So...it's my first Soul Eater Fanfic so bear with me! Without further ado, read on!
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Why did it bother her so much?
She stomped away from the basketball court, balled fists tensed to send a punch. Maybe he only said it because he thought she would never hear it? Would that justify him saying it at all? No. No it wouldn't.
*Flashback*
Maka trudged happily towards home, new bag of books in hand. Her anger at her father for ruining her relationships with almost all the bookshop owners in the city had faded. They didn't blame her after all. The kindly lady had even given her a discount. The weather seemed to mirror her mood. Buttery sunlight bathed the city and a few lazy clouds drifted across the sky. The urge to sit in her apartment window and soak up the sun put a spring in her step. The apartment was unsurprisingly empty. Soul had said something earlier about hanging out with Black*Star. A small note stuck to the fridge further proved her suspicion.
Maka,
With BS and Kid. Your turn to cook.
-Soul
She sighed at the scratchy handwriting. It was her turn to cook. She slumped to the fridge. Her books would have to wait. The cool air felt good on her face and she was unsurprised to see they had next to nothing in the fridge. The fridge closed with a muted thud. She didn't mind going out again. The clerks always recognized her. She grabbed her bag and stepped back out into the afternoon. The trees whispered in the breeze and she could hear children laughing as she passed the park. The unmistakable sound of a basketball and Blackstar yelling shattered the tranquility. Sighing she made to go the long way around to avoid them when she remembered she didn't leave a note. It was hot outside and getting late, they were no doubt near done. She would stop by to let him know where she was going, she decided. The boys had stopped playing when she reached the court. They lay sprawled out across the court. Probably because they play a lot harder when the girls aren't around, she thought. She could hear them shouting to each other from their respective positions on the ground.
"Your god has beaten you fools once again!" Blackstar declared
"What game were you playing?!" Kid laughed "I wiped the floor with you"
"You both wish" Soul snorted "You two are as bad as Maka!"
She frowned. She knew she wasn't good at basketball but that stung slightly.
"Hey that's not right" Kid protested "Blackstar lost so much worse than Maka would have"
Maka nearly laughed at the ridiculous statement. Blackstar's face was priceless. The three were silent a moment before erupting into laughter.
"In all fairness" Blackstar said, wiping at his eyes "she's not actually that bad. I could probably find a blind person worse"
Soul laughed "Yeah? Float me that guys number and maybe the search for someone who wouldn't mind tiny-tits is over"
"Soul" Blackstar interjected "He can't see. He operates on touch only. He'd notice. Can't blame her though, not everyone can be as well endowed as Tsubaki"
"Hmm, you're right. Maybe he wouldn't mind as much if she wasn't so violent and didn't nag all the time. I don't think there's a handicap that would cover that up" Soul mused.
"Nope. Got nothing" Blackstar conceded.
"You two are horrible human beings" Kid concluded.
Maka didn't notice the tears until they hit her hand. Shocked, she rubbed them away furiously, quickly retreating in the opposite direction before she heard anymore. She was just being overly sensitive. It was her fault for eavesdropping...and being unlovable. Unable to stop the tears this time she simply let her self run, not caring where she went.
*End of flashback*
She continued to walk long after she stopped running. The laughing sun began its decline, laughing at her with its final minutes . She walked, concentrating on nothing but the rhythm of her footsteps. Subconsciously she knew she couldn't do this all night even if there was no school tomorrow. She would have to suck it up and deal with it. She was over sensitive. While they shouldn't have said those hurtful things, it was her fault they were true. No. This was making it worse. She would simply forget this even happened. Nodding to herself she looked around. She didn't recognize this part of the city. She looked for signs or even people. The streets were eerily empty. She turned around and began walking back the way she came. The scenery began to look slightly more familiar but she had remembered turning a couple times. The streets were still empty and the houses hard to recognize in the growing darkness . With a sigh she closed her eyes. Soul Perception was her last resort. A block away, approaching her was a familiar soul...
"Maka? What are you doing here at this time of night?"
"Kid" She said, relieved "...I'm kinda lost"
"I see. I figured as much. I suppose you haven't been in this area this late before. My house is a little while away" He supplied, gesturing back the way she came to the right.
Kids house was close to the middle of death city. She was somewhere near the outskirts of the city, she realized. That was hardly a 'little while' away.
"You came looking for me" It wasn't a question. Kid sighed, looking down guiltily. Clearly caught in his bluff.
"Soul didn't see you when he got home and there was no note so he called around to see if anyone had seen you. No one had so I volunteered to find you as it would make the most sense as I have soul perception" He explained.
"I see. Thank you. Sorry to trouble you. If we walk to your house I can find my way back from there" She said.
"Despite my crass nature at times in the presence of Blackstar, I am a gentlemen. It would be most rude to leave a lady without an escort home" He replied, extending his arm to me.
Knowing it was futile to protest, she took his arm. The air had chilled in the absence of the sun and I was grateful for Kid's warmth. Noticing my slight shivering and lack of appropriate apparel for the temperature change, he stopped. He shrugged off his jacket before draping it over my shoulders. It was warm and smelled like him. He was a gentleman after all..
"Better?"
I nodded, pulling the jacket closer around my shoulders. We walked in comfortable silence for a beat before he broke the silence again.
"Can I ask why you were near the outskirts of town?"
She didn't want to lie to someone so honest but the truth was embarrassing. A half-truth then.
"I was on my was to the store and I got distracted. I didn't pay attention and the next thing I knew I was lost" She relied, looking down.
He seemed to take the hint and dropped the subject. "Are you excited for tomorrow?"
Realization. Tomorrow was the festival. The city had turned in early to prepare for the huge D-day festival. The store wouldn't have even been open. She face-palmed. All for nothing...
"Forgot?" he guessed.
"Yes" she admitted, trying to hide the embarrassed pink tint in her cheeks.
"Huh, incredible" he said "I think Black Star woke a few dead the last time he was shouting about it"
She couldn't suppress a laugh when the image came to mind of Black Star shouting about the city about an event that everyone knew about.
"I almost wish he would have gotten kicked by another little girl" Kid confided.
The laughter was contagious and they both held their stomachs, recounting embarrassing scenarios with the infamous Blackstar.
"He almost got us kicked out of France when he tackled the President" Kid supplied.
Maka shook her head. "He broke into the wrong building" she began. Kid looked at her curiously.
"An orphanage"
Kid flinched slightly at the idea. "That's not that bad. He accidentally knocked a wagon of girl scouts cookies over a bridge. They chased us for seven blocks. One of them had a pocket knife "
"He broke their nightlight. He tried to light a candle and set the curtains on fire" She added.
"...That's not-"
"Then he told them not to call their parents"
"...You win. That is possibly the worst thing I've ever heard" Kid conceded.
Maka laughed. "I may have won but not by much. A pocket knife, really?"
"Actually she was a very large girl scout. The terror was real"
They laughed as they turned onto Maka's street. Her apartment building loomed before them. She turned to Kid.
"Thanks for walking me home"
"Anytime" he shrugged, hands in his pockets "I'll see you tomorrow" he called over his shoulder.
Maka felt unusually empty. Startled she called him. "Kid!"
He turned around, confused. She tried to think of something when she felt the coat shift on her shoulders. She was in front of him in three steps. She shrugged the coat off, pulling it around his shoulders.
"Your coat" she breathed, suddenly aware of the small distance between their faces.
She stepped back quickly, heading straight into her apartment building. Kid stood dumbstruck for a minute before pulling his arms through their respective sleeves and heading to his own house. He could smell the faintest trace of her scent.
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