-Y/N-
 

        I’ve been wondering around lost for the past thirty minutes. I am now twenty minutes late. Late for what? Well, right about now, I should be baking with Tsubaki and Maka. Why? Because why not? Well, that and Tsubaki is teaching Maka and I how to bake cookies and cakes from scratch. I believe today is cookies.
        “Y/n?” I heard a voice call out from behind me. It was soon followed by an obnoxious sounding voice.
        “Y/N, IS THAT YOU?”
        Why is Blackstar always yelling? I turned around with a smile, hoping they’d take me to where I was supposed to be.
        “Hello Soul, Blackstar.”
        “Yo. Maka and Tsubaki sent us to look for you.” Soul had his hands in his pockets, as usual, and I couldn’t help but let my eyes travel towards his right pocket, which held his right hand. His right hand, of course, was occupied by the red string.
        “Oh! I guess I am really late, huh?” I gave the boys a sheepish smile, which caused Blackstar to laugh for some reason known to only him.
        “A little late? Ha! Yo-” Soul clapped his right hand over his best friend’s mouth, successfully stopping him from talking. I watched as the string tied to his pinky finger swayed in the wind, and I couldn’t help but smile. Such a beautiful red. I could feel Soul staring at me, though I couldn’t tear my eyes from the string. Part of me wants to tell him, but the other part of me wants to just let things unfold without saying anything. Heart versus brain. Of course, I’ll listen to my brain. I won’t say anything. But, that doesn’t mean the urge and temptation to will automatically disappear.
        “Let’s go.”
 

 
        “You’re always staring at nothing. Why is that?” Soul narrowed his eyes, and his voice demanded my attention. I returned my gaze to his eyes, and just smiled.
        “She’s watching the strings, you idiot!” Maka whacked Soul on the back of his head as she walked out of the kitchen. Soul ruefully rubbed his head, glaring at Maka as he did so. “Didja get lost?”
        I tilted my head to the side slightly, offering an apologetic smile. “Yeah… sorry I’m late! I never would have made it if you guys hadn’t sent the boys to come find me.” I laughed nervously as Soul and Blackstar went off to sit on the couch.
        “Y/n!” looking up, I saw the tell beauty; Tsubaki. Just seeing her bright smile got me excited to do some baking.
        “It’s wonderful to see you guys again! It’s been forever!”
        “Oh, Y/n, it’s only been a few days!” Tsubaki laughed as the three of us walked into the kitchen.
        “May have been only a few days, but it felt like years!” I exclaimed, throwing my hands up into the air, “Having only a couple males to keep me company on a regular basis .” Maka laughed as Tsubaki pulled the flour out from below the counter.
        “Ready to start?” she asked, a small smile on her face.
        “Yeah!” Maka and I clapped in unison, mentally preparing ourselves for the disaster to come.
 
        I flinched as the pan hit the floor, making a loud clattering sound and dragging out a high pitched squeak from my throat. Tsubaki and Blackstar had gone home, and Maka had gone out to get some supplies for icing after we had decided that I’d spend the night here.
        “What happened?” Soul rushed into the room for the umpteenth time, watching me with worried eyes. I opened my eyes and unclenched my fists, dropping my hands from my chest and lowering my left leg, which I hadn’t even noticed I had lifted.
        “I uhh… just dropped a pan… again…” I whispered, swiftly crouching down and picking up the pan. I could tell Soul was trying not to laugh as I stood up, placing the pan back on the counter. “It’s okay. You can laugh. I know I’m clumsy, and it can be fairly amusing.” The corner of my lip twitched upwards into a crooked smile as I sighed, glancing back at Soul. He let out a low chuckled, quickly stepping closer towards me.
        “Need a hand?”
        “Yeah… thanks, that’s cool of you.” I smiled at the taller male, pointing towards the top shelf, “I’ve been trying to put the pan back up there… but I’m too short.” I laughed nervously as Soul took the pan from me, our hands brushing in the process. Soul sat the pan atop the shelf with ease before turning back to me. We stared at each other in silence before I broke it.
        “Your eyes are the same colour as the strings. It’s amazing.” I stated, only to immediately regret it. My hands flew to my mouth and I could feel my cheeks quickly becoming hot. Soul frowned, turning his head slightly.
        “You can really see the ‘Red String of Fate’, huh?”
        “Yeah…”
        “Then you can see mine, too?”
        “Y-yeah…”
        Soul hesitated before continuing, his cheeks already flushed a deep maroon. “Have you seen the person on the other end?” My eyes widened at the question. It was simple. Innocent. Curious. It was just like the other questions I received from various people. But, unlike with other people, it made my heart stop. I couldn’t breathe. I must have taken too long to reply, because Soul sighed and whispered, “Never mind.”
        He started to walk away, but I grabbed his wrist as he passed me. It felt like an angry bull was trying to escape my chest as I stared at the defeated looking boy. “I-I’ve seen the person… on the other end… you know them, but I can’t tell you who it is, okay? I… I think you should figure it out yourself. It’ll be more satisfying that way, you know?” my face was burning as I talked quickly, watching every move the albino male made. He stared at me for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing.
        “What’s it like? Seeing the strings, I mean.”
        “It’s… strange. But I love it.”
        “Can you see your string?”
        I hesitated, biting my lip. “Y-yeah… but it’s not like I use my ability for my own advantage or anything!” I hurriedly explained, waving my hands in front of me.
        “I didn’t think you would.” Soul laughed, shoving his hands in his pockets, “Do you know who’s at the other end?”
        “Of course,” I smiled, tucking my hair behind my ear, “I didn’t go searching for him, or anything. I just happened across him one day… August twenty first to be exact. It’s a hard date to forget.” I laughed nervously, looking to the side as I played with my hair.
        “Are you dating him?” Soul asked, not even realizing he was talking about himself.
        “No. I’ve spoken to him on several occasions, but I won’t be telling him about the string. I’m going to let things unfold the way they’re meant to. Why?”
        Soul opened his mouth, about to speak, but the door slammed open, followed by a thud. “Y/n? I’m back.” Maka walked in, her cheeks pink from the cold.
        “Welcome back!” I smiled, walking towards Maka and taking her hands in mine, bringing them up to my face and blowing on them gently while rubbing them together. “It must be really cold out there, your hands are freezing!”
        “It started snowing on my way back,” Maka sighed in content as her hands heated up, a small smile creeping its way onto her face, “Let’s make the icing tomorrow. It’s pretty late, and I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted!” I laughed, nodding in agreement.
        “It’s been a long night… and it’s nearly one am,” I laughed, letting go of the petite girl’s hands. Soul had wandered out of the kitchen at some point during mine and Maka’s conversation. Maka and I quickly started putting ingredients away, and then putting the cookies in the fridge to cool and wait ‘til morning. Once satisfied, we turned to each other, tired but excited smiles on our faces. The cookies had turned out great, and as long as we can prepare the icing properly, they’ll be completed perfectly!
 
        Maka and I walked into her room, and she tossed me light blue t-shirt with a pink kitten on it, and then light blue pajama shorts with smaller pink kittens on them.
        “Aw, how cute!” I held up the clothes a smiling gracing my lips.
        “Those will fit, right?”
        “Definitely!” Maka and I are about the same size. I’m slightly shorter, and slightly curvier, but there’s not much of a difference, and I’m fairly certain we actually wear the same size clothes. The two of us quickly changed into pajamas, then crawled into her bed.
        “Night.” Maka yawned, causing me to yawn in return.
        “G’night.”