And it went something like this || SoMa one shot collection

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"Please!"

A screech pierced the air.

"Stop!"

It was the voice of an angel.

That was Soul's first thought, before he began to race down the cobblestone ridden road.
He could feel the tension in the air.
More shrieks rung through the air. They were weaved with laughter and taunting. And Souls long lanky legs took him as fast as they would go.

"Oi!"

"What are you doing?!" He yowled, his voice coming out fierce.
A small blonde girl, dressed in mere rags, surrounded by well off lads, children of the nobles. He could tell by their polished shoes and their velvety hats.
They looked Soul down, as if he was a monster.

"Look it's another Mut!" One called, bursting into a fit of laughter. The blonde girl, crumpled against the wall of a wooden building shook.

"Shut your trap".

My voice, again came out strong, which was strange because all I could feel was fear drowning my senses.

"It talks!" more laughter.

"Shut the hell up all of you, ignore the Mut, this ones more fun." He sneered, gripping a fairly large stone in his hand.
The rest of the boys nodded in agreement and turned away from Soul. Each armed with an assortment of stones and pebbles, before Soul grasped what was happening, the stones began to fly.
Each shooting though the air, aimed strait for the shrieking pile of rags and blonde hair. Her face was buried into her hands, her back to them.

Mortified.

"Stop it!" He screamed, as loud as his young voice produced.
Which wasn't loud, over the laughter and taunts of the noble children.

"Why do you care lad?" Said the boy from last time.

Why did Soul care?

All he had to do was glance at the girl, hidden in her hands hair and clothes. He yearned to see her face.

"She's not a Mutt, I'm not a Mutt. Do I look like a dog to you? Does she?" He argued.

They laughed.
"Look how filthy you are!" Said one.
"Your clothes, they look like they were made from the dish rags my mom uses to wash the floor!".

His knuckles, were a pale white, as he ground his teeth into each other angrily.

"Yeah and don't even get me started on the lowlife over there" he rolled his eyes, glancing at the girl and hurling another rock.

This stone, slipped through his fingers, and shot through the air like a bullet.

As the stone flung through the air towards the girl, her eyes flashed at his. They were filled with great pain and embarrassment. They begged Soul to help, they begged for mercy. He stared deeply into her gorgeous emerald eyes, ones he'd never seen before among the pale browns and blues of his small town.

And it took mere milliseconds before the slick stone collided with her head, causing her body to fall limp to the ground.

Souls eyesight went red.

When she awoke, a boy, his eyes red like the sunsets from her home, his hair, fell around his face like snow, and his smile. His smile made the room light up.

"Your awake!" He joyfully announced.

Her surroundings were unclear but from the looks of it, she was in a common peasants home, one like hers.

"You, You saved me" was all my head seemed to say.

"Not really. . . " he said, his face falling, a dangerous look flashed his features but again softened as his eyes met mine.
He took my hand in his, and my heart fluttered in my chest. He brought it up, to the side of my head. Suddenly, my fingers met not the soft silky feeling of my hair, but that of a cloth.
I then realized he had bandaged the wound I had received.

"There was a little blood" he grimaced.

"Thank you. . . ?"

"Soul."

"Thank you Soul, I'm Maka."

"Well Maka, I  noticed some Mutts bothering you, and a true gentleman is supposed to help Ladies, so I took care of em'"

His mouth tipped up into a smirk, not a sly one, but a nervous, ginger smirk.

I giggled. And realized he still held
my hand in his, embarrassed I began to pull away.

"No, please, if you don't mind. . . Your hands are warm, mine are quite chilled" he looked almost panicked.

"Alright if your so dreadfully cold" I joked.

"I am, I assure you My Lady."

Not used to names such as that one, I blushed greatly, heat rushed to my ears, neck, and cheeks. This caused Soul to hint a smile.

"If you don't mind me asking. . ." I decided to change the conversation "what happened to the other boys?"

"Oh those Mutts?" Soul laughed.
"They're where they belong."

"Oh?"

"I took care of the mongrels My Lady, I assure you, you have nothing to worry about."

He brought a finger to my cheek, brushing at a bruise that had showed up on my cheek bone.

I pretended I didn't notice the blood and bruises that adorned his knuckles.

(a/n): meow, this one was kinda bad, let's just admit it. Not sure what I was trying to do, I've got another coming soon though so sorry!
                          - S