{Warning: Really Long/Don't feel like putting it in parts}

A bottle. A single glass bottle that curved at the lip held more power than an entire forest's soul. The sound was like no other, drawing people away from the dreaded sound. The feeling sent human's soul to cause havoc throughout their body. And the warmth grew ablaze and wouldn't extinguish for centuries upon it's setting. The bottle was as small as the palm of a child's hand and could be turned into a necklace and still look perfect. How could the small bottle cause so much destruction and heartbreak if it only held a small girl?

The girl was smaller then the bottle, trapped inside the small enclosure. Her body was warm for it was set ablaze and never dimmed. She was held close to where her hands could reach the bottle only extending half her arm. Her body was shaped in a hour glass form and captured a green dress that brimmed her knees and for her perfectly. She had no shoes and her cramps against the frame of her face. Laced with a golden thread, the flame was held around her father's neck. He had to keep her close because of the destruction she could cause. Her body was a literal massacre waiting to be set off.

The girl war along the bottom of the glass, pressing her knees to her chest. Her eyes closed letting her light close around her body. She felt protected in a way, and yet she longed for the day when she would be set free. She always obeyed what she was told to do, she never left the bottle and would eat when she had to. She had never seen her father for he always had her around his neck and never shown his face. The light knew he had red hair, she'd see it when he cut his hair. Her life was stuck inside this tiny bottle to even the wonders of her father's appearance was foreign.

The blonde swished her hair to the side, letting the wind pick up her scent for the first time. Her legs dangled over the lip of the bottle and crashed her legs again eat the slope of the bottle. Her flame picked at the wind as her father backed away from the bottle, placing it on a small rock.

"Maka," her father bellowed from behind her. He stood a lot taller than her since she was only about an inch. She swiveled her body to face her father, making sure she didn't tip back into the he glass. "you know you turned eighteen yesterday?" She nodded her head in response letting her flame flick around her hair. "Your becoming...dangerous, lass." He finished with a sigh. Maka questioned what he said, her mind racing for an explanation. For all her years trapped in a bottle she never learned what it would be like out of the bottle. She knew their abode was surrounded by a forest, which was a main concern when she was little. Setting the whole forest on fire wasn't a priority of Maka's father, since he was the king of spirits of the forest. Her father protected every soul that dwelled among the forest. Marrying a fire nymph had cause many to debut about if he was the true heir.

"I believe you should stay here, my dear." Maka got to look at his features for the first time, coming more clear as he walked towards her. He had stunning eyes that were covered by his red locks, casting a shadow over his face. Maka started to panic when his finger found the vial and rocked it. Her body flailed around the brim of the bottle that shook from the movement. She lost her footing and slipped inside the bottle, falling on the cold glass. Her head shot pain throughout her body causing her to grit her teeth and hold her temple. Through the waved glass she saw the red hair close the top, leaving air holes. Her father knew she wouldn't last more than a month without food. Having a child with a fire nymph decreased her number of years rather if he married an eternal forest god she would love loner then the average human.

The bottle looked out of place as the king left his only daughter behind. The vial laid on a rock between the forest as the open field, resting on the bridge of talk, yellow grass. Even if he had to leave her, he wanted her to "die down" peacefully with no disruptions. The king did care about her, deeply, but she would become vicious and tempered if she continued to live. Kami, Maka's mother, had explained her adult years before she passed. She warned Spirit, the Spirit King, that she could not be set free until she matured and could control herself. Letting the madness of the world slip into the mind at a young age could damage her innocence.

Maka sighed against the bottle, letting it dog the lens. She was caught in the torturous bottle that held her whole life. She couldn't remember the time before she was in the prison. Her life was sucked into the glass that reflected the first around her. Maka already knew she was a disgrace, her father barely let her anywhere outside the bottle. Only times like this would he let her roam and now she couldn't. She had some hope that he would come back for her and realize the mistake he made, the one that kept her hip tied to the glass. Her eyes watered with tears the sizzled against her hot face. She couldn't even cry right, she couldn't do anything right. Maka curled up against the floor, letting her flame turn the green dress a molten red that flared along the bottle. The light that illuminated could be seen even by the far bystanders traveling along the trail. It didn't seem to matter anymore. Maka always had to be careful of what she did when she was around her father because he was the king, but now that she was exiled couldn't she have a moment of letting go? Her flame would lick the top of the cork bottle, even though it never burned. Maka had tried many times to free herself from the lonesome prison.

The silence of the afternoon held a refreshing sound against the princess's ears. She never experienced this in her home, always busy. But she was alone. The refreshing sound revoked against her stomach as she thought about her father never coming back. Never retrieving the lost princess that longed for someone, anyone. At the moment of lose there was always gain somewhere, right? So where was Maka's gain? She had lost so much from her life that she awaited to be perfect. She always wished to find happiness, of course she was happy, somewhat, when she was with her father. He at least cared enough to keep her alive this long. But she was suffering, so why keep her alive long enough to suffer more? It was unfair.

Maka's flame started to dim for the first time, she was losing health. It's been a few days since her father dropped her here, in the middle of nowhere. She entertained herself by watching pedestrians run along the trail, riding contraptions that moved on wheels and running for no apparent reason. It was interesting that people that looked like her father acted so different. Maka pressed her face against the glass trying to get a better view of a group of people that dragged along the trail. They seemed to have fun except for the boy with crimson eyes and white hair. The boy yelled at his group as they walked slower than him, encouraging them to go faster than a turtle. The boy with white hair seemed to be uptight and locked on the situation of walking faster. And yet, his eyes were tender and caring that held the reflection of the bottle, gazing at the contents inside that was Maka. Maka swished her body away from the glass as the boy pointed in her direction and motioned for the group to follow. Even though the king abandoned his daughter she knew he tried to hide her. Did they find her because of the light? Earlier, Maka felt her body going weak and vulnerable with little light, so why did the boy notice?

Maka panicked slightly when the group's enormous pounding of footsteps headed for her. She spun for a second turning into a spec of light her father taught her to do when another person was near. She had also used that trick as a defense mechanism to scare away predators, disguising herself to look like an ordinary lamp. What Maka didn't think of was looking a little strange for a glass bottle to have a single flame illuminating with no primary force.

As the group fell upon her body, Maka watched as they seemed to chat about the bottle, pointing and making hand gestures. Their voices were muffled but she made out a few words: "...bottle..." "...odd..." "...middle of the nowhere..." "...take..." "...who..?" As the clot gave a look of dread, except the boy with white hair who bored into the bottle with no expression, they fidgeted slightly. Maka had no idea what happened, she was never taught about this, she never was even supposed to be here in the first place. The one with blue hair was the first to move by picking up the bottle and turning it over in his hand. His had was huge that pressed against the bottle with force that could break it. He then tossed it up making Maka's light flicker and wave. Maka couldn't handle this, she would revoke back to her normal form if he kept tossing her around. As her bottle came back down, a new pair of hands grasp ed the bottle. The boy with ruby eyes held the bottle with gentle hands and gave the blue monkey a dark look. Maka guessed they disputed about who took it home and the boy with silver hair won because he shoved the bottle in his pocket and started his walk.

The walk felt like forever for Maka which was only about twenty minutes for the clan. They babbled away while Maka transformed back, trying to listen to the words that came from her kidnappers. She was terrified; no food or water for days, abandoned by her father, and now kidnapped. She felt tears prick her eyes again. Maka forced them back and shook her head, she wasn't going to cry now. Just as she sprawled along the bottle floor, she heard the sharp jingle of keys, no more muffled voices. Were they at the boy's home? Maka could tell she was in this boy's apartment when she heard the door slam and he set her bottle on the table. She already converted and watched the frosty boy graze her body. He seemed focused on her bottle and it stayed like that for a long time. His clothes were sullied from the walk and his eyes were lazy. The beautiful crimson swirled with astonishment while his body remained bored with the whole ordeal. The white hair stuck all over the place and swished to the side when he brushed the small locks away. Maka's never seen someone like him and if she knew what a crush meant, she'd have a big one on the boy.

"Tch, doesn't do much for something so cool." He knocked the bottle over on it's side letting it roll around. Maka was feeling sick, much longer and she'd be thrown to her "human-ish" form. The boy flicked the bottle with his finger causing it to roll up the coffee table and reel back to him. His last push let the bottle swivel off the table, crashing against the floor. The glass broke, letting Maka's body fall between shards. Her small body was between two pieces of when the body rushed over, cursing for breaking the bottle. The couch was the nearest thing and Maka dared to dart for the only thing that could keep her hidden. It was to late, though. The boy saw her frail body, rubbing her head, between the glass. "W-What are you?" Maka leaped over a shard to find a hiding spot, her flame still lit. He quickly grabbed a vase, dumping out the water and flowers on the floor, and clashed it against the floor, capturing the princess. Maka banged the glass with her fist, she was trapped again.

"What are you?" He leaned next to the vase, pressing his cheek along the floor. The flame stuck out her tongue and ran tot eh other side, trying to break the glass.This glass was much clearer so she could hear and see things much better. The boy rushed over to pick up the glass and later returned to get a newspaper. He slid the paper under the vase, making Maka fall over backwards, picking up the vase and newspaper. He placed it on the coffee table and laid his chin on the table. "So, what are you?" Maka sat on the neatly printed words and crossed her arms. She sat chis-cross and held a glare that matched her flame perfectly. "Not talking?" Maka shook her head. "Are you mad at me?" She nodded this time. "I'm Soul." Maka rolled her eyes. "Feisty, are we?" She rolled her eyes again. "If I let you out will you talk to me? And promise to not run away?" Maka sighed and nodded, lifting her body off the newspaper. Soul picked up the vase and set it aside with a clang. He let his blood shaded eyes fix upon her body while she tapped her foot along the newspaper, burning some of it.

"You can control your fire pretty well." Soul remarked, watching his house not erupt in flames. Maka nodded looking at him trying to figure out her escape plan. His apartment was small and cluttered, she could hide easily if necessary. There were also a few windows that added small rays of sunlight to peak through. Maka rested her eyes on him before devising a plan. She smirked at him before lunging herself at Soul, catching him off guard. Soul smirked too and readied himself for her pathetic attack for her size was only an inch. The flame started to dim and her body started to grow; two inches, four inches, a foot, two feet, four feet, then five. She landed herself on Soul, pinning him to the ground. Her knees embedded in this carpet as she straddled him. Maka's skills were all from pretending to be attacked by ninjas in her bottle when she was little. She once believed she'd save her dad from ninjas and be the hero of the forest.

"It's not nice to kidnap people." Maka said flatly. Soul just stared at her shocked. How did a small flame turn into a small girl to a actual person-with no flames? On top of Soul was girl with a green dress that matched her jade eyes which flickered with anger. She had no shoes and her hair dipped over her shoulders.

"How did you-?" Maka leaned back and folded her arms.

"I'm not like you." Was all she responded. Soul continued to gawk at her as she scrambled off of him.

"W-Wait, tell me what you are?" Soul was so confused. He didn't understand any of this. "I promise I won't even touch you if you explain what the hell just happened."

"Why should I?" She asked, her back turned as she headed for the door. Maka's dress tailed her as she walked to the door, figuring she'll live outside the bottle, in her new form. To be honest she didn't know how she turned as big as him. She guessed since the bottle broke it released her and her powers, that explained why she wasn't flaming anymore. So if her powers are gone, is she just a regular human?

"Wait," Soul grabbed Maka's wrist, "please stay." Maka turned to face him.

"Why? This is how people get kidnapped, you know?"

"Didn't I already kidnap you?"

"What ever." Soul chuckled and Maka let out a small laugh. "Alright, it's not like I have anywhere to go." Maka agreed.

"Really?" She nodded and motioned for them to sit down. Soul rested on the couch, placing his hands on his knees. Maka settled for the armchair across from the couch, crossing her legs. Maka began her story from the beginning, explaining to him everything. She didn't know why she was opening up to a stranger but she felt good letting her feelings go. They just met but she felt like they've known each other for years. Soul paid attention to every detail letting out "wow"'s and "ooh"'s. Maka was glad she could talk to someone, she even told him about what she was planning to do if she got out of the bottle. Maka eventually finished her life story not letting a single detail be forgotten. She waited for Soul's response but all she got was him walking towards her. He wrapped his arms around her, a little awkward since she was sitting.

"You seemed like you needed this." Soul whispered in her ear, sending shivers up her spine. When he pulled away Maka looked him in the eyes. They were enlightened with a golden color that sparked wonder in Maka's eyes. She leaned forward and placed her lips on his. It was interesting how their lips matched. They just met but Maka seemed to long for this kiss her entire life. Hie neck was warm against Maka's hand and his hair was soft. She slipped her eyes closed and enjoyed this moment she dreamed of for forever.

"Maka." She felt his lips move against her's. Though, Soul's voice was distant and echoed in her head.

"Maka." Why was she kissing this stranger?

"Maka!"

Maka's eyes shot open and rested on Soul who sat on her bed, leaning on his wrist. Soul's eyes filled with worry as he checked the thermometer in his hand. His sweat pants hung low on his waist with his t-shirt a few inches above. His t-shirt was orange and he had no head band in today, it was Sunday, which means they didn't have school. Maka looked around to find herself in her room, her face feeling really hot.

"I knew it, you're sick." Soul stated.

"I'm what?" Maka looked at Sol with wide eyes and colored red. "D-Did we?"

"Did we what?" Soul raised his eyebrow, leaning his hand closer to me.

"Nothing, nothing." Maka shook her hands and smiled awkwardly.

"Well alright." Soul didn't push. He stood up and stretched, revealing his abs a little. "I guess i'll stay home and take care of that fever for you." He winked making her turn more red. Maka ushered him away while she thought. It was just a dream, huh?

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SO i'm going to start off with I'm sorry. I haven't posted forever and i'm sorry about that. I was originally editing a few weeks ago but I never really finished editing so there is still a lot of typos and everything. I now have a long list of story ideas I have to post so hang on I'm trying.

Also i'm sorry for this chapter. There's like no fluff and i'm all about that fluff. I'm just super busy and I'm trying to catch up cause my team is going to states for a meet and I'm super excited. This isn't as long as I thought it was going to be either.

Also thanks for 700 views. That's awesome considering I can't write. I'm trying to write more but Idk.

Maka: No excuses Arsenic

Me: Oh my Lord, Maka?!?!

Maka: Oh no another fangirl

Me: You and Soul cannon.

Maka: Wtf

Have a great week. I'll try to update more. I do have stories just haven't posted them yet.

Also apparently I can't make this bold so i'm mad at wattpad atm.