Author's note: so hey chapter two! Alright now there is a reason why I have Death the Kid in this, this is not a kid x maka story unless I get enough reviews for it. This chapter is to give you some information about maka, and about her character. Crona isn't in this one but he will be in the next. Enjoy!
Maka stares out of the window, ingoring all the stares she's getting from all her classmates.
Let them look.
They all mumble under there breaths, glancing at her trying to be discreet about it but it's obvious there looking at her.
Maka keeps her face blank as she watches a blue bird fly past the window..It looked so happy.
Sometimes she wishes she had wings like a bird, so she could just fly away from here, away from her troubles, away from these people.
But she doesn't have wings and she's not a bird.
She's stuck here.
"...I heard that she goes into the dark forest near the asylum some nights just to stare up at the full moon. Some say she does witch craft, cursing the people who work on her mother.."
Maka hears some girl say but she doesn't even turn around.
Let them say what they want.
So many rumors are going around this shitty school about her anyway. What's one more? There are rumors that she doesn't sleep, that she is a witch, and that she is just as insane as her mother going around.
It just goes to show how big of dumb ass's the people in this town are.
Sadly it's not just her classmates that pass these rumors, it's the adults as well. Spirit, always tells them off when he hears a rumor in the bar and comes home to complain to her about it.
What is she suppose to do about it? People will believe what they want to believe and really Maka could care less.
"...That's so creepy! Why the hell is she still here?! Shouldn't she be in the insane asylum with her mother?" Another girl whispers harshly yet Maka can still hear her.
"It's rude to talk about people when there in the same room you know?" Maka speaks motor toned, still not looking over at them. The scenery outside deserves her attention more then these people.
Just her speaking gets the girls to let out a 'eep!'.
Silence falls after but she can feel there stares.
Maka watches as the clouds move across the sky, it's a beautiful day out.
She wishes her mother could enjoy it.
Thinking of her mother causes her to remember that patient she had just met the other day...This isn't the first time Crona crossed her mind. She can't seem to get those pale blue eyes out of her head.
Maka has been trying to think of a reason she spilled her guts to Crona..Why she would even speak to a stranger in the first place, or even help a stranger for that matter.
She didn't know Crona, she didn't owe him anything...Crona wasn't her problem..she could have just left him for the nurses to handle. Which is what she would have done to anyone else but..
Not Crona.
That patient is different.
Crona fascinates her...She felt something in side of her tug, and saw a part of herself she thought was long gone.
She didn't even know she could be concerned about anyone other then her mother.
The blue sky reminds her of Crona's eyes...Oh how she loves those eyes. There like ice, frozen crystals with light stuck in side of them..yet they have a dull appearance and a sadness that breaks her heart.
She remembers how those eyes had sparkled when she gave him her bread...How they twinkled when she told him she would see him again.
Her heart swells and it feels odd..She didn't even know she had a heart to swell.
She remembers the patient's small body, how skinny he was, his bones that stuck out..How his waist curved, how he fit perfectly in the small corner he hid himself in.
She remembers how small his wrist felt in her hand.. How clumsy he was.
she remember everything about Crona but there is so much she doesn't know.
One thing she doesn't know is really bothering her.
Is Crona a boy or a girl?
She still doesn't know..and if Crona is a girl Maka doesn't know if her fascination is normal..well she already doesn't think it's normal but it will be a little odder if she's a girl.
But then again it's not like she's attracted to Crona. She's just fascinated...like someone would be when they see a new fish in aquarium.
That may sound wrong, or cruel but that's what it is.
She's just curious, nothing more.
Suddenly there's a bang on her desk, Maka takes her eyes off the sky to look at what had caused it.
A boy leans on her desk, both of his hands resting on it, Maka guessing he had slammed his hands down on her desk causing the thump. He looks anger, his teeth are grit but Maka just chuckles at him.
This boy looks ridiculous, with his big odd swirly glasses, his bald head, and his nerdy attire. He is just a walking joke.
Maka raises an eye brow at him. It's not every day she's greeted by such a sight.
"Is it true you called my girl a bitch?" He sounds angry, Maka can see all the classmates are staring at them now.
There all looking at him in awe. Since you know, it's so amazing he had the balls to threaten the crazy girl.
"What girl would that be? Sorry I call a lot of girl's bitches." Maka smiles smugly, putting her hands together on the desk faking innocence.
She isn't innocent. Not at all.
"Kim Diehl." He speaks confidently but she sees some sweat has formed on his brow.
"Kim?" Maka puts a hand to her chin, sarcastically thinking. "oh!" She puts a finger in the air. "You mean the girl who's actually not your girlfriend, just a girl that your obsessed with and wish she would feel the same for you but she doesn't. You mean that Kim? well I believe I did. She likes to run her mouth about me, so she's a bitch."
Maka smirks at this boy, his face has become completely red at the first part but as she kept talking his expression changed back to anger.
"You-
"Sit down Ox, I don't really care what you have to say." She rolls her eyes. "Maybe if Kim was your actual girl friend I would take you a little more seriously but your just a nerd with a obsession. Get out of my face."
This causes the boy's face to get hot with embarrassment, and all the other students send her a glare.
She doesn't care though.
Ox grumbles something as he walks away, his bald head is red from how embarrassed he is and Maka can't help but to laugh.
Like she said, this guy is a joke.
Maka looks back out the window.
Class is going to start any minute...Sometimes she wonders why she comes so early to class. She's always the first one in, and she always takes the seat in the very back, the only one next to a window.
It's not like she likes going to school, she hates it but it's better then her house.
She rather be here then home any day.
"Look who's here before me. No surprise there."
Maka turns from the window to glare at whoever dare talk to her. She's getting tired of talking to others.
Her expression softens when she sees her best friend standing in front of her desk, giving her a warm smile.
"Oh hey Kid. I wasn't expecting you to be here today." Maka watches as the boy takes his seat next to her, keeping his back so straight and his chin up. His black hair curling neatly around his face like it always does. "I thought you were still sick."
"I got better." He smiles over at her as he readjusts his sleeves, then he readjusts his tie like the perfectionist he is. He always dresses so formally..no matter if he's going to school or to the park. Maka doesn't think she's ever seen him in chill clothes..or just chill at all but then it wouldn't be kid. The boy is a spas. "Flu season can be quite troublesome."
"Yeah but lucky me I never get sick."
And that wasn't a lie. She hasn't gotten sick since she was 10, and that was just a slight case of the flu. Maka thinks it's because all she eats is oranges..They have some vitamin that helps the immune system right?
"What about that time when you were ten?" Kid speaks carelessly but once the words are out he tenses like he said something he shouldn't have.
"You remember that?" Maka raises an eye brow.
"Y-Yes..just because I remember that day I was waiting for you.." He looks at his rings as he readjust them, doing this because he's a perfectionist or maybe because he doesn't' want to look at her. "It was the day of are big math test remember? I was excited to get a better score then you..so I was waiting for you. When you didn't come I asked the teacher and she told me you weren't feeling well."
"Oh yeah I remember that.." Maka smirks. "I was so pissed. I knew I had it in the bag to, I was going to get the better score but then I had to get sick!" She shakes her read remembering.
That's right.
Her and Kid use to be rivals, enemies.
They hated each other..well that's how she took it.
Kid and Maka have always been the top of there class..When they were younger they would fight all the time over who's smarter.
Maka finds it weird that now Kid is her best friend...She doesn't even know how it happen. He was her rival throughout middle school and the first year of high school. They were in all the same clubs..both fighting with not just there smarts but talents trying to be better then the other. They spent a lot of time together because of this..and at some point the fighting turned into talking and then talking turned into laughter.
She doesn't remember when this happen or why it happen but she's glad.
Kid is her one and only friend.
She didn't think of him as a friend until the day her mother was taken from her.
The news spread fast threw this small town that her mother burned down their house and how she attacked the fireman.
As Maka stared at her ruined home, the towns people gathered around just to watch her, to see what was going on.
No one approached but Kid.
He came out to where she was and held her in his arms.
By then her tears had stopped and she was weak.
she was limp against him...like a broken doll but Kid just kept holding her.
He said nothing and he didn't have to.
Maka already knew then that he cared.
"Well your grade said other wise." He smirks at her.
Maka's expression falls, that's right she had failed that test..
"Just cause I was sick and I didn't get a chance to study." She grunts and averts her gaze.
She can feel she's getting a little angry thinking about it. She hates losing.
"I know." His soft voice causes her to look over at him. He's giving her a smile. "You're a smart girl, any test you fail there's a reason. Even as a child I knew this."
"Good." Maka grunts.
She watches as the boy starts to bring his things out for this class. He moves so carefully...It's like watching a scientist working with something dangerous..
He takes his book for biology out slowly then just as slowly he places it on his desk.
Then he goes back and grabs some pencils, he places one on the left of his book and one on the right.
He looks between the two intently a moment before shaking his head and moving the right pencil a little bit over. He looks at the two pencils again intently, a determined look on his face before he smiles, pleased with himself.
"Ah perfect symmetry." He beams and Maka sighs.
This boy is crazy for symmetry.
Kid has really bad OCD and if one side of something isn't the same as the other, he flips. Like if there is more desks on one side of the class room then on the other he will start pulling out his hair and won't stop flipping till it's fixed.
It can get very annoying honestly but she puts up with it. Just cause he puts up with her.
People think he is insane now because he's friends with her, though he has had OCD all his life, after he befriended her it's like they all just realized it and decided they didn't like it.
She doesn't like that.
Kid had a lot of friends and he was liked by all, how could you not like such a gentleman? But after he showed her kindness he was shunned like she is.
She told him to stop being her friend. To stop talking to her but for some reason..
He didn't listen.
He still talks to her and sits with her, ignoring the glares he gets and Maka doesn't know why.
She's not worth the trouble..Why would he even bother?
"Me too." She points to her book, the two pencils next to it just like Kid's.
She has gotten use to doing this with sitting next to the OCD boy so now even when he's not here she just does it.
"Oh splendid!- Oh wait no." Kid beams only to frown looking at the pencils with his nose wrinkle. "Nice try Maka but the left pencil is a little more over then the right." He reaches over and seemly fixes it for her. "There now splendid!" He beams again.
"Great.." Maka looks down at the pencil he just moved not really even seeing what he did. He barely moved it. "Thanks.."
"Your quite welcome." He smiles, his golden eyes sparkle.
Maka looks at him and freezes.
His eyes...there so...interesting.
There like golden rays trapped into small orbs. It's so unnatural yet so captivating.
Maka has a thing for eyes...she loves them. she loves the different colors and shapes.
She believes eyes are windows to the soul..for you can see all you need to know about a person threw there eyes or at least she can.
Right now Kid is happy..and maybe relieved?.
.His eyes sparkle giving his already golden eyes a more yellow tone.
Her fingers start to twitch as she stares into Kid's eyes.
"Can I draw your eyes?" She blurts out, not at all ashamed.
Kid blinks in confusion but realization lights up his eyes again and he smiles at her.
"Again?" He chuckles
"They have a nice light to them today." She shrugs.
She draws Kid's eyes alot..She just likes them. There so different...
She's not a good artist. She sucks actually but for some reason she can draw eyes very well and that's it. She has a sketch book of just eyes..most of them being Kid's.
"Ok. well that will be fine. I don't mind." He smiles again and something flickers in his eyes..
Is he excited? Why? All she's about to do is draw his eyes nothing special but every time she does, Kid seems happier or in a better mood.
She doesn't understand it.
Maka is about to reach in her book bag, pull out her sketch book, and draw his eyes right then and there but before she can the teacher walks in.
She groans and her head falls to the desk.
She had ran out of time. She can't draw when class is about to start. Her drawings take all her forces.
"Seems we are about to start class."
She can't see Kid's face but he sounds disappointed.
"Yeah sorry Kid..some other time I guess." Maka sighs as she sits up.
"Well..how about this afternoon?" Kid coughs into his hand nervously when Maka looks over at him with an eye brow raised.
"How? I don't see you then."
"Maybe we could met up later." His eyes lock onto hers, there blank right now. He's masking his feelings from her. " You know that new diner just opened up, we could check it out. My treat." He smiles charmingly, but Maka can see the faint pink in his cheeks.
Maka blinks, and her brows furrow. "Kid are you asking me out on a date?"
The boys cheeks get darker, and he gives her a nervous smile.
"I-I.." He coughs into his hand again, like that would help him.
Maka decides to spare him.
"I'm just playing with you dude." She smirks as she pats him on the back. "I know your just being nice."
"I'm not just being nice Maka I-
"Kid! Maka!" The teacher growls...He must have been talking but they didn't hear him. "Stop talking! I expect better from my top students!"
This causes both Maka and Kid to blush.
This is the only thing she would get embarrassed about. She likes this class so she rather not get into trouble.
The teach looks between the both of them before turning his attention back on the board.
Maka touches Kid's hand half way through class to get his attention.
They haven't talked since the teacher interrupted them.
Kid looks over at her curiously.
"About this afternoon.." Maka gives him a forced smile. "I'd love too."
Kid's eyes shined incredibly bright at that.
"Are you sure you don't have to check with your father first?" Kid asks as him and Maka walk out of the school together, shoulder to shoulder but Maka doesn't mind the closeness.
"Yeah I'm sure." She grunts and leaves it at that.
She probably should check but she doesn't want to. she doesn't want to speak to Spirit.
"Well ok. I just don't want you getting into trouble Maka." He frowns over at her as they past a group of kids.
They look at them coldly and start to talk. probably talking about all the rumors about her.
"To late for that." she chuckles humorlessly and Kid's frown deepens. "So are you paying for the diner? Because I'm broke." Maka pulls out her pant pockets as to emphasize.
"Of course. I said it was my treat." Kid's frown turns into a slight smile. "What kind of gentleman would I be if I let you pay?"
"I don't know. What kind of gentleman are you now?" She smirks teasing the boy as they walk down a dirt road, this is the closest path to the diner from the school and it goes threw the park so that's a bonus.
Maka loves the park. Her mother use to take her there.
"Maka are you alright?" Kid has stopped walking, his hand on her wrist, stopping her.
She stares at him a moment, before looking around.
They aren't' where they were just a second ago.
There in front of the benches were her and her mother use to sit..She must have blanked out or something..
"I'm fine.." She mumbles absentmindedly staring at the bench, her eyes glossed over.
She sees her and her mother sitting on the bench together now like they did when she was a lot younger, both are holding a cone of vanilla ice cream smiling and laughing.
Maka knows it's just a vision of the past.
That was before her mother was insane.
"You have been staring at that bench for awhile now...Do you wish to sit down?" He looks at her with concern, she can see it in his golden eyes.
Maka just shakes her head.
"No, lets keep going. I can sit at the diner." She glances one last time at the bench, glaces at her and her mother's smiling faces one last time before she starts to walk again.
Kid stares at her, his hand still holding her wrist as he walks with her..It takes awhile but he finally lets go of her.
"It's a pretty day out huh?" Maka mumbles trying to change Kid's attention from her.
"quite." He keeps looking at her.
It's not making her uncomfortable but she doesn't understand it either.
She glances at him and the boy looks away.
Strange.
They walk silently down the dirt road, both not saying a word. this awkward. tension filling the air though she doesn't understand it.
"I heard this diner has apple pie." Kid decides to break the silence.
Maka looks over at him, her eyes bright and he smiles. "your favorite.."
"Heck yeah!" She smiles excitedly as she grabs his wrist.
The boy blushes.
"Come on, were going to slow I want that pie!" She starts running down the path, dragging Kid with her who is chuckling but he's keeping up.
In no time there in front of the diner, its' small and simple just like this town.
Maka doesn't even take time to see what it looks like she just drags Kid into it.
"Table for two." She blurts out right when she's inside, the waiter at the front tensing a little at how sudden she was or maybe she tensed because of who she is.
The insane girl.
"Oh uh sure." She fiddles nervously with the menus before starting to walk away. "Come this way."
"This seems like a nice place." Kid comments as they follow her, he looks around taking in the furniture, probably trying to see if it's symmetrical or not.
Luckly this place is actually symmetrical, there are the same amount of tables on one side as it is the other.
Kid sighs in contentment.
"Yeah I guess." Maka looks at all the odd pictures that decorate the walls, they all seem to have something to do with roman times.
One is a picture of an odd looking angel over a church, one is of chariots, and one is of what looks to be Julies Caesar.
"This is your seat." The waiter points to a table that's not against a window.
Maka frowns.
"Could we get a table with a window please?" Kid speaks politely with a small smile on his face. Maka looks over at him an raises an eye brow.
"Oh s-sure." The girl blushes and leads them over to a table that's by a widow.
"Thanks." He smiles charmingly as he walks over and pulls a chair out.
Maka thinks he's sitting there and is about to sit on the other side but she notices Kid is staring at her expectantly.
She looks between the chair and him for a moment before it clicks.
He's pulling out the chair for her.
Maka shrugs and sits down. Kid smiles and pushes her in before he takes his seat across from her.
"What can I get you two-
"Apple pie." Maka cuts her off and Kid chuckles at her.
"Yes a slice of apple pie and I'll take a tea." He smiles at the waiter who just nods and leaves.
"Your not getting anything?" Maka raises an eye brow. "So your going to make me feel like a fat ass?"
"Your not big Maka." He frowns. "If it upsets you I will order something to eat I-
"I'm just messing with you Kid, I don't care." Maka smirks at him.
"Don't do that." He sighs.
"Eh." She shrugs and looks out the window.
She wonders what Crona's doing right now...All alone in that cell. He's probably huddled in that corner..where he's comfortable.
She wonder's if Crona has thought about her any like she's been thinking about him..She wants to see those eyes again. Wants to hold Crona's small wrist in her hand, to feel the bone there...feel how frail Crona is.
She wonders if Crona's ok right now...If those nurses tried to give him any trouble-
"...Maka are you listening?" Kid's voice jolts her out of her thoughts and she looks over at him. His eye brow is raised, and Maka notices he has a cup of something he didn't have before in front of him.
"Uh.." She blinks.
"Your pie is here." He nods downward
Maka looks down and he's right.
A big slice of hot apple pie sits in front of her, vanilla ice cream sitting on top, it melting all over it and unto the plate.
"Oh." She smiles sheepishly before she takes her spoon and takes some of it into her mouth so she doesn't have to explain herself.
"..." Kid watches her..something in his eyes she can't register.
She continues to eat.
The pie is amazing. Maka thinks she's found her favorite restaurant.
" Have I ever told you how much I like your hair." Kid suddenly smiles, breaking the silence.
Maka swallows some of the pie.
"Yes, many times actually." She chuckles.
"Well I'll tell you again. I love your hair."
"I know symmetrical right?"
He loves her hair because she always wears it into pigtails. You know, complete balance.
She doesn't know why she still wears her hair like this..it makes her look childish but her mother use to always put her hair into pigtails when she was smaller...now it just comes naturally.
She feels odd if her hair isn't up, like she wouldn't be Maka but someone else.
"Yes." His smile grows and something flickers in his golden eyes that confuses her.
She sees adoration in them.
What could he be adoring? Maybe her hair?.
She doesn't really care, she just cares how his eyes look.
"I'm going to draw your eyes, don't think of anything." She comments as she starts digging into her book bag bring out her brown sketch book. She quickly turns to a blank page, taking out a pencil she sets to work.
Kid's eyes haven't changed.
Perfect.
Maka stares at them as her hand moves on it's own, drawing those golden orbs.
"So your not embarrassed of being seen with me out side of school? A lot of people are staring you know."
She speaks the truth. A lot of people are staring...there talking too.
She wishes she didn't say anything because Kid's eyes change expression.
Her drawing is ruin now. She has to start over.
"Of course not Maka. I'm not embarrassed of you at all. I enjoy your company."
"You know there going to shun you more." She speaks with out taking her eyes off his, her hand a blur, getting all the details of what ever emotion he's feeling.
"I do not care." He frowns and that same expression stays in his eyes so she's able to finish it.
Maka looks down at her sketch book when she knows she's done.
A pair of Kid's eyes stare back at her..If only she had color they would look life like. That expression frozen inside of them.
She wonders how it would be like to draw Crona's eyes...to catch those beautiful crystals on paper..Would he let her?..Would she seem odd to him?-
"Can I see it?" Kid smiles at her and she pushes it over with out comment. He stares at it, his smile growing. "Wow Maka..your such a good drawer."
"Just with eyes." She grunts. "If I were to draw the rest of you, you face would look like a deformed potato."
"I doubt that." He looks at the book for a moment before holding a page between his fingers. He looks up at her. "May I?"
"Go ahead."
Maka watches as Kid flips threw her book, his expression is of awe...and something else?
She doesn't know.
"...These are all of my eyes." His cheeks tint a little.
"I like your eyes." Maka shrugs. "Does that bother you?"
"N-No..I'm quite flattered." He smiles brightly as he hands her back the book.
Maka just nods at him.
She likes Crona's eyes more though.
"I'll see you Monday Kid." Maka waves slightly as she walks up to her front door.
Hopefully Spirit isn't home.
"Yes.." He stops at her gate, and coughs into hir hand. "Um..Maka may I ask if you have a cell phone?"
"Yeah who doesn't?" She grunts confused at why he's asking this.
"Well..could I have your number?" His voice is so quiet.
Maka raises an eye brow...What is with Kid today?..He's being so clingy..
Her eyes light in realization..
What if he's lost all his other friends because of her..Is that why he had ask her to hang today? Because he has none else?..and now he wants her number?..
She should feel bad but she doesn't.
Its' his fault.
"Sure." Maka waits till he takes out his phone, which is the Iphone 5.
It must be nice to be rich.
She tells him her number, Gives him a wave and walks into her house.
Spirit is sitting on the couch.
He has been waiting for her.
Shit.
"Maka where have you been?! Papa was so worried about you!" He jumps up his eyes wide, his face pale.
"I thought you would be at the bar." Maka mumbles as she puts her book bag on the floor.
"Of course I wouldn't be a the bar! Not when I don't know where my baby girl is! I called everyone...I was about to call the police." He breaths a sigh of relief but his expression changes to anger. "Where the hell were you?!"
"I was out with a friend." She grunts.
"You need to tell me these things Maka!" He growls.
"I don't have to tell you anything." She pushes past him.
"Maka-
"I really don't want to hear it. Why don't you go to the bar and get drunk like you do every night. Why should this night be any different?." Maka doesn't wait for a answer she just walks into her room and slams the door behind her.
She makes sure she locks it.
Maka doesn't hear anything from Spirit the rest of the night and she's glad.
She spends the remainder of her time awake trying to draw Crona's eyes from memory.
She can't do it.
There to special.
Crona's to special.
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