Hey there! Hiya! This is my first try at writing again in years and my first fanfiction ever. Hopefully you will like it. Anywho... enjoy!
Crash!
"Maka?!" Soul yelled while running to Maka's room.
Slamming the door open, Soul was greeted with the sight of an over-turned bookshelf and a huge pile of books.
"Maka…?"
"Ow…"
Suddenly the pile of books moved to reveal a very disgruntled Maka.
"After all these years, I think I finally understand why you guys complain about my Maka-Chops," Maka grumbled while rubbing her head.
"Hurts don't it?" Soul laughed. He stood the bookshelf back up and reached a hand out to Maka. "So what were you doing that caused the book avalanche?"
"I'm trying to redecorate my room," she said, taking his hand and pulling herself up. "I figured after all these years, I need a change."
"Well I won't complain about that. It's not cool to stay in the past Maka."
"Yeah, I know. I'm not completely in the past, though! I did finally let go of the pigtails and the school girl look last year when we tried dating because as I remember you said, and I quote, 'cool guys don't date girls that look five years old.'" She said animatedly in a bad imitation of his deep voice.
"Well they don't!" Soul smirked. "I will give you that, you do appear to have grown up with the rest of us." Soul looked Maka up and down. Her dirty blonde hair was piled onto the top of her head in a messy bun. Her pale face had matured to show high cheek bones that accented her big green eyes that where surrounded by a little eye liner and mascara. She wore an over-sized band t-shirt and ripped up old jeans with bright, fuzzy, neon socks. He had to admit, his meister had in fact grown up over the last 3 years. "So, what are you going to try and do with this room anyway?"
Maka looked around her room. It was a complete mess. A pile of books stood in one corner surrounded by a mix of things she had collected over the years, but had lost her taste for. Pink shelves hung on the walls soon to be replaced by dark blue ones. New black and silver desk supplies still sat in a box to swap out with her old mismatched assortment of supplies. Her new blue and teal chevron comforter was only half unwrapped on top of her bed. A neat box of old pictures and scrapbooks ready to be sealed and put in storage stood next to a bag of very, very old stuffed animals that, honestly, Maka was sure why she still had.
"I'm not sure," Maka sighed. "I just got tired of living in a preteen's room while thinking about graduation. Could you help me move some of this stuff into storage?"
"Sure. Actually, I have some things I want to put in there too. Just let me go find it." Soul said as he walked out of Maka's room and down the hall to his.
Maka walked over to the box of pictures and picked up a few. She smiled as she looked at a photo of Soul and Black Star putting Kid in a headlock. Another picture was of Tsubaki as Liz and Patty did her makeup for her first date with Black Star. She was so lost in her memories that she almost didn't notice the paper that fell on the floor by her feet. Maka picked it up and gasped. It was the postcard from her mother that she had received just before the battle with Asura. She had lost it right after the battle and could feel a flood of emotions as she looked over the card for the first time in years.
This single card with a single word had helped her through the hardest battle of her life. It had saved her life, her friends' lives, and the lives of everyone in Death City. A single word… A single word that didn't look right…
Maka leaped from the bed she was sitting on to the box and dug through it. Desperately, she tossed things aside until she found what she was looking for. She finally held up the other postcards from her mother and took them back to her bed where the other lay. She placed them next to each other and analyzed every detail carefully.
Something was wrong. This one was different. The writing was different, but yet still familiar.
"No…"
By this time Soul had come back with his own box of items. As he walked into Maka's room, he knew something was up. Pictures were strewn all over her floor now and she sat on her knees by her bed with a look of shock on her face.
"Maka? Maka, what's wrong?" Soul asked as he carefully walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. She was shaking.
Abruptly, she stood up and walked out of her room. Soul was more than confused, but followed her down the hall to see her putting her boots on and grabbing her keys.
"Where are you going? Maka, please tell me what's going on."
Maka turned to him with a cold, stern expression and spoke in a solemn tone.
"I need to get to the academy. I need to talk to my Papa."