A/N: soooo...thank you so much everyone. *huggles for everyone* Seriously now, I appreciate the reviews you wrote and I want to thank you for them. Thank you,thank you, thank you. *hugs* So...this chapter is a bit shorter, but I'll try to compensate with posting the fourth one soon enough. The ideas are all written down and all I have to do is copy them on the computer when I'll have time. [this week will be a reaaaally, reaaaaally tough one with school and manymanymany tests and projects but I'll do my best so that I can post soon.]
Enough with the babbling and rambling. Disclaimer is in first chapter. Enjoy.
VII.i. Sometimes
Sometimes, Maka wants to slap him. Sometimes, she wants to hit him. And sometimes she just wants to grab him and shake some sense into the damn fool's head. What's with him trying to act all cool and strong and mysterious all the time? It drives her crazy. Sometimes, she wants to grab his hand and yell at him and tell him to be himself and just this once, she does it.
ii .Thanks
He stares at her, not fully comprehending what she just said and for a moment [a short-lived one] she wants to take her words back and slap herself because she's such a fool. But then, he smiles [no shark-like grin, no teasing smile, no mocking one], a soft smile that turns her legs to jelly and makes her stomach knot itself and do cartwheels and turn and jump and turn again. She feels his hand in her hair, long, dexterous fingers ruffling it and in the process ruining her perfectly made ponytails [Kidd would throw a fit if he'd see them] and she tells herself that it's his way [strange, but his way nonetheless] of saying 'thank you'. He turns his back to her and his hand retreats in the comfort of his pocket. Sometimes, Maka just wants him to be himself.
iii. Smile
She watches him leave, hands in his pockets, lazy attitude on and she can't help but smile at his retreating back.