Second chapter, as was requested. I apologize if my writing quality isn't the best right now. My stomach declared war on me tonight and I keep getting sick. Aaaanyways, I hope you enjoy this second chapter. I've kinda figured out where I'm going with this now.
The ash-blonde headed girl trailed behind her mysterious kidnapper... Well actually, he had her by the wrist and was dragging her. She thought of scoffing. She honestly didn't care whether she went with him or stayed on the streets where she had been before. Honestly, she was wondering why he hadn't killed her on the spot. Was he some twisted freak that wanted to torture her until she broke down and begged for it to stop? If that's what it took for him to take her life, then she'd happily oblige.
She stared ahead blankly, studying her captor's back in the dull light of the moon. She wasn't sure how long ago the street lights had stopped, or how long they had been walking up this dirt path. To be honest, she didn't care in the slightest. She didn't care about anything. She didn't care about anyone. She was just following whatever path life threw at her. Eventually she'd reach her goal.
The boy in front of her made an abrupt stop, nearly causing her to bump into him. She carefully caught herself before slamming her face into his back. Keys jingled in the boy's pockets as he searched for them. He pulled them out, flipping through them until he found what she assumed to be the correct one. Sure enough, the door opened right up and she was shoved inside harshly. She stood as stiff as a board. She took in the smell that washed over her. Some odd smell none short of masculine that she assumed to be unique to this house.
He flicked the lights on, revealing a posh, tidy setting. She waited patiently for any orders he was bound to give her. She resisted the urge to yawn, wanting nothing more than to keep her stoic facade intact. It was true she had shown weakness before. From now on she was determined not to break. Not until she got her satisfaction.
"Welcome home, Pigtails." The boy snickered, flashing her a grin. She noticed now that his teeth were extremely pointy, resembling those of a shark. His eyes were a beautiful shade of crimson that seemed to stare through her rather than at her. An untamable mop of silvery-white hair sat atop his head. He was attractive in the strangest of ways, she noted.
She watched him walk over to his black leather couch, slumping into it and plopping his feet on the coffee table. He patted the seat next to him. "Have a seat, Sweetheart."
She fought off a sigh, coming to take her place beside the boy. She sat with her legs firm on the ground, facing forwards. Her back was stiff, not allowing her to sink into the back of the couch like she normally would. She didn't say a word, simply held her gaze forward on the blank TV screen. She could feel him shift his weight on the couch, turning to face her.
"Well then, I suppose I should introduce myself." The boy smirked to her. "The name's Soul Eater. What's your name?"
She kept her gaze forwards, not caring to look at the handsome boy who had kidnapped her. "Maka."
"Got a last name?" Soul prodded.
She sighed. "Albarn."
Something must've clicked in his mind, for he leapt from the couch to stand in front of her. She slowly tore her gaze from the television to meet his eyes. "So you're Spirit's daughter, ehh? The one he said went missing? Imagine that."
Maka looked away, clearly uninterested in anything that had to do with her good-for-nothing father. She fought the memories that came with his name, pushing them into the back of her brain. She need not show weakness.
"So what'd you run away for, Pigtails?" Soul questioned. He walked away towards the kitchen. "Want anything to drink?"
"No, thank you." Maka replied.
"Answer my question." He said firmly.
She studied her shoes. They were scuffed and dirty from spending the past few days walking around town aimlessly. She could only imagine what the rest of her looked like. With a sigh she said, "It's a long story."
He re-entered the room with two glasses full of milk. She stared at the second cup as he sat it down in front of her. Hadn't she told him no?
"Drink." He ordered. "Spirit was saying about a week ago how you'd disappeared and my guess is that you haven't had a quality meal in a while, so drink."
She did as he ordered, relishing in the feeling of the cool liquid sliding down her dry throat. Had it really been a week already? "Thank you."
He merely smiled at her, a gentle smile this time instead of that smirk he seemed to be so fond of. A few moments of silence passed before Soul stood to leave the couch. Maka watched him walk down the hallway and stop in front of a door. He pointed to it, "This is my room. The next one down will be yours. The bathroom is on the left." She nodded.
He stepped inside his room, coming out a few minutes later. In his hands were a pair of sweatpants and a tee-shirt. He tossed them onto the couch beside her. "Put those on so we can wash the clothes you're wearing. We have school tomorrow." At Maka's puzzled look, he continued. "You'll be going to school with me from now on."
Yerp-a-derp. How'd that one turn out? Strange, ehh? Okay, so this is probably going to be a loooong ass story. Like, I'm not sure how many chapters yet... But probably a lot. I guess we'll just see where this goes from here.