It was a bright and sunny spring day: a perfect day for a certain, feisty, Spartoi member.
There weren't many people out, since it was Spring Break. Almost everyone went on vacation to get out of the desolate Death City for a week.
Soul was on a cruise with his family.
Black Star and Tsubaki were visiting her family.
Kid took Liz and Patti on a shopping spree in Paris.
Kim and Jackie went with Liz and Patti.
Stein and Marie were on their honeymoon in the Caribbean.
The only ones left were, Maka, Ox, Harvar, and Kilik.
Maka hummed as she walked home with a large bag of groceries. She passed an alley with nothing but trash and old flyers.
She stopped a few steps later. Was… that someone on the ground, back there?
Maka backed up and Looked down the alley way.
There is someone!
… It was probably a drunken spring-breaker who passed out earlier.
But, unsure of this, Maka set down the groceries and walked up to the man.
He had spikey red hair, and eye patch, and wore a black and red uniform, one she'd never seen. He was quite good looking, and looked to be of mixed race, like Maka.
He had cuts and bruises all over him. He seemed to be badly beat up.
Maka noticed that he didn't have the scent of alcohol on him.
Hmm… should she leave him there, or should she take him back to the apartment? He looks injured… but it's not a good idea to bring a complete stranger in to your home.
She couldn't carry the tall man very far. Sure, Maka was a much stronger and athletic girl, but still… Her apartment was literally one building down, but the nearest medical center was on the other side of Death City!
Because of her kind nature, she sighed and picked the man bridal style. How embarrassing…
She quickly carried him to her apartment building, up the elevator, and down the hall. She carefully set him down to unlock and open her front door. She dragged the red-haired male in, and closed the door.
Maka, again, picked him up and carried him in to her room, laying him on her bed.
If she had laid him down in Soul's room, he would have found out, making him upset- Maka and Soul both have boundaries for their belongings.
He'll have to deal with this for the time being.
Lavi yawned, and started to stretch. He stopped when he felt pain.
He blinked and took in all his surroundings. He noticed he was laying down on a bed, with a fuzzy blanket on him. He seemed to be in a girl's bedroom. It was very pink.
"Where the hell am I?" He asked himself.
He began to get up when a sudden realization hit him, "PANDA?! Hey! Old man! Where are you!?"
"Did you just call me an old man?" A petite girl asked as she walked in.
"O-oh no! Sorry!" He quickly apologized.
She had large-green eyes, fair skin, and wasn't any higher than 5"0. The girl had her ash-blonde hair in two messy buns and wore white shorts, and a sweat-shirt with an odd-shaped skull.
She was holding a tray, with a bowl and a spoon on it.
Lavi rubbed his sore eyes to get a better look at her.
"I'm glad you're up! I was starting to worry," She said as she sat down on the chair next to the bed.
He continued to stare at her as she handed him the tray. She smiled at him happily.
"So…" Lavi began to whisper, "adorable…"
"Huh?" She asked in confusion, tilting her head to the side slightly.
Lavi mentally slapped himself.
'No! I need to focus on what's going on right now! But… she's so cuteee~!' Lavi thought, 'Now's not the time, Lavi!'
"Are you oka-"
"STRIKE~~~!" Lavi yelled with glee, interrupting her mid-sentence.
"What?" Maka asked, looking at the red-head strangely.
Lavi was about to grab her, but noticed the bowl of soup on his lap.
"I hope tomato soup is okay. I don't have any other kinds right now." Maka said cheerfully, forgetting about the stranger's odd behavior.
"Soup?" Lavi stared at the hot soup. He grabbed the spoon and began to slurp it down also forgetting about his strike-worthy girl.
"Geez, how long has it been since you've eaten?" Maka asked with astonishment.
"Too long!" He said quickly, then going back to drinking the soup.
Maka giggled as she watched him.
"I don't have much else to eat at the moment. I had to ditch my groceries to carry you here." Maka explained. As Lavi finished the soup and looked back at the girl.
"Carry me here?" Lavi asked.
"Oh! Sorry! I should have explained sooner," Maka apologized, "I found you passed out in an alley, beaten up and injured."
Before he could reply, Maka spoke up again, "Which reminds me; how are you feeling?"
Lavi suddenly noticed pain, all over his body, "Actually… horrible."
"Should I take you to the hospital?" She asked with worry.
"No, it's alright." He said, smiling at the girl. She smiled back.
'She is really cute though,' Lavi thought, 'I can totally look past her small breasts. Still, my type.'
Maka got up and began to leave the room.
Lavi's eyes drifted downward, 'That is the finest ass I've ever seen- and take a look at those legs! Yeah, I can totally look past her breast size.'
She came back in to the room a minute later with a glass of water and a few pills in her hands. She sat back down and gave them to him.
"What's this?" Lavi asked.
"Ibuprofen- it's a strong pain reliever." She nodded him on to take the medicine.
"You know, I haven't seen someone as beat up as you were, in a while." She said as he took the medicine, "Do you remember what happened?"
Lavi froze, "…Yeah, I do."
"Do you want to talk about it?" Maka asked, noticing his troubled expression.
"It's alright."
"Is it something that the police should get involved with?" Maka asked.
Lavi smiled lightly, thinking about what the Noah would do to the police, "No, really, it's okay."
"Sorry, I'm just a little worried." Maka said, as she held out her hand, "I didn't catch your name. I'm Maka Albarn."
Lavi smiled wider, as he shook her hand, "Lavi."
"Nice to meet you Lavi!" Maka said.
"By the way, where am I?" Lavi asked.
"My bedroom." Maka answered.
"No, I mean, what city? What country?" Lavi asked.
"You have no idea where you are?" Maka asked. He shook his head.
"Well, you're in Death City, Nevada, in the United States of America." Maka explained to the Bookman.
"America? How on earth did I get here?" He asked himself, "I shouldn't be here..."
"Where are you from, Lavi?" Maka asked, trying to distract him from his worry.
"It's a long story." Lavi answered, begining to try to get up, but failing due to the pain.
Maka softly pushed him back on the bed, making sure not to hurt him anymore than he already is, "Don't get up! You can't just up-and-leave in your condition!"
"But, I-"
Maka grabbed his shoulders and looked him straight in the eye.
"I'll do everything in my power to get you back home." She said sternly.
"Are you serious?" He asked, in disbelief.
"Yes, now get some rest. Don't strain yourself." She said as she let go. She sat back down on the chair, "If you need anything, please let me know."
"Will do," He said with a faint smile, still worrying about getting back to where-ever he was being held by the Noahs. As she began to leave the room, "Wait, Maka!"
"Yes?" She asked as she turned around.
"How do I know you're not an akuma?" He ask hesitantly.
"A what now?" Maka asked. She put a finger on her chin, "Let's see... akuma... isn't that 'demon' in Japanese?"
'She must think I'm crazy.' Lavi thought, as he mentally slapped himself. "Nevermind! And... thanks. I appreciate everything."
"No problem." Maka gave him a sweet smiled, and closed the door behind her.
"WH-where the hell is Bookman Jr?!" Sheryl yelled, still upset about his daughter disappearing after protecting that cursed, Allen Walker.
Sheryl and Fiidora both looked at Bookman.
He remained silent.
"Where is the brat?!" Sheryl yelled in rage.
Bookman looked up slowly, "I sent him somewhere... where he will be safe."
A/N: So cute how Bookman is always looking out for his successor!
Btw, I making Makavi an official ship. I love it so much now. I've been drawing so much of it lately.
Maka's kawaii-ness deserves a STRIKE or two.