Maka could feel it, every time she did a Soul Resonance with Kid and Black Star. She could hear their thoughts, but it wasn't quite thoughts…no. More like emotions.
The brown-haired girl could feel the channel of emotions connecting the two. It wasn't something that could be ignored. The channel, like the bond she could see even when this channel wasn't visible, was too prominent, too noticeable. Sometimes it felt like it was coming more from Black Star, sometimes from Kid, but most times it came from both boys.
Maka wasn't stupid. She wasn't naïve, either, like she had thought Black Star was. She caught the glances they gave each other, like a message passed in supposed secret, or they way each of them sighed when the other wasn't around. Did they think they were being sneaky? Why did they continue to hide? Perhaps they liked the feeling of keeping it under wraps?
Especially during those rare times, when enemies surrounded them on all sides, and that was when Soul played the piano, strengthening their ties, their resonance, like tugging on shoelaces to make sure they're tight. Especially when instinctively Black Star and Kid would reach out blindly, swinging and shooting, and their fingers would curl around each other's. Maka sensed an increase in power right then—just with the other two. Not with her.
But Maka wasn't jealous, by any means. She had Soul, and that was all she needed. Maka's feelings were closer to indignation, to a vague annoyance. They were a team, weren't they? No keeping secrets, then!
It was one of these times, when Black Star's hand was clasped firmly around Kid's, swinging Tsubaki while Kid struggled against the urge to let go so that he could use both Patti and Liz, that Maka first caught actual thoughts.
Black Star, duck!
Got it!
Tell Tsubaki to get out of Enchanted Sword mode, you're getting tired.
No way! I'm fine.
No you're not, idiot.
Pay attention to your own fight, why don't you?
…I worry about you.
I do too. Pay attention to your own fight.
…
Kid, we should tell Maka. About us.
She knows.
Maka snorted. At least Kid was aware. She decided that it was time to butt in.
Of course I do. Even Soul can tell.
…Maka?
Who else would it be, Black Star? Unless Kid suddenly sounds like a girl.
Which isn't possible.
I know, Kid. And just so you're aware, I've known about you two since about…a year ago?
Maka, your left!
Thanks, Black Star!
Well, maybe they wouldn't be so guarded about it. Besides, now they had no way of knowing when she was listening in on their thought conversations, which were only possible when the three were all connected like this. Maka felt almost bad for taking it away from them. Her lip coiled slowly into a smile, like a sly knowing.
Almost.
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I started this as freewriting, and it's got the poetic prose vibe, I guess. Sort of drabblish? XD Whatever it is, I suppose it's good enough to post. Maka is kind of a fangirl…I feel like I got everyone OOC. D: But yeah. First time writing these characters, so please forgive me. X3
Thanks for reading!
