Maka stared at me and I stared at her. I didn't have a clue of what to say, and I could tell by the look of her that she didn't know what to say either. So I did the only thing that I knew how to do and that was keep on staring at her. My eyes began to water over again as I noticed that her emerald eyes were searching my face for answers. Damn her big beautiful eyes that reminded me of my mother.
I was the type of person that didn't cry often but when I actually allowed myself to I would not be able to stop crying. My anger began to kick in because of this. I rather be angry than cry in front of somebody. Unfortunately for me, anger or frustration were the two emotions that I was best at showing. I started thinking of bull shit reasons to be mad at her. I started to get angry at her for she had been spying on me. I also began to be angry at her for walking around in a bad part of town this late. Hell, I was even angry that she now knew my most intimate of secrets even though we hardly ever talked.
"Are you stupid?!," I snapped harshly letting my temper get the better of me.
My way with words went to shit when I was mad.
Blood began to come across my pale facial features the angrier I let myself get. In fact if this had been any other person in my clutches who over heard my deepest darkest secrets I would of probably killed them. However, this being was different. She was Maka and one of the few humans that I had a descent amount of respect for, along with a crush on her. I couldn't do it and I knew it. This complicated the situation making me even more pissed.
"What?," she asked interrupting my train of thought.
I tightened the grip on her arm giving her a sinister smirk. I might have liked her but I wasn't here to impress her, for she already belonged to Soul. I yanked her close to me. She flinched but didn't struggle. She didn't know me that well but I think that she trusted me enough to know that I would not actually do anything truly harmful to her.
"Why in the hell are you walking and snooping around and about at like, oh, 1:30 AM at night? Do you have any idea what kind of fucking people are out right now?," I asked in a deep threatening tone.
I often said the eff word in my head but hardly ever when speaking to somebody unless if I was pissed then my language goes to shit mentally and verbally. I could tell that Maka was surprised that I dropped the eff bomb. Again I didn't care. She's already Soul's was what I had to keep on telling myself.
All that I truly needed was to keep her safe. I needed to make it a crystal clear point that she shouldn't be walking around at this hour and alone at that. With that in mind I flipped her over a gravestone that was nearby. I proceeded to smack her hard on her buttock while switching butt cheeks, of course. At the spur of the moment I didn't really think anything sexually out of this but more or less I thought of it as how a father would scold his bad child.
"DON'T!"
"WALK!"
"AROUND!"
"ALONE!"
"LATE!"
"AT!"
"NIGHT!"
"YOU!"
"COULD!"
"GET!"
"HURT!,"
I screamed at her making sure to slap her hard on her butt in between each passing word as if to imprint them permanently on her brain.
I released her after the last word was spoken. I stayed close to see how she would react. She slumped over the gravestone at first rubbing her butt. She was muttering profanity under her breath at me. She arose, giving me a side glare before she turned around fully punching me in the face.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!," she hollered at me.
Her punch was more forceful than I anticipated could come from the small girl. It dazed me for a second or two before I regained full cognition once again. Maka was about to storm off but I wasn't going to about to let that happen. Whether I liked it or not we were going to have to talk about what she heard. I grabbed her hand, swinging her back around to me. She slapped my chest struggling to get me to let go.
"Kid! Seriously! You're not funny! Let me go!," she demanded.
I tightened my grip on her arm so hard that I was pretty sure that there was going to be bruising left there. I felt like being mean and I could have been but I managed to swallow down my tongue.
"Maka please...can we talk?," I asked in the nicest tone I could muster up.
She stopped struggling as she huffed.
"Fine," she agreed but was giving me a dirty look for having such a tight grip on her.
I smiled slightly releasing her arm. She retracted it back to her in an agitated manner.
"Lets go get food then, I guess," I suggested believing that is most likely what normal couples do with each other in public.
"Fine!," she repeated in the same tone she had before.
I lead her to the shittiest all night dinner I could spot out. I didn't quite think that she had learned her lesson about not walking out late at night so I wanted to find a bad crowd to scare her with knowing that I could protect her if something bad did happen.
I could tell that she was mad at me but as soon as the night time crowd started to appear she began to walk closer to me. She was beginning to get the point but almost wasn't good enough for perfectionist me. She needed to fully get it to satisfy me.
I lead her into some awful dinner that looked like it was dominated by drunks, prostitutes, or gang members. Everybody gave us sketchy looks as we entered. These people disgusted me; they reminded me of the people who murdered my mother for a quick high. I despised them. At the same time these types of people were perfect for what I was attempting to prove to Maka. These were the type of people that wouldn't give two shits if Maka was threatened to get my point across. I needed people not to give a shit to make a point.
We made our way to a dirty booth in the back with a light that was flickering on and off above us. That is when I flipped the switch and decided I was going to show Maka how much these people don't care about human life. I shoved her in the booth as I squeezed her against the wall from scooting in way too close. I pressed her head against the cold wall as I grabbed her hand pulling it uncomfortably behind her back. This made a lot of noise in itself but her squeals gained the attention of everybody in the diner. Noise and attention was just what I wanted at the moment.
"What the fuck, Kid!?," she hollered at me expecting somebody to notice and help her.
I leaned in squeezing her hand uncomfortably pulling it tighter. She screamed from the pain.
"You see Maka these people don't care! I look like an abusive asshole right now and they don't give a damn! Take it in Maka because these pieces of shits that call themselves humans wouldn't give two fucks if you were being gang rapped in an alley! They wouldn't help! Now, with that being said if I ever catch you walking around this late at night, in a shady area at that, I will hurt you! I take it upon myself to watch after you and if something like rape happened to you I would never forgive myself. You got that?!," I lectured harshly.
I certainly had an extreme way of getting my point across but again I wasn't out to impress her. I was only here to get my point across.
"Okay!," she screamed at me in agreement.
"Just please let go you're hurting me!," she pleaded.
I complied.
She grabbed her wrist in pain turning her face to the side. She was hiding tears from me. I began to feel like a major jackass as she silently whimpered by me. Shit, apparently my logic goes to hell when I'm angry as well as my language. I was a little harsh but at least she would remember now for the rest of her life how serious it is to be walking around in the late hours.
I let her cry; I certainly didn't know how to comfort people when I didn't even know how to comfort myself.
I zoned out again, staring at the puke lime booth we were sitting at in disgust while listening to Maka's whimpers.
"What can I get for you?," asked a very skinny looking waiter.
He looked like he was on some major drugs and probably looked ten years older for his age due to this. He glanced at Maka with a frown and back at me. Like everybody else in this diner her tears didn't phase him.
"Black coffee please," I said.
"And...," I scratched the back of my head.
I didn't know what Maka would like to eat but I felt like I had to get her something whether she wanted it or not.
"Umm...and a strawberry milkshake for the lady," I insisted.
I did know that Maka liked strawberries from randomly watching her eat at school. Although I didn't really think that she was up to eating anything. Her tears were simmering down though.
"Maka," I said eventually.
She only responded by wiping away some tears.
"We need to talk about your prying," I added.
"God! You're so fucking insensitive! You know I used to wonder how you didn't have a girlfriend but now I know! I'm fine by the way thanks for asking asshole!," she blurted out.
This agitated me greatly I already spent a great deal of time wondering why I could never get a girlfriend. I eventually gave up on the task just coming to the conclusion that there is something wrong with me. I grinded my teeth together.
"Because I'm so fucking charming. Now tell me why you were spying on me!," I demanded.
She rolled her eyes.
"I didn't mean to. I had gotten in a fight with Soul this night so I went for a walk. Before I knew it I had walked further than I had planned. I had even gotten myself lost. Then out of no where I spotted you and began to follow you in hopes that you were heading home. I know how to get home from your house...," she paused.
"I followed you to the graveyard and once I heard you speaking to the gravestone it got my interest so I listened and hide myself," she explained.
I grabbed a hold of her tie to pull her face an inch away from mine.
"Maka, I'm going to make this clear and I'm only going to say it once. Nobody knows about my mother. I like it that way. Nobody knows that I killed the men who raped, killed and robbed her. It needs to stay that way. In fact if you had been any other being besides yourself I would of killed you. With that being said, if you ever talk about anything that you heard from tonight I swear I'll make sure you'll never talk again," I threatened.
It was the only thing I could think of doing to get my point across.
She looked at me with tears gone, replaced by fiery determination in her eyes.
"Death the Kid! I won't say anything but don't you dare threaten me. Those men you killed deserved to die so why would I tell on you? And it's totally okay to talk about your emotions once in awhile it's not a weakness you know," she informed me.
I scooted away from her, shocked by her response. The waiter set the coffee and milkshake in front of us. I looked at the coffee I didn't feel like talking to her. Maka stared at her milkshake not wanting to eat it because she was mad at me. I was going to cry again I could feel it. Damn her for telling me it was okay to express my emotions to her. My tears hit the coffee.
"Maka, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry," I keep on repeating in between my tears.
"Oh Kid, it's okay. Just let it out," she said in a comforting tone all grudges gone from her voice.
She placed her hand on my back rubbing comforting little circles on my blazer. I hadn't been comforted by a women like this since my mother. That made me cry harder. Seriously damn her.
"Maka, I'm a murder and I miss my mother so much! The way she died she didn't deserve that! And on top of it all I'm an OCD freak that made the only girl who he had ever had a crush on cry because he's a jackass! I think there's something wrong with me!," I'm vented letting it all out.
I felt so stupid I wanted to die. Maka pulled me into a hug and I accepted it but mostly to hide my face into her trench coat. I could smell her hair it smelt like strawberries which was quite ironic. I squeezed onto her tightly.
"I understand Kid that you were upset and that's why you acted that way towards me. Plus I know that you want me to be safe. It is stupid to go walking around late at night. You're not a freak at all I just didn't know that you had a crush on me," she informed me.
I began to want her bad. I was jealous and angry with myself for not taking her before Soul. She was so easy to talk to and I never knew this.
"Well now you know and it's too late," I whimpered that into her shoulder.
She didn't say anything I knew she was thinking though. I kept the hug on her tight knowing that tonight might be the only night that I get to be this close to her. I was about going to say something when all thought processes were interrupted by another voice.
"What in the hell is this?!," the voice said.
I looked up immediately for it was definitely another man's voice and not Maka's. I turned around to see a raging Soul standing inches from out booth.
"We get in one fight since we've been dating and you ran to Kid! You're such a whore! And you're worried about me cheating! Well take a good long look in the mirror Maka for you're a spitting imagine of your father!," Soul was shouting he was obviously talking to Maka amusing that since we were hugging in downtown Death City this late at night that we had met here to hook up.
Maka was going to say something but Soul reached over me completely ignoring me to pull Maka up.
"We're going home NOW!," he demanded.
I intervened by standing up blocking Soul from even touching Maka.
"Soul, don't be so harsh it's not what it looks like," I explained politely, although I was looking down at Soul in a threatening manner.
I was taller than him so that gave me a little advantage.
Soul got up in my face. He was always calm and cool but he had a major tendency to loose his temper when it came to Maka.
"Just because you're Death's son doesn't mean that I won't hesitate to beat the shit out of you if you touch my Meister again," he warned.
I glared at him.
"And don't you forget that I'm a Reaper, human," I reminded.
Soul was clenching up his fist; he was definitely thinking about punching me but Maka stood up.
"Guys stop! It's okay I'll go home. Lets go Soul," she insisted pulling on his arm.
He was staring at me still thinking about fighting but he eventually sided with Maka following her out of the diner. They left without another word.
I felt my heart split in two watching that girl walk out of this diner with another man. I felt like dieing this is why I should of never opened up my emotions.
Love sucks.
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