depression, cutting, probable thoughts of suicide, and might be quite feel-triggering! I'm going to cry while writing this.

I grind my teeth. I accidentally walked in on Soul making out with a girl on our apartment's living room sofa. I quickly walk out. This is the fifth time this week that it's happened, and it's a new girl every time. He gets girls, goes on maybe one date with then, and then breaks their heart. Cruel? Yes. Stupid? Yes. Helpful? Kind? Anything like Soul used to be? No.

I'm getting sick of it. He's becoming like my papa. I thought that he was different, but I guess that in the end, all men just have to have their perverted sides satisfied. I am SO going to talk with him. I work on my homework until I hear the front door slam closed. I stalk down to the living room. "Soul, you can't keep doing this!" He smirks as he licks away any trace of lipstick. "Doing what?" My voice rises. "Don't play innocent with me! You bring in a new girl every day!" "So?" "You can't just keep breaking their hearts! They are humans too! They have emotions! Where are yours?" "I- wait..." He snickers. "You're jealous." Right on, bro. Tail on the donkey. Bull's eye. "Don't try to pin your secret dreams on me!" I force down the blush that threatens to spread on my cheeks. He is unsuccessful in doing the same. His cheeks flare red. "Well, guess what? No one would ever like you! You're definitely not my friend! The only reason I became partners with you is because we could resonate souls! You're a freaking flat-chest!" Tears built in my eyes. "You don't mean that." A tear escapes. "I do, wholeheartedly." Another tear escapes. "You're just like my pa-" "Do NOT compare me to your papa!" Soul's eyes burn with hatred. "I certainly can when you're acting like it!" "Flat-chest, you ARE jealous!" This time, my own blush flares up. I storm to my room. "EVEN ANY UNTRAINED ONE STAR MEISTER COULD DO A BETTER JOB THAN YOU!" At this, the tears well up in my eyes. "You don't mean that," I repeat, then run upstairs to seclude myself.

Soul is my weapon. He was my best friend. Honestly, he's a freaking bastard, but I love him. I love him.