This is a little piece about what I was reading about Soul Eater. Thanks to ace(.)striker for the idea !!!!
And this was meant to be plotless and pointless. So please. Just keep the rude comments to yourself this time around.
Disclaimah: I don't own Soul Eater....sigh....
_xSoulx_
Maka was busying herself by fiercely reading and taking notes from the fourth book out of her stack of what to seemed to be fifty. She was acting like the test was in three minutes! What was wrong with just one bad grade? Even if it wasn't a perfect one-hundred?
Damn, what was with Maka and her damn studying?
"Hungry, Maka." I said, agitated; I said this more then two times and was still getting the same result:
She didn't look up from her note-taking while she said,"Just put the noodles in the microwave, then press the numbers 1,3,0. It shouldn't give your hand a cramp."
Her condescending tone made my eye twitch. Fourth time...My god, Maka. Please! I mentally implored her.
"Makaaaaaa."
Next thing I knew, she was doing something which made me confused. She raised the fiftieth encyclopedia-sized book over her head, how did she reach it at her level?, and held it there.
Unexpected? Yes, but why?
Counting in my head, I got to seventy-five before her lips started to take the form of a certain, familiar word...
I watched her lips move as she coiled her arm. She seemed to hold the last letter of her speech for ten seconds.
Oh, no... I thought as she turned her menacing, viperous chartreuse eyes to bore inflamed holes into the back of my skull.
Her bloodcurdling countenance made the blood draw from my face. I could not move; I was locked by her demonic smirk.
"CHOP!"
I cringed as the book made contact with my forehead, and I'd have to say, she could be a sharpshooter from this range.
And another thing I have to say:...
"OWWWWW!!! OH, MY FREAKIN' GOD!!! THAT FREAKIN' HURTS!!!" I bellowed as I fell backwards.
Maka turned back to her studies. "Maybe if you leave me alone, you wouldn't have to suffer," she said evenly.
Oh why, oh why, did I put up with this every day of my life!
"Oi, Maka." I said as I rubbed my becoming increasingly sore forehead.
She laid down her pencil and stood up in one fluent movement; she walked to me, slowly and tomenting. Oh, crap! She's going to kill me! Goodbye, cruel world!
She stopped and stared at my expression, her grimace unreadable.
"What's the use of textbooks, anyways? It's not like that they can make you stronger, or save you in a battle." I complained.
She closed her eyes.
A few minutes ticked by. Planning her attacked, I assumed.
Finally, she opened her glaring oculus. My face paled even whiter.
"There's more ways to become stronger then just physically in battle, Soul." she spoke through tight lips.
She walked off back in the direction she came from. She scared me when she stopped midstride on her way back.
I blocked my face with my arms by making an X. Without turning, she blared out:
"Textbooks can too save your life in the middle of a battle!"
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I mentally nodded. She would know.
How was it? Please let me know!!
