"Oi, Tiny Tits, the food's burning!" Shouted a white-haired boy, his' red eyes squinted into a glare at the sandy-blonde meister, lost in yet another book. It was unlike Maka to ever mess up her cooking, but today she didn't give a damn.
"Well maybe you should make your own damn food!" She shouted back. The white-haired weapon named Soul murmured some swear words before shuffling into the kitchen. A few seconds later, the smoke alarm went off, causing Soul to swear even louder.
"God, Soul, don't you know how to do anything?" She hissed, spewing venom.
"Well maybe if you got your nose out of your book and woke up to reality then you could help me fix this, dumb shit!" Soul snapped back with equal hatred. This caused Maka to gasp, and step back, and her shoulders shaking. Soul immediately regretted it, his' shoulders sagging and a sad look on his face, filled with regret. "Maka…I-" But his' apology was cut short as tears bubbled in Maka's eyes.
"Fine! Be an asshole, see if I care!" Maka screamed, and ran out of the house, unsure here she was going. For now, she may as well crash at Kid's house, and hang with the Thompson Sister so she could blow off some steam. The alarm was still ringing and she could hear a thump and Soul screaming another swear word.
It was a rather cold night in Death City, the crazed moon with a pedo-smile laughing to himself, probably witnessing another murder, which was common here, hence the name "Death City". As Maka trudged through the night, she didn't care if someone kidnapped her, right now she felt numb. Soul and she always fought, but he had never said something as terrible as that. She knew was a bookworm, but Soul usually went with the flow, that's the only way they could resonate. Of course, their souls were different; Professor Stein had pointed that out when they first encountered him. But they still could pull of Witch Hunter Slash, and they had overcome the time when they really couldn't resonate. She thought they were getting closer; that maybe, he liked her.
But of course, she was off. Maybe she really was just oblivious to reality; living in her own little dream world of books, where fairytales came true, where Soul might love her back. Damn, had reality bit her hard. She winced, remembering the pure hatred in his' eyes. She threw her head back, and looked up at the laughing moon, tears in her eyes again, blurring the crazed face of the moon.
Letting out a sigh, Maka trudged on again, finally making her way up to Death the Kid's gigantic mansion of a house. She looked up at the perfectly symmetrical exterior, feeling a little better already. She thought of getting a makeover with the sisters, and then when she felt better, she'd go and face Soul again. As she knocked on the door, her heart had already lifted slightly. A girl with long brown hair, wearing a cowboy hat and long jeans opened the door.
"Hey Maka! What's up?" The girl greeted with a smile. Forcing a smile, Maka replied "Hey Liz! Mind if I come in?"
As the cowgirl let her in, Maka looked around at the grand entrance hall, still amazed at the fact Kid lived here. A shorter girl with short blonde hair and blue eyes skipped in.
"Who was at the door, sis?" The bubbly blonde asked.
"Hey, Patty! It was Maka." Liz replied, gesturing to the Meister who stood awkwardly next to Liz.
"Makaaaaa-chaaaan!" Patty cried, throwing herself onto the mesiter. Maka laughed lightly, and hugged the girl back.
"So what's up? No offence, but why are you here?" Liz asked, closing the gigantic door.
Maka turned away from the girls, reality sinking in again. "Soul and I are fighting again, but this time it was worse. I just...Needed to get away for a bit, you know?" Maka said, still not looking at the girls, her eyes open, but not focused on anything. Liz looked at her with sympathy, understanding, seeing the fact that the two fought constantly. Even Patty stopped laughing for a moment to stare at Maka, a unusual look of sadness on her face.
"Well, we can't have that now can we? I say we have a girls night out!" Liz said, breaking the silence. Patty's laughter started up again. "Kyahahaha! Girl's night out! Girls night out!" She screamed, sitting on the floor, kicking her legs and waving her arms up and down in a bird-like manor. Maka smiled at her friends, feeling even better.
After a phone call to Tsubaki for her to meet them at the mall, they took off. They took Kid's limo to the mall, blasting music and sticking their heads out of the sunroof, laughing and screaming at bystanders. As they arrived at the mall, Tsubaki was awaiting them at the entrance.
"Tsubaki!" Maka cried, hugging the tall weapon who was partnered with Black Star.
"Time to shop 'till we drop!" Liz announced, and the girls headed in. They spent hours trying on crazy and over-priced clothes, trying on makeup, playing at the arcades, and getting manicures and pedicures.
As they finished, their arms weighed down by tons of bags filled with clothes, Maka stopped and smiled at the group. "Thanks you guys. This was just what I needed," she said, a sad smile on her face.
"Glad to hear we got out Maka back!" Liz cried, and the others nodded in agreement. They decided that they all would just sleep over at Kid's house, but Liz got him to leave so they had the place to their selves. Kid was hesitant at first, giving Maka a weird look, but Liz practically threw him down the steps. As they sat in a circle at the media room, they all turned rather somber.
"Maka, I know you don't want to talk about it, but do you mind telling us so we can beat his' ass for making you that sad." Liz said, her tone serious. Maka laughed nervously.
"It was stupid. I just…I wasn't used to him saying that sort of thing, so I slipped out. It really hurt, but I'm over it. Why dwell on the past, right? I'll just go and apologize tomorrow, okay?" The girls gave each other a look, but finally gave up and they all watched "Easy A", which Liz had rented on the way out of the mall. Then we played video games for the rest of the night. I dreamed of Soul and I being together again, everything normal. That he'd hold me and kiss me….Fucking hormones.