Tantalizing love
Chapter 2:
~premonition~
*IMPORTANT NOTE* I have revised CH.1 and extended the end of it quite significantly. I would recommend going back and re-reading it. Sorry for the delay and confusion. :(
I was falling…
We we're falling…
Maka and I…
I could tell we were being swallowed up by the black blood and I grasped tightly to Maka's hand. "I'm not going to lose you!" I stared into Maka's eyes and she smiled gently at me. "but I want to be lost, that way someone can find me."
I was drowning. I couldn't breathe.
I fought to keep a firm hold on Maka's hand but I could already feel her hand slowly slipping from my grasp. "Maka, hold on to my hand. Your slipping—"
"It's ok to let go Soul. Someone else will help me. Someone like Wes."
I chocked, out of breath. If I were like Wes, I would be able to keep my hold on Maka. As absurd as it sounds, it's true. I have yet to find something that Wes can't beat me at. He was always able to get what he wanted with what seemed like little to no effort. Why the hell was he blessed with all the family's attributes and I cursed with the recessive, once in a million years weapon gene. Ah right, I wouldn't have met Maka if that were the case. I guess it's a blessing in its own way but that doesn't change the fact that Wes has it all.
I stared longingly at Maka, now only having a few fingers in my grasp. Maka said it herself, she wants me to let go because she's clearly unhappy being with me. "Your happiness… is my happiness Maka." I relinquished my hold on her delicate fingers and we we're immediately separated, I could only watch in anguish as her petite form disappeared into the dark abyss of black blood. How could I have given up so easily on the one thing— the one person I cherished more than anything else in existence?
"Makaaaaaaaa!" I yelled as I jolted upright in my bed. A series of pounding footsteps and slamming doors told me she and Wes were heading straight for my room.
"Screaming in my sleep. So uncool."
I've been acting uncool quite freguently. I must be turning into a loser. Damn. I wiped my hand down my face as I tried desperately to collect my thoughts.
In a matter of seconds, Maka flung open the door, causing it to slam into the doorstop and rattle the possessions sitting on my dresser.
"Soul! Are you ok?" Maka asked, looking around my room frantically before settling her eyes on me. "Yeah, I'm fine." I replied cooly giving her a reassuring smirk. I hate making Maka worry.
"And here I thought you grew out of calling for people when you have nightmares. Need me to check for boogey monsters under the bed like old time's Soul?" Wes smirked at his joke as he leaned on the door jam.
"Shut up. The only thing I'd like for you to do is disappear." I said irritated.
Wes shrugged as he turned and headed back to the sofa. "I was only kidding, I thought maybe you had developed a sense of humor over the years."
I glared at the spot where Wes once stood before realizing that Maka had placed her hand to my forehead. "Are you sure you're ok Soul? You yelled as if I was dying or something." Maka stared at me, obviously waiting for some sort of explanation. You might as well have died Maka, I let you go and you were lost to the black blood. Oh how I would have loved to vent my bottled up fears.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I dreamed that you trashed my records because I said no one would want to date you cause you're flatter than rice paper." I grimaced inwardly. That was pretty harsh.
Maka glared at me and reached her hand towards my record collection. "I can make your dreams come true if you don't keep your perverted and insensitive comments to yourself!"
I panicked.
"Maka no! I'm sorry, please don't break them!"
Maka smiled. "You're forgiven! You should try apologizing more often."
I breathed a sigh of relief as she made her way towards the door. "Seriously,,. if something is bothering you, come and talk to me ok?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know."
"Good night."
"Night."
I watched as she smiled gently and pulled my bedroom door shut. I couldn't help but get goosebumps. It was the same smile she gave me in my dream. I rubbed my eyes a bit out of tiredness.
"What the—was I crying?" How pitiful, maka's threat to crush my record collection actually brought me to slight tears. At least I think that's what they're from… They couldn't have been from my nightmare right? Maka would have said something… right? Damn, it's going to be a long night. That dream couldn't have had any significance. After all, Maka would never say something like that.
Sorry this chapter is so short. The next one will be nice and long, I promise!
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater. Sadness ;_;