Story Summary: After over a half decade at Shibusen, Soul is finally returning home to attend his brother’s wedding, bringing his meister with him for moral support. When a misunderstanding forces Soul and Maka to pretend they are in a different sort of partnership, will it lead to fate or folly?
In this chapter, we return to Maka’s POV, where we will be staying for awhile to come. We also veer into some M territory. There’s no smut, but it does flirt with the line, so NSFW to be on the safe side. As usual, thanks to rebornfromash and ilarual for being awesome betas and just damned good sounding boards and writers in their own right. If you aren’t reading their stuff, go do it now, because you’ve been seriously missing out.
Links to Chapter 1 , Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 , and Chapter 5, in case you missed them.
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After the salon and lunch, and then, more errands, Maka had figured they’d return to the house, and they did, but only to change. Apparently, the bridal party had plans for the evening, courtesy of the bride and groom, and both Soul and Maka were expected to partake.
She’d been directed to a large guest bathroom in the upstairs of the main house, told by Sophia that her stylist had left something for her just for this evening, and was only slightly disappointed to note that Soul was nowhere to be found. As Aria would tell her later when she asked, the boys had already come and gone.
Probably for the best. As much as she had missed him all day, she still had no clue how to behave around him after that kiss. The mere thought made her flush scarlet all over again and, spotting a large box on the dressing table, she strode over and opened it if only for the distraction.
What she saw made her jaw drop.
They expected her to wear—this?
She shook her head as she lifted the little leather skirt that was even shorter than her typical meister wear, along with the slinky silver backless halter, with a scoop front that looked as though it would dip far too low. The box also included some gold bangles, a small gold clutch, and a pair of strappy and very high black heels, along with a lacy black thong. No bra was forthcoming.
Maka cringed. She couldn’t wear this—she’d look like—like—Blair.
But how could she not wear it when Soul’s mother had gone to so much trouble? It was an odd choice, for her would be mother-in-law to dress her so—so—provocatively, and she silently wondered if the woman weren’t desperate for grandchildren.
She flushed again at the very notion, at the idea of her and Soul doing—doing—well, what it took to make grandchildren, and thought that Soul’s mother was in for a hell of a wait.
With a resigned sigh, she decided it was best to just get dressed and so she did, wearing her hair down to offer a slight bit more cover, and only just glancing in the mirror above the sink to assure herself that her makeup was still in place before making her way downstairs, feeling wobbly and awkward in the too high heels.
Again struck by the sheer grandeur of the place, Maka paused midway down the stairs to stare at the large crystal chandelier that sparkled above the entryway, far closer now in the curved staircase. She had to remind herself that this was a home, the very home her weapon had been reared in, yet it was more posh than the finest hotel, and for not the first time, the meister felt entirely out of her element. With another sigh, she took the rest of the stairs to find Aria waiting for her at the bottom. She was wearing a short, tight red sleeveless dress that flared out at mid thigh and highlighted her curves. It was vibrant yet tasteful, much like the woman herself—Maka thought it suited her well.
If her whistle of appreciation and wide smile was anything to go by, then Aria approved of Maka’s outfit in turn.