Author's note: ok LOL I finally got to writing a chapter to this one. I'm sorry to anyone who has been reading this one. You should let me know if I should continue this or end it. I won't be offended if you say end it, that just gives me more time to forces on my other story but if you like it say so and I'll keep writing. Lets start this.
The huge walls of the maze tower over her as she stops right before them, the inside of her shoes full of sand. The walls their selves were black like night with red spikes at the top that looked to much like blood for Maka's liking. On the stone wall three huge vertical eyes stare back at her. She is getting tired of those eyes.
But those are the eyes you crave... A dark voice chuckles in her head.
Maka quickly shakes her head trying to get rid of the voice. It was because of those damn three eyes, because of the goblin king that I'm in this mess. I don't want him... she tells herself as she starts walking around the wall looking for an opening inside. She walks for awhile, finding nothing. She turns a corner, Faint Jazz music can be heard...wait jazz? Maka raises an eyebrow as she starts to run towards the music kicking up sand behind her. She turns a corner around the wall and is greeted with...a odd sight. A boy in a nice fancy black suit is dancing his back turned so she can't see his face, doing the swing to be exact. Next to the weird boy is a record player playing the jazz music that maka heard but every couple of seconds it would skip giving the melody a sort of warped feel. The whole scene looked just out of place in a dirty desert along with the fact jazz isn't really swing music. The boys movements were just off beat.
"Um excuse me not to be rude but jazz isn't really swing music and why even go swinging in the desert?"
"Everything can be swing music and why not the desert?" the boy answers cooly still doing his weird off beat swing.
"Because it's dusty, dirty, and hot. Also your dressed like your going to some fancy party, dancing here could mess your suit up."
The white haired boy just ignores her keeping his back towards her, he never stops dancing. The jazz music's skipping is really starting to annoy her. "Hey buddy I think you need a new record or something that skipping is really annoying."
"Nothings wrong with it. It's sweet, sweet music to my ears." the boy waves his hand at her like he's shooing away the idea.
"You have bad taste in music." Maka's eye begins to twitch. The skipping is now starting to drive her mad.
"Heh, heh swing swing." He chuckles ignoring her comment.
"It's not fucking swing music!" she just really wanted to hit this guy with something, for some reason a book comes to mind.
"Ok ok, lets cool it down now." the boy finally stops dancing and turns to face her with a smirk on his face. Maka can't stop the gasp that comes from her throat...The boy had...Teeth...big teeth, and they look sharp. His smirk turns to a grin showing off his dangerous shark like teeth and all she can do is stare in fascination. They remind her a bit of the globin's teeth but...this boy surely isn't a globin...is he? The boy looks over her with his blood red eyes, her noticing the wild flare she sees in them. His hair is odd as well, it's white as snow as if he's a old man but he looks around her age...his hair is spiky and wild like his eyes. Maka has never seen any one like this...she should be scared of such a boy but she isn't...she's just fascinated..almost entranced by those eyes of his, those eyes of madness. The shark tooth boy looks at her a long moment as she looks at him as if he's just as fascinated by her as she is him. "So...you're the girl?.."
"Huh?" Maka blinks the trance he had on her broken.
"Never mind." he grunts and walks over to his record player which is still playing the jazz music.
"Well ok then..." she takes a deep breath recollecting her thoughts at seeing the walls of the maze behind the boy. "Can you by any chance help me get into this maze?" She grumbles not enjoying having to ask help from this boy, she doesn't like hand outs. She likes to do things herself but even she will need help to complete this maze.
The boy ignores her and walks over to a dead tree and rips one of it's dry branches off.
"Well?" she taps her foot. She didn't have all day. He walks back slowly to the record player, he stops in front of it looking over it with those wild eyes of his for a moment. He lifts up the hand with the branch then slams it down hard, making a nice crack in the music machine. The boy starts to laugh madly as he smashes the record to pieces the music getting more warped and warped like his laughter. He keeps smashing and smashing never stopping till there's nothing left but bits and pieces. Maka can just watch in disbelief...just...what the hell?...this guys mad.. The boy finally stops hitting the completely destroyed record player, he throws the branch on the ground and chuckles to himself. "Much better..."
"Why the hell did you just do that?" she just stares at the pieces of the record player. "You just destroyed your music."
"Eh, I don't like jazz anyway." he shrugs and starts walking closer to the walls of the maze.
"But...you were just dancing to it! And- just Never mind." she grips the bridge of her nose. "Your insane."
"So?" he chuckles then makes a weird face. "EW."
"What?" she walks over to him an spots something move from the corner of her eye. A very small girl with wings flies over to her. Maka's eyes get hug with excitement. "Oh it's a fairy like from the stories! She's so beautiful." she reaches out to try to hold it but before she can the white haired boy smacks his hands on her, crushing the poor fairy. It falls to the dry ground.
"Damn things, there so annoying."
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Maka kneels next to the fallen little girl, it's wings are twisted in a unnatural angel. She lifts the fairy gently by cupping her hands over her. She glares at the red eyed boy. "You're a monster- ow! It bit me!" Maka throws the girl against the wall and examines her finger. Blood wells up at the tip and starts dripping down her finger. She sticks her finger in her mouth to lick up the blood then adds pressure to it. Her eyes wonder over to the now dead fairy, her heart beat quicken when she sees the small three eyes on the girl's stomach that she hadn't seen before...damn...are those things every where..?
"well duh it bit you, that's what they do. There annoying little pest." he grins at her, eyeing the blood on her finger with a wild look. "That was stupid of you."
"Shut up, I didn't know. I thought fairies were suppose to do nice things like...granting wishes and crap not bite the hell out of people." she looks down at her finger, her face getting a little hot from embarrassment.
"Ha! Shows what you know." he chuckles darkly as he smashes another fairy he sees with his hands
"well, in my stories that's what fairies are like..." Maka mumbles and walks to stay close to the boy.
"Nerd."
"Grand pa."
"what the hell I'm no grand pa I'm obviously as young as you." he rolls his eyes. "Grand pa is not my name so don't call me that."
"Then why don't you tell me your name?" she keeps up with him eagerly.
"The name's soul." he grunts and glances back at her. "And who are you?"
"I"m maka." she straightens herself up and speaks with confidence.
"That's what I thought." he smirks, walking away from her.
"Do you know were the doors to the labyrinth is?" Maka walks quickly to keep up with the odd boy.
"Maybe."
"Well where is it?"
"Where's what?"
"The door!"
"What door?"
"Stop fucking with me." she growls. "There's no point in asking you anything, I don't have all the time in the world to play your stupid games!"
"If you would ask the right question's, then you would get the right answers." he shrugs.
"...how do I get into the labyrinth." she sighs...damn this boy..
"ah, there you go, good girl." soul turns on his heel so he's facing her. Maka doesn't expect such a sudden change and she bumps into him. Her face gets dark from the closeness and she quickly tries to pull away but the boy grabs her making it so she can't. He leans down, his face getting dangerously close to her's, a sharp grin on his face. His eyes look over her face, there shaking from insanity. "What's wrong...?" his breath is on her face and she shivers. "Do I scare you?...are you afraid of my teeth?...or maybe its my eyes...are you scared of them girl? Do you fear me?" his words are as shaky as his eyes, his grip on her arms tightens.
"Your teeth and eyes don't scare me...I actually think there pretty bad ass." Maka looks him in the eyes, fighting back the blush that wants to come on at admitting that. Soul looks at her a moment that wild look in his eyes has been replaced by something else, and his grip loosens on her until he isn't holding her no more. He looks at her blankly now, and she can't help to wonder what goes on in the mind of a insane person.
"..." his lips turn into a smirk as he points behind her. "You get in through there."
She turns to find the wall that once was just a plain brick wall is now a door. At soul's words it slowly creaks open, light smoke being let out as if the door hasn't been open for a century. "Are you really going to go in there?" Soul watches her as she walks towards the open door
"yes." she looks back at him before walking though the door. "I have to."
Maka gasps once she's in...oh hell no... the maze only has two ways to go left, or right. She looks left, a long straight never ending path, then she looks right, a straight never ending path. Both paths look the same! Maka flips her body left and right as she studies each path carefully looking for any kind of clue as to which way to go, there are none. Each path has creepy vines going on the wall, creepy dead branches on the ground with creepy stillness to top it off.
"Pretty sick huh?"Soul suddenly comments coming up behind her with a smirk on his face.
"Ah!"she jumps and whips around eyes wide. At seeing the boy she lets out a sigh. "Don't do that you ass."
"I didn't mean to scare you." he chuckles. "But it was still fun."
"That's not cool dude." she pouts and looks back at her two path choices.
"Not cool huh?" soul scratches his head and walks ahead of her. He stops and turns on his heel. "Now which way do you go left?" he tilts his head left. "Or right?" he tilts his head right.
"They both look the same..." maka looks left and then right still not seeing any differences.
"Well your going to suck ass against this maze then." he chuckles darkly.
"...ok smart ass which way would you go?" She looks at him with her arms crossed.
"Me?" Soul looks at her a moment then looks away and crosses his arms. "I wouldn't go any way. Maze's are so not cool."
"Don't go stealing my words and if that's all the help your going to be you can just leave." she rolls her eyes.
"You know what your problem is?' Soul points a finger a Maka. "You take to many things for granted you spoiled brat! Take this labyrinth even if you get to the center you'll never get out again, so why even bother? You lose either way don't you see?"
"That's your opinion." Maka walks a little more to the right staring straight a head determinably.
" well it's a lot better then yours." he glares at the back of her head. She turns on her heel to return the glare. "Thanks for nothing grand pa."
"It's soul! And don't say I didn't warn you." he growls then leaves the maze in a huff.
Who does this girl think she is? He kicks the sand in frustration. She's the one who isn' cool... he rubs his temple.
"I could really use some jazz music..." he walks to where what's left of his record play is... "oh...that's right, I kinda went crazy and smashed it into pieces." Soul rubs the back of his head as a crazed grin comes upon his face. "Oh well it was fun to smash it to bits...it's always fun to smash things...I wonder how fun it would be to smash that Maka girl?" he laughs madly throwing his head back...oh the irony...you should be very afraid of me girl... Smashing her to pieces will be fun, very fun indeed.
Soooo chapter four let me know if you want this to continue or to end, if you liked it or if you didn't. And if you have any idea's let me know as well. Until next time:)
