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(c) Patiently Waiting For You belongs to me
"Damn!" the half naked albino screeched with his ears clogged by the palms of his hands. "What are you trying to do? Call the police here?"
"Fine by me," Maka exclaimed after catching a lungful of air. "Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my home!?"
"Funny," the stranger snorted, slowly dropping his sun-kissed hands to his sides, "I should be the one asking you that."
"Wh-what?" Maka stammered.
"This is my flat," he stated firmly, "besides how did you get in here?" He turned around to eye the brass door hinge with menacing disdain, muttering, "Damn bolt must've broken again."
"I was given a key." Maka fumbled for the small gold object from her back pocket. She held the dangling key by a worn rope, spinning in a way that the sunlight's beam refracted from its embedded digits at one side while the other reflected the indented three figures.
The albino young man approached Maka with casual indifference despite his appearance. A hand fluidly grasped the bronze key for its legitimacy. While he was occupied, Maka hunched in her seat, legs crossed at the ankles and thumbs encircling one another in a manner she behaved when she was caught smothering cookies before dinner. Maka wondered why the stranger before her was acting coolly and openly vulnerable towards her, a stranger, especially when he was only dressed with a white, fluffy towel. Did a thought ever occur to him that she could possibly take him down by taking his dignity before making her escape? Well, she was never the type to favor the role of a damsel in distress.
Before she could deepen her concentration on her usual fight or flight response, his baritone voice confirmed, "It's legit," along with an open palm offering the key to her. Her pale fingers gently cradled the key back into her palm as he continued, "But why would you have it?"
"Excuse me?"
"I was told that I would have to share my apartment with a guest. I think Blair just gave you the wrong key," he sighed with disbelief, "I swear that woman should learn how to double check." The young man scratched his messy, drenched snow hair with irritation before moving away from his door. "Why are you just sitting there? I need to change, woman."
"Oh, sorry," Maka apologized before hopping off the mattress and scurrying towards the kitchen. She plopped herself on a white chair, hands folded flatly on the round, cool surface whilst her embarrassment leaked out of her composed face before smashing her head on top of it. She turned her attention to the door where she had carelessly tossed her luggage and shoes aside before striding into her endeavor. How did she not realize that the room was occupied? Apartments were never accommodated a guest's preference beforehand, but because of her excitement, she flat out assumed that her father figure of a guardian had set everything up for her. Idiot.
She sighed, locking her attention on the slim gold ring centered in the silver band on her left ring finger before fixing herself for into a comfortable position. She lifted her head slightly in order to detach her right hand from the weave and tucked her elbow to rest beneath her chin while the left erected in such a manner, enhancing admiration.
Oh, Kid, Maka sighed, if you were here to see me now, barging into a stranger's home, how would you react? Silence loomed for a moment as she observed the light bouncing off the band on her left finger followed by an image of her childhood friend's gentle, affectionate smile. She chuckled to herself softly, "You'd start laughing like you always do…"
"Who are you talking to?"
The sandy haired woman immediately shot back her seat and straightened herself like the proper, well behaved child she was raised to be. Unfortunately, her immediate reactions unsuccessfully brushed off her flushing features. Crap… had she been reading her thoughts aloud again? How much had he heard? "I-I-uh-myself! Yes, I was just thinking about s-something funny! Hahaha!" she chuckled nervously. Great… he must be thinking that I've gone mad.
The albino directed a questioning look by lifting an eyebrow, but lazily shrugged his inquisition aside. "Anyways, what's your name?" He made his way to the empty seat in front of her—completely clothed to Maka's relief.
"You're not thinking of reporting me, are you?" Maka inquired his ruby orbs with narrowed slits.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not," he challenged mysteriously, "Maybe I can help you out since I'm in a good mood." Maka gawked at him skeptically, was it merely just moments ago when he expressed his irritation towards her, and now he acted as if that person never existed. Maka's face contorted into one of which her jaw hung slightly ajar and a twitching eye. Soul was taken aback by the young woman's bizarre behavior, causing him to question if he had said anything wrong to trigger such expression. "What's with the face?"
"Are you sure you're the same guy who came out of that room?" Too late to take back the words, Maka slapped her mouth shut with inflating embarrassment. What was with her today?
The albino blinked blankly several times before cracking into a loud guffaw. Maka stared at him, bewildered. "What? You think I have some sort of twin here or something?" he chuckled.
"Wow, you have sharp teeth…" Now that Maka was up close, she was able to notice more details about him like how beautiful his eyes gleamed in the fluorescent kitchen light, his soft complexion, a sharp nose, and a strong jaw line, but what intrigued her the most were his unnatural predator teeth. The comment automatically ceased his laughter, followed by a small wince, as if her words had stung him. The light hearted atmosphere quickly thickened into an ominous one.
"C'mon let's just go and talk to Blair." He avoided her eyes as he made his way towards the brown door, her luggage at hand. Maka contemplated in silence, wondering if she had said something that might have affected him before wearing her shoes and following him out to the colorful hallway.
Aside from his insistence to carry her luggage, silence loomed majority of their time together throughout their walk towards the elevator shaft. Maka felt uncomfortable with the lack of conversation, but heed the urge to converse in small talk, instead, she fumbled with her gold band idly.
It was Soul who had departed the elevator first the moment the female automated announced their arrival. She watched as he strode towards the purple haired receptionist with animated gestures to express his irritation when she smirked with malice, teasing him with more fuel to combust in outrageous denial.
"It's nothing like that, stupid woman," he huffed indignantly.
"Oh, Soul," she purred, one that reminded Maka of a content kitten, "it's okay, you don't need to hide it! She looks like your type."
"Uh…" Maka gasped, flushing red from overhearing the conversation from several feet behind.
"Huh," Soul, she presumed, scoffed, "As if I'd fall for a girl with a chest as flat as a board."
On impulse, Maka whipped out a book from her luggage and smashed it on the albino's hair. Blair had attempted to stop Soul, but gave up the moment the words slipped out of his mouth. She propped an elbow on the glossy counter with a sympathetic grin on her lips, yet her eyes held laughter.
"Hey there, Maka! How are ya' doin', hon?" she greeted enthusiastically.
"Uh, Blair, I think you gave me the wrong key," Maka replied.
"Huh?" I don't believe that's incorrect." Blair ducked underneath the counter, frantically searching for the report for Maka's dorm assignment while tossing unimportant documents behind her. "Ah, here it is," she exclaimed accomplishedly through all the confetti of paper flying about the place. She clutched the report with two perfectly purple nail polish fingers while her gold eyes scanned the message furiously. "It says here that room 506 is assigned to Soul Evans and Maka Albarn."
"Heh?" Soul groaned from the ground, his head indented from the book's impact.
"What?" Maka shrieked. "B-but, but don't the rules regulate that it can't be opposite sexes living in the same dorm?"
Blair shook her head, "Not in this place, sweetie. People are old enough to make their own choices in life, so what you do in that room is totally up to you."
"Hahahahahahahhahahahaha!" Soul clutched his stomach as a fit of laughter escaped his lips.
"What's so funny?" Maka demanded.
"You think I'm going to rape you or something?" he guffawed, "Geeze, what are your parents teaching you?"
Maka slapped the book on his head with a menacing aura, twice intense from the last, as she spoke, "My parents are dead."
The boy clutched his head from the exploding pain, but accepted the punishment. His stupid mouth just had to slip something uncool. Soul winced, hoping to meet the girl's emerald eyes to apologize, but her back was turned towards him as she directed her question to the receptionist. Although her tone was kind and polite to the woman, he swore that her menacing aura continued to intensify to the point that he can see multiple daggers directly pointed at him from all directions. He dared not speak.
"I'll just rent another room," Maka sighed, "how much is the rent?"
"It's two thousand yearly," Blair replied.
"That's reasonable," Maka mused as she searched for her wallet, fished out a credit card, and handed it to her.
Blair slid the card in the scanner to complete the transaction, but an error report appeared on her screen. She tried again, her smile faltering to an inquisition. "Well it appears that your card is being cancelled."
"Huh?"
"Yeah, it's saying that you don't have enough money."
"No way… all my savings are gone?" Maka hung her head in depression. "I swear I had a couple thousands in there."
"Oh yeah," Blair remembered thoughtfully, "I just got this fax from your guardian." Blair held a piece of paper for her, the warmth still lingered after being fresh off the print.
Dear Maka, it read:
I hope you find the room to your preference. I asked Soul Evans, your room mate, to prepare his home to your accommodations. Yes, you will be sharing a home with a male, but I'm confident that he won't lay a finger on you. Now, Maka, you only have $100 in your account. I went ahead and paid Blair for your three year rental. Call us when you finish reading this, you know how your Aunt Marie is when you're gone.
-Stein
"Can I borrow your phone?" Maka inquired with a menacing smile.
Soul sat up tensed, his legs bent upwards to keep his feet grounded in case he needed to make a break for it from Maka's murderous aura. With his palms as leverage to keep him upright, he backpedaled several feet away when Maka crossed by, making her way to one of the public phone booths lined up beside the entrance of the apartment building.
Maka fished out a quarter from her jeans and popped it into the slot. Her fingers softly dialed her former house number. She waited patiently as the phone rang for several moments before a dreary female voice answered.
"Stein's residence, this is Marie," the woman droned into the phone. Although Maka couldn't see her, she could imagine how life-deprived her complexion appeared: bags gathering into dark circles beneath her red, puffy eyes due to crying all night.
"Hey Aunt Marie, it's Maka," she chirped.
"Maka?!" her mother figure screeched through the phone. Maka could imagine the creases in her eyes fade back into her usual, charisma. "Maka! Oh, sweetie, I miss you so much!" she cried. "It's so lonely at home when you're gone."
"You have Uncle Stein though, don't you? Besides your marriage is just a month away."
"Oh heavens yes," Marie sniffled, "Yes, the time has almost come. I have to admit that I'm a bit nervous myself. I'll be a wreck by then."
"Don't stress about it, Aunt Marie. I'm sure it'll be perfect," Maka reassured.
"Oh, you better be coming as well!" she exclaimed, "I want to see my baby girl again."
Maka chuckled lightheartedly, "And I too, Mom."
Maka overheard another voice from the back followed by Marie's muffled response. "Maka, your uncle would like to have a word with you."
"I was about to ask myself," Maka agreed kindly. She listened to the muffled exchange of the phone before hearing a familiar monotone baritone voice.
"Hello, Maka," Stein greeted.
"Hello, Uncle Stein," Maka returned sweetly, then in a menacing, even tone she asked, "Now who do you think you are for using all of my life savings to pay off for this apartment?"
"Now, Maka," Stein chastised just as evenly, the thickness in his tone carried over a looming authority, "I am your guardian and as that entitlement, I want you to be safe for both mine and Marie's sake."
"And your reasoning brought you to room me with the opposite sex?!"
"Mhmm," she heard him hum from the other line.
"Yeah, no, that' snot gonna happen, Uncle," Maka replied cheerfully. "I appreciate what you're doing for me, but I think I can handle living on my own." Stein manifested a gurgle of complaints but Maka paid no heed to them, "Thanks Uncle Stein, buh-bye now." The complaints continued before Maka hung up. With a composed smile resting on her lips, Maka strode back to the purple haired receptionist. "What's the down payment?"
"You're a quarter short," Blair shook her head.
Maka exhaled, brushing several strands of her sandy bangs aside of her jade eyes. "Is there a job available around here so I can pay you back? Of course if I pay for the hundred now?"
Blair shook her head apologetically, "Rules are rules, Maka." Maka sighed, defeated. "But, if you want a job, I heard that Death Bucks Café is hiring new workers now that students are returning to school."
"Alright, I'll do it. With a nod, Blair disappeared beneath her desk, searching for the address of the restaurant. Meanwhile, Maka turned towards the terrified albino on the ground and offered him a hand. Soul stared at her gloved offering before hesitantly taking it. "For the time being, I'll just stay with you… if you don't mind?" she queried whilst hoisting him up.
Soul dropped her hand nonchalantly, "Do what you want."
"By the way," Maka interjected, offering her hand towards him once more, "I'm Maka Albarn."
"Huh, better late than never," the albino commented, "Soul Evans." The ruby eyed young took her hand once more with a firm grip before dropping it.
"I'm sorry about earlier," Maka added, "but I hope we'll get along. Please take care of me."
"Please take care of me as well," Soul smiled, one that hid his sharp teeth from view, one that appeared uncomfortably forced.
"Alrighty, I got the address set right here for ya, Maka," Blair popped from beneath her desk with a hand flaunting the paper in the air. "Here ya go."
"Thanks," Maka replied as she took the paper.
"Maka, why don't you go ahead and check it out," Soul suggested.
"But what about my luggage? I have to bring it back to the room."
"I'll deal with it," Soul insisted, "I'll meet you at the café right after. You know where to go right?"
"Yeah, I'm familiar with this place," Maka replied. "Thanks, Soul." With a wave to Blair, Maka strode out of the building and towards her destination.
Soul made sure that Maka was gone before returning his attention to the purple receptionist. "Why the hell did you lie?"
"Nyah?" Blair hummed innocently, "I don't know what you're talking about, Soul?"
"Don't play dumb with me," he deadpanned. "Paying less than the down payment is acceptable through loaning her money. She just has to pay you back within a year."
"Rules have been regulated last week."
"Bullshit," Soul grumbled, but Blair ignored his comment with a sly smirk. "What are you planning, you damn feline?"
The receptionist shrugged indifferently before casually making her way out of her marble counter and behind the tense young man. Her slender fingers grasped his shoulder blades in a tender manner before giving them a few squeezes, then in an airy whisper, she stated, "It'll be good for you." Within that second, the weight of her fingers left Soul's shoulder, causing the albino to search for her whereabouts.
"What the hell's that supposed to mean?"
Blair answered with a soft chuckle before exiting the building.
A/N:
So it took me 2 months to finally post this chapter! I'm so sorry for taking so long. I had a writers block then the Soul Eater contests, then requests, and tumblr SoMa weeks, then there's just school. For a while... well until my summer starts, this will be the last of "Patiently Waiting For You" that I will write. I'm currently working on the 3rd one, but for the most I'm concentrated on the NSFW ideas (I'm 4 days left behind... ;A;) Anyways, I hope you take this to your liking.