SoMa One-Shots

The Voting Tables

(I'm just going to ask, why the hell would you ever go to prom? Because I will NEVER. EVER. GO. Yah know, unless my favorite anime character shows up at my door with flowers. THAT DOES INCLUDE COSPLAY. THIS CHAPTER IS MY EVIL CHAPTER. Have fun with the cliffhanger, dragon souls!)

It was the night of prom. Soul and I were mostly too nervous to speak to each other. I chose a jet-black, sleek dress that fell to my knees. It was pretty, not overdone. The homecoming queen turned out to be the bitch of the year. I think you know who I'm talking about. "Fucking bitch..." I mutter under my breath as I pin my hair up into a bun. I tilt my head from left to right, and decide that without pigtails, I look a lot more mature. I leave two wavy strands of hair in front of my ears.
I look at my face- it needs a highlight, something to show off my eyes. From beneath the sink, I snatch the makeup kit that Liz schemed into my ownership that I've never, ever used before. Knowing almost nothing about eyeshadow, I mix black with lime green until I was satisfied with an deep olive green color, and apply it gently to my eyelids. I study my face again. The blandness of my face has disappated. Hmm, maybe Liz is right when she says that makeup can do wonders...

In any case, I've got to get going. Soul will be waiting for me. Hopefully.

As I walk to the school, I mull over what Kim said. Maybe she's right...

After I finally reach the top of the stairs, panting, I pause before heading into the gymnasium, which had a stage up front. Colorful lights shone down on the people and the equipment. Two tables in the back have jars with names on them, presumedly for homecoming king and queen. At the table decorated with pink glitter (ew pink), they read Kim, Liz, and Maka. How the hell did I get myself nominated? I noticed Tsubaki paint her vote ticket blue with nail polish and drop it into my bag. Someone else, Kim's weapon, I believe, paints hers pink and drops it in Kim's. If I get homecoming queen, I swear, I am going to murder someone. I vaguely register the three names on the male table: Soul, Kid, and BlackStar.

After about forty minutes, I still hadn't seen Soul. They decided to close the votes and announce the winners. Lord Death comes up on the stage and announces it himself. "So, the winner for the girls is Kim!!!! And for boys, we have..... "

Ok, fine with Kim, as long as the king isn't..... "Soul!"