The apartment was deadly still to the point where it was maddening. The floors had been vacuumed, and polished, glinting in the lighting of the room. There were no dishes in sight, none in the sink, or the dishwasher. Clothes had been picked off the floor, washed, dried, and resting on my bed, awaiting to be put away. No speck of dust went untouched.
Is this my apartment? I turned around to face him. He stood there, hands in his pockets, acting like he didn't care. Of course I could tell he was waiting to see what I'd say. "Well... You went all out," I stated, a bit impressed, and annoyed. He didn't have to go all out. I leave for a few days, and I come home, to a spotless apartment. Sounds like I'm complaining? I'm thrilled that this place is clean, but there is only one reason why it's this clean.
BAM! Soul was on the floor in an instant, rubbing his head. "What the hell?!" He glared up at me, only to stop when he saw my fury.
"So... Soul," I began venomously, "who all came over while I was gone?" Soul's eyes widened a bit, as he tried to straighten himself out.
"What gave me away?" he snickered.
"The fact that this place is clean, and those aren't my clothes on the bed." I walked over to them, holding up a lacy thong to prove my point. Raising an eyebrow in question, but Soul looked away, scratching his head.
"Don't you wear anything sexy?" he asked. Wrong question.
"MAKA CHOP!" He was on the floor again, this time a fountain of blood coming out of his head.
"Geez Maka... Give me a break... Please," he groaned, "At least I cleaned up the place." I searched my room more thoroughly, noticing a couple things were missing.
"Alright, I'll give you a break," I nodded. He sighed in relief, as he sat up right. "After you get my missing stuff back." He looked at me incredulously. "I'll even make a list of the stuff that's gone." I closed the door on Souls face triumphantly. I leave on a mission for a few days, and I come home to a room missing my stuff!? No problem! He'll just have to track down whoever took it, and give them back.
I stood at the door to Maka's bedroom. Is she serious!? "Wow, so uncool Maka.." I could hear her giggle behind the door. She had a really cute laugh, even if she's writing out my end. I remembered Liz had something of Maka's in her hand, and said she was gonna borrow it for some date. I thought chicks did that all the time, but apparently not. I walked over to the window, trying to remember where most of the stuff went.
A memory hit me.
"Soul! Why do the Greeks smash plates?" Blackstar slurred, as he slung an arm around my shoulders. I shrugged, not wanting to answer, out of fear I might barf.
"It's to show the end of a great meal, or event," Kid explained, almost falling over as he did. Blackstar looked over at the kitchen, grinning menacingly.
"Well, we're having a great time!" He shouted, as he stumbled over to the kitchen.
I groaned, pressing my head against the window. That's where all of the plates went. I remembered doing something with the plates, I just didn't realize that we smashed them all. "Oi, Maka! Did the plates in the kitchen mean anything to you?"
"Uh... No? Why?" Ah shit. Now I have to explain.
"Well, there all gone. Smashed to bits and pieces! You mi-"
"YOU IDIOT!" She screamed. Suddenly I was flying out of the window. In that moment, I realized I forgot to say something to Maka, but I couldn't now. Welcome Home Maka...