Her whole body ached. She could barely move with out gasping in agony, but that didn't stop her from throwing her sweater over her head and grabbing her books, before stumbling out the door.
She didn't want Soul to know. Heck, she didn't want anyone to know. Her hand felt it's way up the bottom of her shirt, and skidded to her right side. Her fingers gently swept over the indentions in her skin, as she winced in pain. Bite marks.
Stupid Witch!, Her mind shouted. Who would bite someone in the side? And why the hell did it hurt so much?
"Ugh," she groaned.
"Something wrong?" The snow-haired boy said locking the door to their apartment.
"Uh, no!" She snapped, looking at him.
He drew the key out of the door, before ever so gracefully putting it in his pocket. "Chill out, jeez, it is your time of the month or something?" He glanced at her, rolling his crimson eyes.
Her eyebrows furrowed, but she didn't respond. It even hurt to talk. Instead she focused on walking. Okay Maka, one foot . . . and then the other . . . okay . . . repeat. Who ever thought walking could be so murderously painful?
She sighed, this must be all part of Medusa's magnificent plan of killing her. A last chance decision. Maka remembered it oh so clearly . . . After all it was last night.
Flash back
"Foolish girl!" The snake witch hissed, "You really think you can defeat me?"
"Well, if you haven't noticed, I'm not the one bleeding on the ground right now am I?" The blond girl grinned furiously.
A deafening cackle escaped Medusa's lips. "Oh, but you will be soon . . ." She lifted her weak arm, and pointed it to the girls stomach. A pitch black snake shot from her and in a bat of an eye, bit Maka on the side before dissolving into a fine mist. She herself, wouldn't have known what it had done if she had not felt it.
"Wow, you are stupid, huh? You missed!" Soul said with a touch of humor in his voice. He was clueless . . .
The witch let out another booming laugh before she feel limp . . . Forever . . . Hopefully . . .
End flash back
The school slowly came into view, as the pair walked side by side, Soul glancing at his partner every now again. Something wasn't right.
" You sure your ok?" He asked, eyebrows raised.
"I. Am. Fine." She hissed causing him to back up a couple of steps. They walked through the doors and into Professor Stein's room, before , Maka, carefully took her seat, holding in a shriek of pain.
Another dissection of course, but thank fully they just had to take notes. She picked up her pencil, then, gasping, dropped it from her hand. She looked at her hands, watching bruises slowly cover the tips of her pale fingers.
Soul, noticing the silent gasp, looked at Maka.
"What's wrong?" A hint of concern in his voice.
"Bug." She said quickly. He shrugged and returned to doodling on his notebook.
Maka sat, confused. How the hell can someone get a bruise from picking up a pencil? So for the rest of the class, she decided not to touch anything. But that wouldn't stop people from touching her.
"Hey, Maka." Came a hushed whisper from behind her. She turned to see a sky-blue-haired boy staring at her intently. "Can I copy your notes?"
"No." She said, she didn't want to be in pain for speaking too many words.
"Come on, Maka!" Black*Star said his pencil poking her in the back. A gasp, loud and agonizing, fought itself free from her lips.
"Stop!" She almost yelled. Soul turned toward her, a look of complete concern etched on his face.
"Maka? What's wrong?" He asked.
"Nothing! I just want to be left alone."
Soul nodded at Black*Star, who sat back in his seat grumbling something about defying someone who was greater than God.
The final bell rang, as Maka, wincing, fought her way through the crowd in an effort to get home.
As she finally exited the building, she only had one thing on her mind. Home.
Time seemed to slow drastically before she finally arrived at her destination. She unlocked the door, swung it open, and the after entering, gently closed it. She carefully pulled off her jacket, and softly hung it on the coat rack, before leaning on the kitchen counter for support from her pain.
Not long after that Soul, repeating the process Maka had performed, arrived and walked over to her.
"You'd tell me if something was wrong right?" He questioned, uncertainty hovering in his voice.
A slight pause. "Yeah, of course I would." She fibbed.
But it worked, he shot a toothy grin at her before announcing that he would make dinner tonight.
She smiled, "Thanks." She quietly answered.
He lifted his hand, and slapped her on the back as a response. Maka, then screamed bloody murder, as tears flooded down her eyes. All at once she went limp, passing out cold from the unbearable pain.
Soul's eyes widened to that of utter shock, as he caught his falling partner.
"Maka!" He yelled. What did I do?
He lifted up the back of her shirt and saw two tiny bruises. Is that from where Black*Star poked her today?
He then lifted it up a bit further ,careful not to go past the back of her bra strap, and saw an even bigger, hideous, black and blue blob.
"Oh my god . . ."
It was in the shape of a handprint.
He had hurt her.
