3rd Person POV
"Hahahahaha!"
"Maka..."
"What?" Maka continued to giggle through her suppressed lips.
"Shut up..." Soul was getting tired of everyone's laughter. The night was going well for Soul until he spilt his coke over his black pants.
"How can I? Gahahahahahaha!"
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! I, Black*Star, should be the ultimate laugher here! Maka will never surpass the Gods!" Black*Star yelled with pride.
"Like I wanted to be a God anyways..." Maka quieted down as she tried to help Soul with his soda-stained pants. They were quite sticky.
"Good! Besides, how could you become a God with that flat-as-a-board chest and -" Maka, of course, pulled out a thick textbook and...
"MAKA-CHOP!"
"Ow!"
"But, I am the Goddess of 'Maka-Chops' and that is something that you will never be a God at..."
"What did you say?"
"I thought you would be able to hear me if you're a God..?"
"She got you that time, Black*Star!" Tsubaki said to her meister as she high-fived Maka. To her surprise, Soul hadn't said anything but had called the waiter over and payed for the bill. "You didn't need to pay for the whole thing, Soul..."
"Oh well... It's what cool guys do," he replied.
"So... What are you going to do about those pants? They're asymmetrical!" Kid asked curiously; getting worked up over the symmetry of Soul's pants.
"Maka brings extra clothes in her bag so she probably has an extra pair of jeans for me or something... Right, Maka?" He had to embarrass her now.
"Yes, Soul, I do..." Maka said gritting her teeth and passing the pair of jeans over to Soul. Tsubaki and Liz were the only ones that weren't laughing due to this fact.
"She's wiser than you, Kid, if you think about it," Liz said.
"In this case she is! But is it symmetrical? I didn't think so!" Kid retaliated.
"Your not symmetrical..."
"Oh, burn!" Black*Star burst out laughing again.
"Right! You guys finish your dinner and I'll go get changed in the guys bathroom!" Soul walked off in the direction of the males restroom.
"Don't you order something else," Maka shot a look at Black*Star "I trust you'll watch them, Tsubaki? I'm going to go change into more comfortable clothes!"
"Okay," replied Tsubaki. In her casual tone of responsibility of course.
"That baka! Embarrassing me like that..." Maka exclaimed before rinsing her face over again with the cold water. Instead of her black dress with halter neck straps that she was wearing earlier, she now wore casual skinny flair jeans and an emerald green top. It had short sleeves with the number '7' on both sides. Her hair was down until she put it in her usual pigtails before walking, with her shoes and dress in her bag, outside to find the group leaving without her. "H-Hey! Wait up!"
"Oh, Maka. I was wondering when you were going to get out of there!" Soul stated. He had changed into blue jeans, a yellow shirt, and a black jacket. His typical smirk was showing across his face.
"The number 'seven' is not symmetrical!" Kid pouted.
"Lay off, Kid! We'll see you guys at school tomorrow!" Liz quickly grabbed Kid's arm and dragged him away before Patty could help him.
"Let me fix the 'seven' into an 'eight'!" Kid yelled out in the darkness. Maka knew he was going to notice sooner or later.
"Well, we're gonna go as well. Nice eating dinner with you guys!" Tsubaki said cheerfully and left with Black*Star.
"Soul?" Maka asked for Soul's attention.
"Hn?"
"Shall we get going then?"
"Well we kinda have to now don't we..."
"True that," Maka said as she grabbed his hand when they started walking. Maka had complained about her dress getting ruined, so they ditched Soul's motorcycle; which means they now had to walk the 2.5 miles home. "It's easier to walk when your not wearing a dress and heals."
"Hahahaha! Can I say something?"
"You may..."
"May/Can whatever! Well, you looked really beautiful tonight," Soul blushed.
"Really? That was my mom's dress too..." Maka sighed squeezing his hand.
"Well it looked really good on you." He squeezed her hand back. Only a mile away from their apartment; this proved that being in many battles payed off when it came to getting home at 11:00 PM! It was also very dark, and the lamps provided little light because the bulbs needed replacing. They were so comfortable in the dark that they didn't notice that someone was following them. Their stalker was someone from Maka's past and he knew how to stop weapons from transforming. This he had already performed on Soul, but Soul never noticed it considering there seemed to be nothing wrong with his food. Now, was his time to attack.
"Nice to see you again, Maka..." Slyly he stepped out of his hiding place and stood behind the couple. Maka froze and Soul recognized her fear.
"Get away from her, Breight..." Soul was slowly getting anxious for Maka's safety. Breight was Maka's childhood friend before he sexually assaulted her countless times. She thought it was love considering she used to like him when they were friends, but when Soul came along she had realized many things about her past and what Breight's actions truly meant. The only thing left that he wanted to perform on her was rape; he did everything else with her except sex. He would call it sex and get away with it because he was popular at the other school that was made for humans. Soul knew he wanted it, but unfortunately for Breight, Soul had already recieved Maka's virginity and he had given his to her. Maka stood behind Soul with her arms wrapped around his left arm. Soul was ready to get rid of him if Maka told him to. She would never let any of her friends hurt someone without a reason.
"Breight... What are you doing here?" Maka asked with fear in her voice. Breight noticed it dead on.
"To get my little slave back," Breight replied while licking his lips.
"She is not your slave!" Soul managed to head butt him, but that only angered Breight. He threw a punch and hit Soul square in the face. Soul fell to the ground and clutched his head. He was dizzy.
Soul's POV
What is happening to me? My actions are so slow... I asked myself. Maka was at my side and holding me close.
"I bet you're wondering what happened to you, right? Well, to put it simply, I stopped your body from changing into a weapon. You're defenseless!"
"You... Bastard."
"Soul!" Maka screamed at me just as I hit the ground. I was on the verge of passing out.
"Hehe... Let's get his body on the wall shall we?" As Breight was saying this he lifted and taped me to the far wall. Maka... I can't talk... And with that, I fell into his trap.
3rd Person POV
This tape was a special kind of duct tape only used to keep a boundary when two people are fighting. Breight has a few connections with some people at the DWMA and when he asked for it, he simply told them that his friends wanted to have a boxing ring in the forest. Sneaky little fellow. He wasn't even fully human! He also asked for a camera to put in one of the trees to record the fighting. They agreed thinking that it would be cool to watch one day. Once Breight had inserted the camera in Soul's hands, he fixed the tape around Soul's wrists, arms, neck, and then to the wall. Soul's head hung limply. "Now for you... Hehehehehehe." She was scared.
Maka's POV
Please... No... Soul! Wake up!
"Don't come near me!" I am frightened and he's liking that. Breight is inching closer to me with pleasure in his eyes and I'm hating that. He's wanted me all his life, but he doesn't know that Soul has gotten to me first. He would've killed him if he knew! He never wanted me to feel happiness; only pain. Pain and suffering are the words that he wants to engrave into my mind. If only he knew that he had succeeded with that a long time ago...
