*In Behalf of the FB Group: Kid X Maka! (I am a member here)
Yes, this is a group fanfic, The Ideas are from the group and I am the one just typing it down.
Hi All!,
I would like to inform you guys that I originally posted this story over DeviantArt, and that I am just copying my own comments here.
I manage to do Chapter 3 last monday, (but before that, it took month before I've done Chapter 3)
*The group is not updating anymore, I cannot update the story as well, and only have what we manage to talk about... I planned to make this an Eight Chapter Story (For Kid's Sanity) and will still try to contact the group, if not then I guess I will just take over it.
Take note that this happened after the manga and at the right age already ^^. Also I somehow turn my writings to dark or serious or want xD I am not really a fluff writer.
Please do tell me what you think about it especially if it is negative. please (Productive Criticism)
SOUL EATER (c) ATSUSHI ŌKUBO
CHAPTER 2
Maka's P.O.V
I was lying on my soft bed, my emerald eyes gazing the ceiling like it was the most interesting at the moment while I feel the warm breeze coming from the window had caressed my flustered face. I was trying to empty, to clear and calm my troubled mind, the event that had taken place was such a surprised that I had lost control of my temper. The scene was replaying on my mind and my hands had covered my face, it felt warmer than earlier as the heat had now completely taken over my whole face, I am regretting my actions, I was the leader of the Spartio, an A class student and undoubtedly I was one of the smartest student, I am not saying this to brag but I know I earned all this title, I worked hard for it, strive for it to reach my goal. But, there was this emotion that had caught my attention and overcome all the other emotions I had felt, I know I was pissed with the Holy Sword Excalibur but I cannot deny the sensation I had felt when those pale yet strong firm arms wrapped around my slender and petite form, my back on the firm and should I dare say muscular chest which I had never noticed , he had always present himself in attires that would always cover his body, making his appearance slim yet compliments him while holding that power he is entitled with but what had brought me to a frozen state was when he lies his head on my shoulder it gave me the thought of he was secretly and silently saying that I should stay, ignore the scene and pay attention to him because he needed me more, that he needed to feel that I am by his side like my presence had become air to him. I felt he had inhaled my scent which had brought shiver down through my spine while the scent of wood, musk and a hint of a Gardenia flower had filled my nostrils, his scent intoxicating me, drowning me in, pulling me in, deeper to him. 'In his arms, I felt safe.'My frantic mind had declared.
"Now young Angel you must walk down the stairs without dropping a single book." The Holy Sword had spoken snapping me out of my thought while I could feel my rage building up again but ignore it, I don't want another commotion especially in the library, what happened today was more than enough. "Why am I doing this again aside from helping me find my 'mate'?" I asked and quite annoyed, "So you will be perfect for your mate." He answered while he peacefully drinking his tea at a coffee table nearby, but before I could speak I heard a familiar voice and in an instant my body froze and my mind was processing a million ways to escape the situation. I do not want the man who was the reason I am here and the one who had saved me from the madness before to be stressed. I turn to look at him, his features had not yet change but it had also brought me to the past where he had done wrong but still, he is my father and no matter how much I deny it I know in my very heart I love this man. "That's preposterous! My Maka is already perfect!" Spirit Albarn, my Father also known as the Deathscythe of the beloved Lord Death who is also serving the new young Lord Death; Kid. 'Kid… ' My heart had skipped a beat at the mention of his name.
"Like I said my Maka doesn't need this, she is already perfect head to toe and inside and out!" "Fool! There is no such thing as perfect, perfection is only an illusion." "But you just said earlier that you are doing this to make my Maka perfect for her mate!" "… Fool!" Excalibur exclaimed while hitting the Deathscythe in the head making him to fall in his knees and whimpering on the ground with a small pool of blood. "I am making Miss Maka the Ideal mate for the young-" "MAAAKKAAAAAAAAAAA!" Spirit exclaimed while grabbing her daughter on her leg like begging her not to go and to stay, 'Oh brother, this is going to be a long day.' I thought that was followed by a sigh as I imagine how the following days will take place with the Holy Sword now by my side. "I hope things wouldn't get any more worst." I said to myself more while gazing at the once grinning moon that was now enveloped with darkness making an appearance of a new moon.
Once Excalibur's little training for me is done I am now spending my time with my father at a local mall, many things have change yet only little things are noticed. One is how I am now towards the man whom gave me life. Normally I would decline spending time with him and use all the alibis I can to escape his grasp, I have my own reasons why I decline his offers, first is that I fear of getting hurt; hurt that there will be a woman that might stole his attention and forget about me. Second, I fear I might fall for his sweet lies, those sweet lies of proclaiming that he only loves me and my mother. "So how are you Maka?" my father asked while in his hand he was scanning, studying a red velvet ribbon with his eyes that resembles the sea. He seems so calm, laid back and a happy go lucky person but after what happened on the moon, I saw a glimpse why Mama had chosen Papa. "I am fine Papa, just a little bit stressed okay?" I answered, rubbing my temples to somewhat remove the stress that was building up inside me and to relax my ever so working mind, returning my gaze to the file of hair accessories that lies before me. There are ribbons with different shade of color and designs, hair clips with various designs you never thought needed, such as the one with a small hat attached, in the hat there is a velvet red ribbon connecting three roses with the shade of a bright red. I don't know why Papa took me here, at first I figured he would take me somewhere everyone else would think where to bring a bookworm; the library or a bookstore but taking me here must mean he wanted something more than just the 'regular' bonding we have and tell me something. Taking a deep breath I turned to him and planned to ask him directly what he wanted but before I could speak he had spoken. "You are like your mother Maka… Not just the way you look, but the way you think, how smart you are, how deep you see everything and how understanding you can be. An exact replica of her… Young, Strong, Brave, Smart, Wonderful, Beautiful, Everything… Everything that a man had ever dreamed off, but… I let it go." My father said that uttered me speechless , his gaze was still on the red ribbon but his eyes are covered by his hair like he fear that I will see his face, his weakness, his sin and his regret. I tried to move my lips to form words but only failed, I was still speechless and shock to my very core, Papa never spoke of Mama after the divorced was filed up thus only the line of 'Papa loves Maka and Mama the most!'can be heard coming from him.
"Papa… is very stupid." He said that was followed by a quiet and non-humorous chuckle. "Papa…" my trembling lips said, I never seen this side of him and it was shocking right to my very core. His turn his attention to my, lips forming a smile but a smile that also hold bitterness, he was strong and tall, loyal to his duty and nevertheless powerful, walking towards me I kept my attention to him, watching his every move as his smile is slowly turning into a warm one which holds so much love and tenderness. His calloused hand caressing my hair, touching with much more gentleness than the ribbon he was holding before. "Papa is sorry Maka, I should have been a better father to you, a better role model, I hope you can forgive Papa." his voice was solemn and low while he ties the red ribbon on my pigtails, his focus were on my pigtails while I am on him. "Maka and Mama means the world to Papa, I love the both of you the most."
Then, a tear falls…
Sitting quietly on the far corner of the restaurant my Father had chosen, I waited for him as he went to the comfort room after the waiter had taken our orders. I was reckless all of a sudden when he had ordered meals fit for three, starring at the garden outside I remembered what had happened again. I cannot get him out of my mind, the feeling I had the emotions that swelled my heart, I want to run and be in those arms again, taking comfort in the warmth of his body, be lost in those eyes like melted gold, breathe in his scent like how I needed air. Him, that young man… that man is slowly taking over my world and becoming the center of it yet I am willing to surrender to the feeling that was taking over my body and succumb. Something tells me that I will not regret…. Following my heart.
"Maka.."
