I'm back again And I loved that I got reviews yay me!
I'm just going to say now, sorry for really really slow updates! It's my fault for starting stories in my last 5 weeks of high school. Yay high school's almost over! Damn that's alot of work!
Any way, enjoy
I don't own Soul Eater.
Bouncy Balls
Soul fell backwards on the grassy hill. After the full on basketball game with Black Star had worn him out. Kid and the Thomson sisters were on a mission, Tsubaki was cleaning her apartment after Black Star had destroyed another window. And Maka... Well once again Maka turned Soul down. He had never received a real reason for why she never plays. It was either she was studying, cleaning or reading a book. Soul titled his head up to see spiky blue hair inches from his face. The ninja had hardly broken a sweat, the only thing showing he had played was the dirt stains on his pants.
"Hey, Black Star?" Soul asked, flipping his whole body over.
"What? You wanna go again?" Black Star's face lit up at the idea of beating Soul again.
Soul let out an exhausted sigh. "No. I was wondering something about Maka." Soul pulled the basketball under his chin, drumming his fingers on the rough surface.
"What about her?" Black Star asked, his curiosity peaked up at the topic.
"Well, you've known her longer than me, like since you were little kids."
Black Star flipped over to face the weapon. "Yeah. Why?"
"Why doesn't she want to play basketball or any sport, besides training of course." Soul signed again remembering all the exhausting hours in the training room.
"Wait, you don't know?" Black Star asked surprised. Judging by Soul's blank look, he didn't. "I don't know if I should tell. She would probably kill me." He thought through all the possible ways Maka would get back at him.
Soul winced, he had been on the end of Maka's anger many times. He didn't want to bring anymore on himself. "Yeah, that's co-"
"Who am I kidding? Maka could never hurt a GOD like me!" Black Star laughed to himself. Soul gave his friend a lopsided grin waiting for the laughter to die down. After another minute of laughing Black Star turned to Soul with a serious look. "The reason she doesn't play sports is because balls have a habit of hitting her in the face."
Soul stared at him deadpanned. This was not the reason he expected. "Every time?"
"Every time."
"Hits her in the face?"
"In the face."
Soul stared at the excited ninja absorbing what he said. Soul let out a loud laugh rolling on his back.
Then he got a bad idea. "We should test it."
Black Star nodded in agreement before leaping up, "I know the perfect weapon!" He yelled enthusiastically. He turned and ran off yelling, "Yahoo!"
Maka sat on the small armchair by her bedroom window. The cool breeze felt refreshing on her face. She had managed to escape playing basketball again and convinced their cat, Blair, to go to work early. Maka was alone and able to enjoy a quiet afternoon reading her book.
Maka heard the bouncing before she felt the impact. The fuzzy fabric didn't minimise the force of the tennis ball colliding with the side of her face. Maka let out a yelp, holding her hand against the swollen cheek. She searched around for the thrower only to hear a loud laugh she knew too well.
"BLACK STAR!"
The outraged yell from Maka's window only made the two boys laugh more. Soul clutched his stomach watching Black Star pull faces towards the open window from his perch on the opposite building.
"I didn't even aim for her! I threw it at the opposite wall! It rebounded!" He commented to Soul, laughing even louder. His voice was muted by a large text book being thrown into his opened mouth.
"Shit!" Soul cried scrambling up from his seat on the walkway.
"Don't even think of running Soul!" Were the last words Soul remembered hearing before his mind was obscured in darkness.
What you think? I was really bored when I came up with this one
Will try to update soon
Scotty out
