Hey you peoples. I recently got into Soul eater. I watched all 52 episodes of the Anime in 6 school days! Anyway, now I am OBSESSED. So I figured this fandom needs more fics of Soul getting kidnapped because I couldn't find enough. I just decided to put my own twist on things. Enjoy!^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater. Darn.
It was a lazy spring evening in Death City. The demented sun was creeping below the horizon, casting strange shadows off of buildings and trees and other interesting things. The weather was warm but not sweltering and it wasn't chilly either, making it a perfect day for the citizens of the city to stroll around with loved ones or hang out with friends. However, peace did not reside in every nook and cranny. As the moon's pointed head began it's long climb into the night sky the gentle quiet in one particular apartment building was shattered. Heated words rose from the colorful complex. Heated words that perhaps had not meant to be so harsh.
Soul's crimson eyes blazed in anger. She had no right!
"Hey! You can't call yourself so great! Just because you're a meister and I'm a weapon!"
The day had started out well enough but after they got home from school a small argument had escalated into a shouting match.
"Without me you couldn't fight! You can't become a death scythe without me!" Maka sure could scream when she wanted to.
"Oh yeah? Well how do you know? You never let me test my skill because you're too afraid of me getting stronger than you! Which I already am anyway!" Soul retorted angrily.
"No you aren't!" Screamed Maka. "I don't even need you! Without you I can just find a new partner, but you'll be stuck partnerless because no one is their right mind would pick you!"
Soul snarled, shark teeth bared. "Then I guess you're just a flat chested lunatic!" Maka spluttered. She wasn't flat chested! She shoved Soul backwards, truly angry now (As if she wasn't already).
"You know what Soul? I wouldn't have picked you if I knew what a lazy jerk you were! You are such a loser!" For the first time Soul's face registered real hurt. He opened his mouth to retort but Maka cut him off.
"The only things you're good at are getting on my nerves and playing creepy piano music that I can't believe I ever liked! Your parents probably were lying to you when they said you were good. Your music sucks, Soul." Immediately she wished she hadn't said that. The shock, betrayal and anger on her weapon's face threatened to make her crack. She must stay strong. No take backs.
The door slammed behind her as Soul stormed out of the apartment.
If Maka had won, why did she feel like she lost?