RED STRINGS OF FATE
Dedicated to anna114 who requested I write a story about Soul and Maka's romantic History. I hope you like it anna!
Summary: The red string of fate; the invisible red string that connects two soul mates. Failing her university law course, she's forced to find a job which ends up at the international prison. Maka Albarn did not expect to meet the murderer who is the reason for her sixth sense. The red string may stretch or tangle but never break.
'The red string of fate is also known as the Red thread of destiny. It is the invisible red string that supposedly connects two people together, similar to the idea of soul mates. It is connected by being tied to the left pinky of both people but untouchable, uncut-able and un-seen to living people.
It is believed that only the grim reaper, lord Death himself can inherit and have the power to see, cut and re-tie these strings. In rare situations, it is also believed that those who once lived with Grigori souls can also sense these threads when dead but have no power to manipulate and cut them.
It is said that the red string may stretch or tangle but can never break, nor can it be traced back to the person on the other end-'
-She closed the book with a 'thump' causing a sheet of dust to explode from the timeworn parchment pages of the ancient primary source.
Maka Albarn had researched her odd 'gift' many times; after all, receiving 79% back from her previous test in her law course at Death City University gave her plenty of time to sloth around. It wasn't a terribly bad grade but considering she wanted to be a lawyer so bad and the fact that she usually would get over 85% over all subjects made her doubt herself. This meant she needed to get at least 98% on all the upcoming exams.
Not having enough points to be a lawyer would serve as a great disappointment to her but that didn't mean she wouldn't have enough points to set up a career in the medical field, right? Perhaps not as a surgeon though, she rolled her eyes, yet another disappointment.
She lied back on the ottoman bean bag in the corner of the 'Deaths Super Series' book store, looking out of the big store window to the empty autumn bursting cobble-stone streets outside. She sighed gently, leaning her head back to gaze at the ceiling, tossing her sandy-blonde hair behind her shoulder in the process.
No, she was not stupid. She didn't fail law because she didn't know the answers on her exam,
no,
not because she didn't understand the government or democracies concept, not even because she didn't have what it takes to be a full time lawyer.
It was their fault that she was always daydreaming and unfocused.
Her parents' fault… She would probably fail law and school this year because of her parents' death.
Maka closed her jade eyes softly, taking in the sensation of darkness, darkness like her everyday life. It's not like she should pin the blame on them. She was just confused.
One minute she was happy, eating dinner at a five star restaurant that her parents payed for as a treat for completing her first semester of the end of college with straight A's, she had even aced Law at that time.
They even went as far as giving her a 4 inch, very thick and hardcover book on 'The strange myths of time' that she treasured as a memory of them. It was a customized version that they made themselves which was special because she knew that no one else could have the same book.
Then, her parents went ahead and dropped the bomb on her. They told her something that completely shattered her life.
They were having a divorce.
Sure, her father would come home drunk once in a while but Maka would just shrug this off as a reason for his stress relief from being the secretary of the CEO of some sort of organisation, she had forgotten the name but they were constantly competing against some other business. To top the divorce off, her parents had died in a car accident leaving Maka as the only survivor.
At least that's what the doctors and nurses told her after she woke up from a 6 day coma caused from an almost fatal blow to the temple, she had practically died for a minute before the paramedics were able to slightly resuscitate her. She was lucky, although, her brains limbic system is half dead therefore leaving her sense of smell glitched at times. This damaged part of her brain had left her head with illusions once in a while because she had a near death experience that pretty much left her mental.
That was another problem, Maka remembered very little about the time of the death. After she was told about her parents' broken marriage and her father's serial cheating, everything went black. Apparently she had suffered temporary semi-amnesia and temporary semi-insomnia as well. Not a thing from that night came back to her even though 12 weeks had passed and she was now in her mid-semester holidays, pumped to start her last term that would determine her career.
In some of her dreams and nightmares though, she would get flash backs of what happened when her parents died but not be able to remember in the morning when she woke up.
Maka opened her eyes to be met with the sight of the librarian who knew her all too well. "Mrs Marie! Are you okay, you look a little worried," she questioned, putting on a smile she stood up to face the pregnant woman.
"Oh I'm fine Maka sweetie, I was concerned about you is all, it's almost 4:00pm and I close early on Wednesdays. You must have been daydreaming deeply to not have heard me; I called your name seven times!" Marie Moljior laughed breezily. She was like a mother to Maka, letting her borrow books with a discount, bringing food over to her and having dinner with Maka whenever she was lonely, she was a mother that Maka could never have anymore.
"Sorry," Maka scratched her neck nervously, "I was just thinking about…things…"
Miss Marie gave a pitiful smile knowingly, "That's alright Maka sweetheart, and I'm always here for you."
"I know," Maka whispered, gazing at her black shoes sadly.
"That reminds me, how is your job hunting going, are you hired yet?" Marie asked, she had changed the subject.
"Oh! I forgot! I've been here all day and I haven't searched yet!"
"Well, you better get going than sweetheart, but remember that I can employ you in ten weeks since one of my girls are leaving for college. Sorry that I don't have a position open right now."
"That's okay; I'll keep it in mind! Bye Mrs Marie."
Marie waved back at the young 21 year old from behind the printed-on glass window and sighed. She hated keeping secrets from the troubled girl but she had to follow through with her orders.
She turned to straighten up some books on the book shelf and noticed that Maka had left the book she was reading on the floor. Rolling her eyes with a small smile she picked up the turned-over opened book and closed it to reveal the cover, reading the title.
'Legend of the Red Strings of Fate – Written by Dr Franken Stein'
Her Golden eyes widened.
She didn't think anyone would come across this book, it was stuffed at the very back corner of the shelves away from prying eyes where no one would see it unless they were looking for it.
"Gi'me the tray! You two-inch creep!" A grumpy worker huffed, grimacing through the high tiny prison cell window slot.
"But I'm not finished yet," came the quiet husky reply from behind the cold dark iron bars that sealed off any access to the face sized window.
"SO WHAT YOU MAN WHORE! Give me the damn tray without trying to rape anyone in the process you murdering freak!"
The loud stubby man grinned with satisfaction as a flimsy harmless plastic tray slipped out from the unlocked mail-slot-like opening in the thick heavy prison door, onto the workers trolley stacked with other trays from the previous cells. Along with the tray came the few bits of oatmeal and bread that the criminal inside had not had enough time to finish.
"I didn't do it," mumbled the prisoner's strained voice followed by continuous raspy dry coughs. The tray collector only answered with a series of laughs, his round bald head and cheeks turning rosy and amused at the criminal who was in a horrible distressed state.
"Of course you did it, even and idiot knows that!" He wiped his grubby fingers on his formerly white apron after tipping the trays contents into a plastic bag hanging off the side of the trolley. "There was evidence. You were caught on the footage of the bars security cameras you smartass punk." He huffed.
By now the coughing behind the strong bound walls finally stopped as the owner of the voice spoke once again, recovering from his lung's attack.
"I'm not a 'smartass punk' you uncool fat-ass, you're the only person who can be seen from space-Ahhh!" the prisoner grimaced, tears that would have fallen no longer did as he had not water or salt left in his body to produce such a normal reflex.
The sharp pain of electricity coursed through his veins for the second time as the tray collector pulled the smoking teaser out from the window slot, glaring down at the criminal thrashing about and clutching his stomach in pain.
"Tch, you deserve that you mutt faced killer…" the chubby man sneered, he chuckled lowly strolling past the automatic doors after scanning his security card to the next gloomy hallway where other inmates were kept.
A/N: How was it?
Should I continue?
Has anyone heard of the red strings of fate before?
I know it was a pretty uneventful chapter but it will get better I promise, I just had to set the storyline out first.
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