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He knew what he had done as soon as the door slammed into his face. Soul rested his head on the door, feeling regret bubble up inside him. "Maka, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything." When that didn't work, he knew that Maka wasn't going to talk to him for another few hours – all because he said something about her not being able to control her mood swings. "Maaaaaakaaa!" He called out once more, and this time he got a response.
"Go to hell, Soul!" She had shouted back, the door muffling her voice a little.
Soul quickly felt the regret die down, and laughed. "I'll meet you there!" He said, his cockiness making a comeback. Straightening up, he smoothed out his jacket and gave his signature smirk to anyone that was watching. "I'll just go visit Black Star." And with that, Soul made his way to his motorbike.
Strapping his helmet on, and giving the engine a rev, he sped out and onto the street. The bike was real nice looking. Black and silver, all shiny – and Harley Davidson. Soul was proud of himself that he had picked up the beauty at such a low price.
Getting to Black Star's, Soul got there in around ten minutes, give or take a few. He killed the engine and took of the helmet, then fixed his hair in the mirror. Black Star's house was small and had a Japanese feel to it, but it was pretty cool. Striding up to the door with his hands in his pocket, he released one of them to knock on the door. A few seconds later, he was greeted by Tsubaki. She was wearing a simple tee and a knee-length skirt, her hair up in a bun. "Oh, hey Soul. What can I do for you?" She questioned the shorter boy.
"I was just wondering, is Black Star was home? Maka's angry at me again." No surprise there.
Tsubaki just smiled and shook her head, then moved aside for Soul to come in.
"He's in the back room, playing video games." Smiling, she left Soul to go to her bedroom to do something Soul wasn't sure of. He moved to the back room, and sure enough, he found Black Star doing sit ups and playing Halo at the same time. That kid was skilled.
"Oh, hey Soul! Did you come so I could kick your ass in Halo?" Black Star started to laugh hysterically at the thought. Shaking off the sarcastic comment, Soul had already plugged in a second controller and started to play.
"But, besides me kicking your ass – why are you here?" The blue haired boy asked, his tongue sticking out on side of his mouth whilst concentrating on the game.
Soul shrugged. "Eh, I said Maka couldn't control her mood swings, she got angry, she slammed the door, now I'm here." They both burst out into a fit of laughter after that.
After a few hours of gaming and eating some food Tsubaki had cooked them, Soul had finally decided to leave the two. "Well, I better get going. Gotta make sure Maka's not dead or something like that." With a short laugh, he was back outside and on the returned to his bike. Strapping on his helmet yet again, he sat on the bike and the engine had come to life. But, something seemed off. It was something like, you knew something bad was going to happen, yet you didn't know what and you can't shake the feeling.
Soul was thinking about it, causing him to lose focus on the road. But a scream pulled him out of his thoughts. Soul looked up to see a woman in the middle of the road, and he was heading straight for her. Quickly regaining his thoughts on how to drive a motorbike, he moved the bike to the right, thankfully dodging the woman. But not so thankfully, Soul had lost control of the motorbike.
Shit, shit, shit, shit! Was all soul could think of. But so many questions were clouding his brain. Why wasn't he paying attention to the road? Why was he thinking about some stupid feeling he was having? But most of all, what's going to happen after this?
Soul quickly turned the bike to the left, avoiding more people on the sidewalk. Then he swerved to the right, to avoid a bunch of trees, and all he could hear were horrible, blood-curdling screams from on lookers.
Just as he thought he had everything under control and had the bike on the road and going forward, that's when he heard the heavy sound of a truck. All Soul heard was more screams, and the trucks horn. His last thoughts were of Maka, and the last things he had said to her. Would they be the last he would ever speak to her? His thoughts were washed away when everything turned to black.