Pinky Promise
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater! But I do own cookies! MINE. O.o
"Okay, Maka. My turn."
"What?"
"Now you have to promise ME something."
"Alright. What is it?"
"You have to promise me that you will let me protect you, even if it kills me."
"Okay. I promise."
"Pinky promise?"
"Yes, pinky promise."
"Come on Soul! Hurry!" Maka screamed over her shoulder as she pulled Soul by his wrist towards the school. She was running so fast that Soul had trouble keeping up and kept tripping.
"Well maybe if you let me go I could run faster!" he yelled back. She ignored him and continued running, still gripping his wrist tightly. They heard a bell coming from the school and Maka quickened her pace. By now, Soul was basically being dragged by his miester up the long flight of stairs that led to the front entrance of the DWMA. He decided to stop struggling out of her grasp because he knew she wasn't anywhere close to letting go until they reached their destination. He sighed and looked up at her. She had small beads of sweat dripping down her face that sparkled in the sunlight and huffs of breath were escaping her mouth from being exhausted from running. Her eyes looked determined and desperate to get to the school before class began. He heard her boots hitting the cement stairs and her sharp breathing louder than he could hear the birds chirping from the sky overhead. When they got to the top of the staircase, he expected her to let go and catch her breath before calmly walking inside, but he wrong. Instead she burst through the front doors, her gloved hand still wrapped around his wrist, and started running through the halls of the school to their classroom.
"Slow down Maka! We're almost there!" Soul complained, his wrist now numb from how firmly she'd been holding on to him. Again, she ignored him. When she reached their classroom, she slammed the doors open so hard that it hit the wall with a loud BANG! Everyone jumped and turned their heads towards the noise. Maka let go of Soul's wrist and bent down, placing her hands on her knees for support, gasping for air. Soul rubbed his wrist, hoping the blood was still flowing into his hand. It was colder than usual. He sighed and shook his head. He looked at Maka who was still breathing heavily next to him. He placed his hand on her shoulder, causing her to look up at him. She gave a weak smile then stood up straight again. Both of Soul's hands were now inside his jacket pockets. The professor was looking at them blankly, a scalpel in his hand and some rare species of birds strapped to the table next to him.
"Sorry we're late Professor Stein," Maka said, scratching the back of her head.
"It's alright. Take your seats. I'm about to do a very interesting dissection," said the professor. His glasses glinted in the light making his eyes disappear from sight and his mouth formed a twisted grin. The class groaned. Maka shakily nodded and followed Soul to their seats. Nobody really paid attention to the professor as he crazily played with his unfortunate victims, so the class either studied or whispered to one another. Maka, being a straight-A student, usually studied. But, unlike most days, Black Star said something that perked her interest.
"You guys hear about that new mission Kid signed us up for?" said the green eyed assassin. Soul shook his head lazily.
"Looks like it's to kill a kishin causing a lot of trouble somewhere in Paris! He said it was a pretty powerful one too! It's killed a lot of humans! How many did he say it killed?..." Black Star asked himself as he closed his eyes and placed his thumb and index finger on his chin, trying to remember. The group just stared at him as they waited for an answer.
"Oh yeah! He said it's killed around 2,000! That's a lot, huh? But nothing a God like me can't handle! HAHAHAHA!" he began laughing extremely loud, so loud that most of the people in the classroom turned their heads to look at him.
"Black Star, please calm down! People are starting to stare!" Tsubaki pleaded with a weak smile. He paid no attention to her and jumped on top of his desk.
"A God like me can't be silenced!" he shouted. Soul, Tsubaki, and everyone in the class were yelling at him to be quiet and get off the desk. Maka was getting irritated from all the noise and closed her novel. All of a sudden, there was a large green book chucked at his face. The room went silent as the light blue haired boy flew of his desk and onto the floor. Blood was gushing like a fountain out of his head. The class just stared at him for a few seconds then went back to what they were doing, but Tsubaki gasped and ran to his aid.
"Black Star! Are you alright?!" the pitch black haired weapon said. Her amethyst eyes were full of concern.
The now conscious Black Star opened his eyes to see his weapon knelt down next to him. Her hands were gently gripping his shoulders and shaking him slightly. He saw the sadness in her eyes and didn't want her to worry.
"The great Black Star can't die from a stupid book! HAHAHA!" he immediately blurted out. He shot her a thumbs up and a wide, toothy grin. He received a warm smile from her in return. He sprang up and put his fists on his hips.
"So, since that kishin is pretty tough, Kid thought it would be a good idea for all of us to go! We leave tomorrow. But, honestly I don't see the point! One look at me and it'll be bowing down at my feet, ready to surrender! HAHAHAHAHA!" he said to the group. Tsubaki handed Maka her book back and gave her an apologetic look. Maka smiled back and continued to read her book from where she had left off before she was interrupted by Black Star.
"Paris, huh?" Maka thought to herself.
"Mama sent me a post card from there once. It looked beautiful," Maka smiled at the thought of her mother. The post card she received from Paris was the prettiest one out of all of her other cards from her mother. It had the Eiffel Tower on it and all sorts of multicolored lights from the city surrounding it. Ever since she got that post card she had dreamed of going there. She even signed up for a class to learn to speak French. She was elated to actually be going! The rest of the class time went by as thoughts of what she would do while she was there flashed through her mind. Soul laid his head down on his arms and prepared to fall asleep.
"Paris," Soul thought. He peeked an eye out from under his arm to look at Maka. She was still reading her book, but she was smiling.
"Oh yeah. Hadn't Maka wanted to go there? No wonder she's smiling," he thought, a smile creeping up on his lips. He was happy she was finally going to live out her dream. He turned his head back down towards his desk and closed his eyes. The image of Maka smiling was drifting around in his mind. He felt his muscles relax and he fell asleep, that smile still formed on his face.
