SoMa One-Shots

Irony

I get to stay in Soul's guest room. Luckily, it's Tsubaki's family's tradition to not see the bride from two weeks before until the wedding, so I plan on sticking around Soul. Plus, I'm slightly more happy, because I don't want to face Tsubaki. Like, ever. When we arrive, I set down my luggage, taking in the huge house in front of me. "I think that qualifies more as a manor than a house. Are you sure this is the right one?" I halfway joke. He chuckles. Dear god, I've missed that laugh. I reach for my bags to find them- missing? I look up to see Soul holding them. "Soul, I can-" "Cool guys don't make girls carry their stuff in," he interrupts. There he goes with the cool guys crap again. But, honestly, I've missed that side of him, too.
I follow him into the house, and he leads me to my bedroom. It's a huge room; bigger than my and Soul's old room combined! On one side, there's a bed with a green, red, gold and silver comforter, and on the other, there's a green and gold dresser. The walls are red with silver accents. "This place is huge!" He smirks. "You must have pretty deep pockets as a death scythe. Ha! Don't show Kid this room!" Soul leaves the room, yelling, "Get comfortable, put away all your accessories. I'm not going to hover; I'll call you when it's time for dinner!" After about five minutes of unpacking, I bring out the dress that I am expected to wear for the wedding. I hold up the cupcake-styled pink disfigured ball of poof to my neck, and look at myself skeptically in the mirror. I immediately train my eyes elsewhere. Ew. If I ever have a wedding, I am so not wearing a dress anything like this. And then I take out the dress that I am actually going to wear. It's black and tight on me, going just past my thighs, with a low neckline and spaghetti straps. Just to spite. Funeral colors, yes, and you may ask, "Who died?" And I would respond, "My heart."
When I'm done unpacking, I dig out my iPod that was always my consolation during the past terrible years without Soul. I plug in my portable bluetooth stereo and close the door, assuming that Soul would take at least ten more minutes. I change into something suitable that I hadn't worn for the last 5 hours and tapped the pause button on my playlist. 'Ironic' was the first song that comes on- and it reminds me of everything that happened.
"An old man turned 98
He won the lottery
And died the next day
It's a black fly in your chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late."
I join in the chorus.
"It's like rain
On your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
And who would've thought? It figures."
I dance around, throwing in random moves that flowed with the song that I learned when I took dance at the DWMA.
"Traffic jam
When you're already late
A no smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
Then meeting his beautiful wife..." I stop singing, realizing that my tear ducts have malfunctioned yet again. I don't think I'll ever tell Soul my true feelings... I just can't. "Isn't it ironic...don't you think? Just a little too ironic?" A knock interrupts my thoughts, and I wipe away my tears. "It's dinner! Table is set; we're having Patty, Liz, and Kid for dinner- I asked them and BlackStar to come early as well." I mentally pumped my fist. My main supporter will be here!

I wear a purple dress to dinner. Purple is considered an unlucky color, so it's one of my favorites. When Soul sees me, he looks me up and down, then turns his face away. I'm probably hallucinating, but I think I see a slight shade of pink on his cheeks. After the meal, Liz asks, "Hey, Soul, could I borrow Maka for a minute?" "Sure, just make sure to bring her back." He smirks his signature smirk, than turns his gaze and attention back to Kid. Liz drags me out of the room into the hallway, and hisses, "Tsubaki is cheating on Soul."