Hit The Pedal
“I’m headed out,” Soul said, slipping on his jacket.
Maka looked up from the book she was reading. “Again? That’s the second time this week,” she commented.
Soul chuckled and shook his head. “I’ll be back later. Don’t do anything stupid.”
Maka sighed and watched him walk out the door. Soul had been going out a lot lately, and she normally lectured him about it, but today she let it slide. It was his birthday after all. He had every right to go and hang out with Black*Star or whoever he had been seeing every Tuesday for the past month.
Next to Maka (who had skipped a grade), Soul was the youngest, his birthday landing on July nineteenth – right before the cutoff date. If he had been born a couple days later, he would be going into his sophomore year instead of junior. He preferred nobody mention it because being looked down on as the youngest was apparently “uncool”.
Putting the thought aside, Maka opened back up her book, settling back into the sofa, but as she tried to continue reading another thought pushed itself into her mind: who had he been on the phone with the other day? The land line had started ringing and Soul had gone almost frantically to answer it. He looked happy when he came out of his room a minute later to put the phone back, but he refused to answer any questions, saying she’d see what he was talking about later.
She groaned, put the book down and sprawled herself out across the rest of the sofa.
Was he talking to a girl?
Maka bolted up in shock at the thought. Why would she care? Soul was her partner and nothing more. Okay, maybe they were pretty close, but she certainly didn’t think of him in that sort of way. Right?
She looked at the clock in the living room, hanging over the TV set. Soul had already been gone 45 minutes.
“When’s that idiot going to be back?” she muttered to herself.
Suddenly she heard a loud, roaring sound outside the apartment window, as if something with an incredible engine would be sitting on the window sill. Getting up, she moved aside the curtains and looked down at the street, her eyes landing on a bright, orange motorcycle. Sitting on the black leather seat was her partner, beaming brighter than the hot July sun. Her jaw dropped in shock as he spotted her standing in the window and he motioned for her to come outside. His scarlet eyes were filled with a sort of mischievous light, and his pointed grin suggested he enjoyed her shock, but she threw on her shoes and went outside anyway.
Unable to hold back her own nervous smile, Maka shouted over the roar of the engine “What the hell is this?!”
Soul threw his head back and laughed, turning off the engine momentarily. “A little present from Myself to Me. Pretty cool, huh?”
“Little?” Maka said, running her eyes over the body of the bike again. “How in Death’s name did you get this?”
Her partners grin widened. “That’s for me to know and you to never find out. Now get on.”
Maka’s smile vanished. “Get on?”
“Yeah, get on,” Soul repeated, nodding.
“Don’t you need some sort of special license to drive a motorcycle?” she asked hesitantly.
“That’s where I’ve been going every week for the past month,” he explained, seeming a bit annoyed. “I thought you were smart, but you didn’t figure that out?” A cocky smile replaced the miffed frown on his face. “I expected more of you, Maka.”
Her eyes became deadly, and in that moment, Soul knew he shouldn’t have said that. Seeming to summon the book out of thin air as always, Maka whacked Soul on top of the head with the spine of her novel.
“Screw you,” she muttered, swinging her leg over the seat of the bike, sitting down behind Soul.
He looked back and grinned wryly at her and revved the engine. Maka whelped a bit at the sudden movement of the vehicle beneath her and instantly threw her arms around the weapon’s torso, clinging tight to his toned body. Soul pressed down on the pedal with his foot and they took off down the street.
Bringing up the speed a bit, Soul let out a sudden – but well deserved – “WHOO HOO!” and laughed manically. Maka had been keeping her eyes closed, but hearing her partner’s thrill-filled shout, she slowly opened her eyes. The wind was whipping her ash-blonde hair all over the place, and her heart was racing, but her eyes filled with the same amusement as the boy’s in front of her, and she laughed. Laughed because despite the fact she fought kishins almost every week, she had never felt as electrified as she did now – adrenaline pumping through her veins, hands trembling, and palms sweating.
Soul brought down the speed a bit as he rounded a corner and snuck a look back at his partner. His smile only widened at the sight of hers and he laughed again, the sound being absorbed in the thunder of the motorcycle. The two were so caught in the moment that neither of them saw the haughty blue-haired boy and the willowy black-haired girl walking down the sidewalk as they drove past.
Black*Star stopped dead in his tracks as he watched the two of them pass, laughing like psychopaths.
“Was that-“ Tsubaki started.
“Hell yeah it was!” Black*Star remarked, a puzzled look settling into his brow.
Tsubaki leaned her head to the side a bit. “Well, it is Soul’s birthday today. Maybe his parents sent him a present?” she suggested.
Black*Star crossed his arms and frowned in the direction Soul and Maka had driven off. “No, they wouldn’t do that.”
“They just wouldn’t, okay?” Black*Star said, cutting his partner off again.
“Then how did he get it?” she asked, beginning to become just as confused as Black*Star.
His eyes became suspicious. “I don’t know, but now that bastard has some explaining to do!”
After driving around town for half an hour, the summer sun had started setting, casting intense crimson streaks across the sky. Soul parked the motorcycle outside of their apartment building and waited for Maka to swing herself off before getting off himself.
He smiled at her. “Look me in the eyes and tell me that wasn’t the coolest thing you’ve ever done,” he challenged.
Maka giggled and shook her head. “I’ll admit it, that was pretty cool.”
“And now we don’t have to walk everywhere,” he added, seeming satisfied with himself. He stopped in mid-step and started laughing again. “Oh God, your old man is gonna hate me!”
Maka responded with her own laughter and leaned against the wall outside their door. “You know what? Screw him! That was awesome.”
Soul grinned at her and unlocked the door, letting Maka go in first. He closed the door behind them and started making his way down the hall to his bedroom, swinging the keys to their new ride in his hands.
“Hey, Soul?” Maka called before he shut his door.
He paused. “Yeah?”
She looked down and smiled a bit sheepishly. “Happy birthday.”
He nodded curtly and gave half a smile back. “Thanks.”