Okay~ Just to let you know...its been awhile since i've written somthing in this Perspective...Hense: Repairing a Broken Soul...(all in Maka POV) *SIGH!* Yes...i yelled out my sigh. That means it was loud! . "Alice in Wonderland", "Alice of Human Sacrifice", and "Soul Eater" do not belong to me! If only...
Chapter 4: The Rebellion
Maka glared at the trail that stretched onward before her. She was starting to really hate the forest now. The flowers every once in awhile spoke to her and tried to grab her by the ankles with their leaves and vines. The blond was only just barely able to pull her legs away from them, and a few times she had fallen over from lose of balance. "I hate this dream!" She yelled as she stumbled around a rock. 'Those damn plants...calling me Alice like the spider...' Her eyes shut and she took in a deep breath to shout to the heavens. "My name is Maka!"
"I'm perfectly aware of that."
"AH!" The blond girl jumped at the sudden voice and soon found herself in a battle stance; facing the source of the voice. A black haired man wearing a standard black business suit stood to her right and against a tree. The suit had white rectangles that were placed in a manner that was completely symmetrical and the main rectangle went straight down the chest of the jacket, while a set of squares wrapped around each shoulder blade. His undershirt looked like a formal white dress shirt with a strange skull on his top button. But the most noticeable feature was the three white lines that cut across his left half of his hair. "What the…?"
His golden eyes traveled from her face and down to her right arm; his head tilting slightly. "Let me take a guess..." He then said before pointing and straightening his neck. "Jack the Ripper did this to your arm?" Maka blinked and looked at her arm before looking at him again. She had no clue who this "Jack the Ripper" guy was...but if it was the monster that attacked her then he was right on the money. The young adult that seemed to be her age smiled and before she could do anything in response, he disappeared in a black mist.
"What—"
Something grabbed her arm and she gasped to see that it was the odd looking boy. Maka only prayed he was a good guy. "Dear lord..." He mumbled as he examined the three large cuts. "They're perfectly the same length and everything..." His golden eyes fell upon her other arm. "No!" He then screamed; startling the girl. He disappeared once again and soon her other arm was being held. "There's nothing here! You are out of balance! We must go find Jack and fix this—"
"Say what?"
Maka pulled her arm away and held the wounded one carefully; glaring. How did she know? Of course he'd be the bad guy. He wanted to get the 'other' arm wounded! "I-I'm sorry..." He said after she gave him a hard glare. "That was completely insensitive and a very, very bad thing to say..." He rubbed his temples with both hands which she saw had a ring on each. "My apologies. I suffer from obsessive-compulsive personality disorder or OCPD for short…or…you could just call it OCD…Oh I don't know…" Maka tilted her head slightly to the side as he stepped closer. "I have an obsession about everything having to be perfectly symmetrical. Everything must be symmetrical and aesthetically pleasing..." He sighed and folded his hands properly in front of him. "To me, anything symmetrical is beautiful and if it is off by any measurement I will try to correct it right away, even if the situation calls for utmost attention..." Maka lightly nodded and unconsciously raised her hand to point at his hair. He then glanced up before falling onto his knees to begin crying very dramatically. "Yes I know!" He then moaned. "I am an abomination! Dirty and filthy garbage that can't even die my hair to a full black! The stripes! They never leave!"
"Uh..." Maka glanced around as the man whined and slammed his fist on the ground lightly. She then slowly made her way over and knelt down. "Hey...don't get all bummed out like this..." She then muttered as her right hand touched his back with slight hesitation. "Everything's alright...Uh..." She went to say his name like she usually did when comforting someone, but she had no idea what this guy's name was. "Uh...Mr...?"
"Oh where are my manners?" The young man yelped as soon as those words slipped through her lips. He sat up and brought himself up to give her a bow. "My name is Death the Kid. But you may call me Kid." he then told her before standing up straight. Maka stared at him with wide and confused eyes. He really knew how to go from depressed to happy quickly. "I'm the part two of this little mission." She stood up as well and kept her eyes on him. If he was part two...then that meant, Black*Star was part one. But…
"Is there a part three?"
"Meeting the rest of us back at the church is part three."
Once again, Maka felt her head tilt to the side a little. So he was a part of this weird Mr. Evans and King business too, huh? But now that she was just dreaming, it wasn't as bad and insane like as it was at the party…but it still confused her to no end. "Kid..." She began slowly; gaining his attention. "Please tell me where I am, and what the hell's going on."
"Ah you are in Death City." Kid answered with a large smile. "Uh..." he glanced around and noted the many trees and plants."Well...you're in the forest of Death City's outskirts..." he then said before looking at her again. "The forest was never really given a name...so I couldn't really tell you that." Maka blinked and looked around the forest they both stood in. It was quite wonderful, sarcastically speaking.
"How about Wonderland..."
"Done!"
"What! I-I was just kidding!"
"Too late." Kid said; raising a finger in the air. "Love the word anyway...quite symmetrical..." He dropped his hand and smiled as if having a day dream. "Four letters on each side of the "er"...I love it!" The blond girl sighed and avoided smoking her forehead. "Come along this way Maka. I'll take you to the church." He then said as he began to walk down the trail. Maka turned to face the direction he was going and began to follow.
"Hey..." She muttered as they both walked; in a staggered manor. "Earlier...Black*Star was rambling on about a King that needed my help." The black and white haired man before her stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder to eye her carefully. "Is there really a king—"
"Of course there is!" Kid snapped; turning around to face her. "The king is my father!" he then said; causing surprise widen her eyes. "One day he mysteriously disappeared and I was forced away from my home." He shut his eyes and turned around to keep walking. "I'm lucky I met the sisters." He then said; his voice quivering sadly. "And I was also lucky to have Mr. Evans by my side the whole time."
"Oh yes, that's the next person I wanted to know about." Maka said as soon as he finished. His golden eyes glanced her way as she walked a little faster to be beside him. "Evans...is that his first or last name?" She then asked him. "Black*Star kept referring him as "Evans" when he was trying to get me to come here." Kid seemed to laugh slightly.
"Heavens no...His name is Soul Evans." He told her, looking forward. "Black*Star usually calls him by his last name when he's not around. But when they're together, the only thing you hear coming from that obnoxious boy is "Soul, this" and "Soul, that."...it gets very annoying." He laughed a little bit more and Maka could only imagine the blue haired boy yelling out the man's name in that manner. "Mr. Evans is what I'd like to call, a leader: besides the princess that is. He and I escaped the castle together and started a Resistance or Rebellion: whatever you may call it. This resistance consists of he and I, two sisters of the Thompson family, the Princess of Camellias, Black*Star and many others. You may have met Blair on the way. She is a part of it as well and has been keeping a good eye on that part of the forest for you: to help you get to me easier and to keep an eye on the witch Arachne."
"Oh yeah...I've met both of them..." Maka muttered; her hand reaching up to touch the small cut Arachne caused on her cheek. She looked over to him as they both came up to a vine covered brick wall. What did he mean by he and Soul escaped the castle? Did it have to do with the king disappearing? And Rebellion? A Rebellion to what exactly, she wondered. Her forest green eyes looked back forward and soon lied upon a table sitting in the middle of a town's courtyard. It had a table cloth on it and there were many pastries and beverages laid in a perfectly symmetrical way. Two girls were standing nearby and arranging it to look like so.
"Liz, Patty." Kid said; gaining both girls' attention. "I have returned with a mission success." Both girls looked over with large smiles; the shortest one wearing the biggest. "I'm going to assume Soul is in the church?" Kid then asked as the older looking one began to set things again. The shorter one responded with a loud "yes" with a fist in the air and he nodded. "Thank you Patty." As Kid walked away, Maka examined both girls. Since Patty was the short one, she assumed the tall one was Liz.
Liz had light brown hair that reached her mid-back, dark blue eyes, and tanned skin, while Patty had chin-length, bright yellow hair with bangs and light blue eyes. Both of them were wearing something that resembled a cowgirl outfit: A tight sleeveless red turtleneck belly shirt with a white tie, cowboy hat and black high-heel boots. Though, unlike Patty, Liz was wearing long jeans and two silver bracelets on each wrist, while Patty was wearing puffy shorts.
Maka could see two white jackets hanging on the back of two different chairs so she guessed that they wore those over the small red shirts. "OH! Nee-Chan, look at her dress!" Patty gasped as her eyes lied upon the Albarn girl's torn and shredded dress. The younger of the sisters ran over and grabbed a piece that hung on only a few strands of fabric. "It's ruined!" As she said this, her blue eyes fell upon her older sister who walked over to examine the dress as well. "Just look at it...I think it was Jack!"
"Yeah, that defiantly looks like Jack's work." Liz muttered with a sigh. "Well, we defiantly need to find out what to do about it..." She then said, looking over her shoulder. "There is a pair of scissors in the church..." Maka let out a squeak as the younger sister tore a chunk of the dress away and tossed it aside. "Hold on...let me go find them and I'll take the rest of the carnage off." She walked away as Patty discovered a sharp plant and secretly planned to cut Maka's dress with that. But just as she went to, the church doors opened up and Kid was revealed.
"Maka," He called as Liz slipped by to go look for the scissors. "I think it's about time for you to speak with Soul." Maka smiled; thinking that she was going to get out of the hell that was the Thompson sisters. She really didn't want them to cut her dress up...even if it was already in pieces. Half of the backside was already gone, since she could see it lying on the ground in front of her where Patty had thrown it.
"Oh hold on!"
Maka stopped walking and saw that Liz had come back from inside the church. "I found the scissors!" She exclaimed as Maka's shock caused her eyes to widen."Sorry Kid, but Soul will have to wait a moment. He's still practicing anyway. Leave him in peace until he's done." She then said to the black and white haired boy. Then when the older sister made it to the base of the steps she snapped her fingers to get her little sister's attention. "Patty, make her some tea while I fix the dress."
"HAI~!"
"NO! What are you doing?" Maka gasped as Liz knelt down and grabbed the petticoat of the dress. She looked at it for a moment before nodded and running the scissor's blades through the fabric. Maka could only stare as the cut came from way above her knees since at that point, the tears and shreds had stopped. From there up, in Liz's view, it'd be a cute little skirt with maybe a little poof from the underneath since she expected it to have a poof. Liz had the skirt end at the middle of Maka's thighs revealing the top of the dress, a short, poofy plaid skirt, black and white faux boots and long white socks up to just above her knees.
"Now 'that' is a cute outfit!" Liz barked happily after examining her creation. Over by the tea cups, Patty verbally complemented the new dress; while Maka only looked at it in complete shock. Never in her life would she think of wearing something like that. It was above her knees! That wasn't allowed was it? Of course her father wouldn't approve of it, but nearly every proper lady wore their dresses below the knees. No proper lady, not even her rebellious mother, wore their dresses even an 'inch' above their knees. And now her dress was cut into a skirt at least four inches above the proper point. If the people at the party saw her now...oh god...
'Mama...'
Maka felt like passing out. She needed to get out of this dream. "Whoa there." Patty said as Maka tumbled down into a chair. She laughed a little before walking over with a cup of tea. "Don't worry Maka-Chan, you'll get used to it!" She then exclaimed as the sandy blond took the cup. Then her eyes snapped onto the younger Thompson sister as she sipped her own cup of tea with her usual bubbly face.
"H-How did you know my name?"
Patty and Liz both looked at her before glancing at each other. Then the both of them giggled slightly before Patty pointed at the church. "Soul-Kun told me!" She then told Maka. "He knows everything! He even knew that you were going to that party before it was even planned!" She laughed as Maka's head cocked to the side for about the millionth time. "Soul-Kun worked for Shinigami-Sama...he didn't like to read, but he said that's what he did when he got bored."
"Shinigami-Sama?"
"The King." Liz answered for her sister. Maka looked to her left to see the older sister; her eyes wide in wonder. Liz chuckled a bit. "Yeah, the almighty king of Death City was Death himself." she then said before pointing at Kid with her free hand. "That there is the proud son of the very man." Maka looked at Kid even though she had already known that. She saw that Kid was sitting on the stairs to the church doors and was staring into the sky. "He really misses his father...so it's one of the reasons he's been wanted you here so badly."
"What in the world am I going to do about it?" Maka asked; causing both girls to look at her again. "I'm just an ordinary girl from the nineteenth century." She then said to them both. "What am I supposed to do?" Both sisters looked at each other and nodded before setting their tea down. Then they both grabbed Maka by each hand and pulled her to her feet. "Wh-what are you doing?" The sandy blond asked as they dragged her over to the church.
"Kid! Open the doors!" Liz called as they both pulled Maka up the steps. Said boy stood and nodded before turning around to do the very thing. And just as the three girls were up at the doors, they were just opened enough for them to slip through. "If you have no idea on what to do," Liz then started as they walked down the aisle of chairs. "We'll just have Soul explain to you." They stopped in front of another door at the end of the church hall. Maka, though, was too distracted by the beauty of the furniture and window glass.
"Where is he?"
"In the piano and organ room!" Patty exclaimed; getting the other blond's attention. Both girls pointed to the door behind them with their thumbs, but Maka looked around again. The place was large, and she could tell that it took a long time to build. "Maka, here's something you must know before you go in." Patty said to get her attention again.
"Soul doesn't like to be asked to play the piano." Liz jumped in; making Maka look at her instead. "So, don't 'ever' ask him to play for you or he'll get in a pretty foul mood." Maka nodded and tried her best to fix the skirt she now had, but the eldest Thompson sister grabbed her wrist and shook her head. "Don't worry Maka…Soul isn't some kind of priest. He just likes the church because it has a piano and organ for him to play. But…I guess that's also good to do..." Her hand lifted away from the other girl's and she laughed. "He 'is' a bit of a perv after all..."
Patty laughed, but Maka only gaped at her. Liz laughed a little also and put her hand on the door handle. "Oh whatever...you won't fit his taste anyway." She then said; making Maka's mouth snap shut in slight anger. "Trust me...I've known him for awhile. You're not really his type." She winked at the other blond; causing her younger sister to laugh and began to open the door. Then, with a smile, Patty leaned in and with a loud voice she yelled nearly at the top of her lungs.
"Soul-Kun! "The Alice" has arrived!"
Hey look! It's the symmetry trio~! I personally like this chapter only because of the way it leaves you all wondering what Maka's gunna do when she see's Soul :3 But i also like it because they finally stop calling him EVANS! Geebus-uh, thats "jesus" BTW...i just sometimes say it like that...heheh...*nervous laugh* WELL! I hope you liked the chappie. Oh and sorry if it took awhile, i was grounded from my computer for waking up in a bad mood...ugh...
Teehee~I named the forest "Wonderland"...uh...*freaks out* Wait! Wonderland doesnt belong to me! *long sigh* Whew...glad i got THAT off my chest...
Well, anyway...feedback time!
KittyAttack: Omigosh, nice beginning to ur review...just letting you know :3 And no, there isnt any shrinking potion. He's just a little shorter than her cuz of the heels she's wearing. He's actually supposed to be taller than her...right? Oh, and thanks~!
greenminded97: Thank You~! "Red eyes" is Jack the Ripper silly! :D
1keiy1: Thanks for saying it dosent suck :D Yesh, i like to update fast so i dont let you guys loose intrest in it. People do that to me and by the time they finally update i dont want to read it anymore... I want to make sure that doesnt happen with this story :3
cocoaalovee: *dies* I love you~ Thank you for the kind words, I'm trying my best. Same here for me...in a way...3rd person stories hurt my eyes when I type them, but i do it anyways...whats up with that? lol
Purple-Eyed Devil: Thanks, i'm glad to hear you'll follow to the end! Well, you just saw Kid, so what do you think? And Soul...well...he's next :P
RandomDancing123: Nya~! I love your reviews you know that? Your always making me giggle when i read them :3 And...YES! You are correct~! Jack the Ripper is the right answer~ Here's a cookie *hands you a cookie* Thanks for reading doll, im sorry bout your iPod problem there. Hope it get's fixed! Tell you what...I'll keep butt kicking for you and your iPod! Cause, my iPod likes to act up too... T^T
Mushraluvr: Thanks, i love Black*Star too cuz he's just so...BLUE! And he's a sweetheart when he wants to be :3 Ox and Kim are, of course, meant to be...so thats why they together XD. Oh, and P.S, Maka didnt get to hear his name for a reason. It adds a little suspense and "non-belief" in future chapters :3
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