Hello readers! This is my first fic, so please, tell me if its bad! (In real life my name is actually Soul, you can imagine how I was drawn to the manga Soul Eater) Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater. Enjoy!
Maka wrists felt sore. Actually, I won't sugar coat it, they felt like they were going to fall off. She stared at them for a moment, remembering the 3 hour fight she and Soul, her weapon, endured today. The gruelling battle lasted as long as it did because their Witch-Hunt attack missed. Twice. So in the end, it was a battle of stamina and turns out, an evil human has incredible stamina. Who would have guessed it?
An exhausted Soul Eater had already headed home and Maka strolled down the cobbled streets of Death City to towards her father's home. When Maka became Soul's Meister she was given the opinion to live in the same apartment as him, as are every Meister and Weapon thanks to DWMA housing system. Maka would have gladly accepted but of course her father wouldn't allow his "little angel" to live with a boy.
But Maka can't get too angry at Spirit because recently, the Death scythe has cleaned up his act.
He hasn't brought any half naked women home; he hasn't tried to hit on any of the female stuff at Shibusen and he hasn't embarrassed Maka in front of her friends.
"I sometimes wish Soul was a Multi-Form weapon like Tsubaki" muttered the scythe Meister, still feeling the pain in her wrists.
As Maka got home and found herself in her room, she just noticed the lack of a member of the Albarn household.
Spirit was not home.
Normally, that wasn't unusually because Maka finished school earlier than him, him being a Death scythe and all but it was a Friday, Spirit is always home before Maka on Fridays. She turned her neck to look at the backpack leaning next to the end of her bed. In the navy blue bag were enough clothes for three days, some books, a backup phone and money. Why? Because when her father brought women home every night and Maka had enough, she simple walk out the door and spent the night at Tsubaki's and Black*Star's Japanese styled house. This series of events happened for a great deal of time and it got to the point where Maka would just walk with Black*Star and Tsubaki to their home.
But the Death Scythe proved to Maka that he could be a good dad and change his "youthful" ways but Maka had the bag there just in case.
Maka told herself it was just a backlog of work or something, that's all.
40 minutes or so later Maka heard a jingle of keys and the front door swing open, Maka came down the stairs with a fury of speech, "Papa! Where were you? You know, you shouldn't stress yourse-". Maka froze mid step to be greeted with an old scene: her father in the door, with his arm around a blond, drunk and make-up coved women making high pitched giggles. Fan-fucking-tastic.
Spirit turned his head and the sight of Maka instantly slapped the drunkenness right out of him as if she had just hit him with a hard cover, 500 page novel. "Maka! Its- wait! I-"
But Maka was already out of the door with her 'Papa's-come-home-drunk-with-women' emergency bag.
So... How was it? Anyways, many thanks for reading!
The chapters get longer, don't worry. ^_^
Soul~
