Well, newest chapter for Sk8er Boi because I want to work more on this story. We are stopped at a friends house about six hours from Washington. I have a bit more time to write, so yay! Longer chapter! Mention it if you want a change in POV. Well, that's all for now folks!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Soul Eater or any other anime/manga that may or may not be mentioned.
Souls POV
I can't believe I said it. I wasn't thinking. All I wanted to do was shut this brat up! I didn't mean to actually tell her the truth.
"Um, so, why was he... Ya know... Locked up?" Before I could stop it, my mouth began to run.
"Well, the police found him in an old storage house. He was high on brown heroin and when the police told my parents, they immediately ran psychological tests on him, because my parents believed that the only way Wes would do drugs was if he was crazy," I said the last bit bitterly,"Turns out he not only had multiple personalities but he was a schizophrenic. Ha, their faces when they found out that their golden boy had to be out in a funny farm is something that I would have loved to catch on camera."
"Having parents issues?" It he question seemed genuine, but right now my emotions were too spiked to care.
"Nothing a spoiled brat like you would understand." The words were out before I could stop them. When Maka's expression darkened, I knew I had dug my own grave and that last comment had been the final nail in the coffin.
"You don't know anything about me for one. And for another, leave. I don't want to see your face near me again unless I absolutely have to.
Unfortunately, I can't keep you from coming here, so for now on, you have to pay for meals.
"If you see me here, don't come over and try to talk to me. Forget everything that happened today and pretend nothing happened." With that Maka stood up and left, leaving my alone at the table. Our waiter, Frank or something like that, set two dishes on the table.
"Did Maka leave for the ladies room?" He asked.
"No, I made a bad comment on her not knowing what it's like when your parents hate you and she stormed off." I said glumly.
"Oh, I see. Maka's been like that since her mothers murder. Its really not my place to tell you, but I might as well, seeng as how you will probably never get to talk to her again." He sighed. "Once Maka makes up her mind, it's final." He looked away wistfully.
"Woah, slow down. Murder?" I was really confused, and a bad feeling had begun to settle in the pit of my stomach.
"When Maka was about six, she was out walking with her mother when a burglar appeared. The rest, well Maka was way too traumatized to say much else. The police gathered that the robber had snatched Maka and used her as a hostage. In her mothers attempt to save her, she knocked the gun out of the robbers hand. But not before the robber shot her.
"He left Maka wit her dying mother and ran off. Maka's father blames her for Kami's death and hasn't talked to her in 10 years. Ever since, she just pushes everyone away from her. Your the first person I have seen her with in six years." Now I felt terrible. I had to make it up to her somehow.
"I got to go." I told Fred? Is that his name? Anyways, I ran out of the diner towards the skatepark. I had to find Maka.
Franks POV
I watched the albino kid with the red eyes run it the door. I not quite sure how, but something inside tells me that this kid has a good soul. Maybe he will be the one to change Maka. To make her happy. Now, when is my shift off? I need to watch the next episode of Ouran High School Host Club.
Souls POV
As I passed the gates of the skatepark, I heard a noise coming from the corner. I went to investigate and saw a girl with sandy blonde hair crouched in the corner, holding her ankle. Maka! I was about to run and help her when a voice stopped me dead in my tracks.
"Hello there. I was looking for someone and I was wondering if you could help me. I am looking for someone named Maka Albarn. Do you know her?" Maka looked up at him with wide, forest green eyes. They sparkled and reminded me of freshly cut grass, sprinkled with morning dew. I shook my head, clearing the cobwebs and the weird romantic crap.
What the hell am I thinking? I shook my head once more, just to be sure. Well, this is out of my hands now that Wes has her. I'll just apologize another time. I turned and began walking away, when I heard a sharp SMACK. I looked back and saw Wes holding his face in shock and Maka looking at him furiously.
"You little...! How dare you? Who do you think you are? I guess I'll just have to teach you a lesson then." A cruel smile lit up Wes's face and he grabbed Maka's wrist. Now she looked frightened. Her widened eyes snapped me out of my daze and I ran forward.
Wes twisted Maka's wrist and I heard a snap. Not two seconds later did my fist drive into Wes's stomach. I knocked the wind out of him and turned around. I grabbed Maka bridal style and took off down the street, fast as I could.
"Where do you live?" I asked her as I ran. She gave me her address and I took off that way. I made it to the apartment complex out of breathe. "Which one is yours?" I panted.
"I'm fine, I can go." She tried to get up, but I held fast.
"I know you hurt your ankle. Now which one?" I asked again. "And is your father home?"
"It's number 13, and I live by myself." She said, relenting. By herself? She was planning on staying here and mending her broken wrist and whatever was wrong with her ankle by herself? This girl has guts of steel.
"Wow, by yourself. Ya know, I do too. Can't stand dem parents," I said, trying to break the awkwardness as I tried to climb the stairs while holding another human being.
"Whatever." She said, not looking me in the face.
"You are making this harder than it has to be you know, and where are the keys?" I said as we reached her front door.
"Making what harder?" She said.
"Keys? Where are they?" I asked, trying to dodge the question.
"First tell me!"
"Ugh! Fine! I'll do it myself!" I laid her on the floor and got out my mini tool case from my pocket.
"What are you doing to my door?" She was really starting to get on my nerves now.
"Shut up and wait a minute! Jeez, all I wanted to do was apologize to you!" That shut her up and in a few seconds I heard the click as the lock popped open. I picked her up and walked into her apartment. It was dark, so I left the door open and shuffled over to a couch. But not before banging my shin on her coffee table. That is gonna leave a bruise tomorrow. I set her on the couch then hunted down the light switch. I turned the lights on, shut the door, and went to get some ice packs from the kitchen.
"How did you know I had ice packs?" Maka asked when I returned to the couch.
"You skate, therefore, you have ice packs. Now where do you keep the a bandages?" After wrapping her ankle, which turned out to be sprained, I moved onto her wrist. "Okay, turn your wrist like this." I showed her by raising it up. She tried and got it halfway there before she squeaked in pain. "Oay try rotating your wrist in small circles." She managed that. So, at worst she had a small fracture in her wrist, but I think it was just sprained. The snapping sound must have been from somewhere else. I bandaged her wrist and gave her my assessment of the damage.
"What? I can't use my ankle for TWO WEEKS?!" She looked incredulous.
"That's right. And three weeks for that wrist."
"How am I supposed to get around then?"
"Got anyone you can call?" She looked down and I took that as a no. I sighed over dramatically.
"Well then I guess I will have to. Guess I will be living here for couple of weeks. Does the couch pull out?"
"I-I couldn't ask you to do that!" She was blushing furiously.
"Not like I have anything better to do. Plus, I owe you one for being such an ass earlier."
"Well, if you insist, but I can't have you sleeping on my couch. I have a spare room, it's right across from mine. I'll show you, come on." She tried to get up, but I could see she wouldn't make it. I sighed, yet again. Then I scooped her up and carried her.
"Lead the way captain." She was blushing again, but led the way anyways. Hmm, living three weeks with Maka? I smell adventure.
A/N: So, next chapter, I will introduce another character, but I have trouble deciding whether it should be Black*Star or Kid. (I'm spelling it with one d this time.) until next time little ones.