MAJOR DISCLAIMER: i do not own Soul Eater or any of the characters. if i did, lets just say there would be alot of random flying cheese hitting Soul in the face by now. :P
CHAPTER 4
Maka Chops, Wafers, and Broken Doors
Soul sat on the piano bench and pushed some random keys. Maka stood in the doorway.
"Can you play?" Maka asked curiosity filled her eyes.
"I guess you could say that…" Soul trailed off. Maka smiled and walked over to him.
"Let me hear?" She begged. Soul shook his head 'no'. She got on her knees and begged even more, "Please Soul? I wont bug you any more."
"Okay, okay. Hang on a sec will ya?" he positioned his fingers over the keys, and took a breath.
As he started playing, Maka took a seat next to him and watched his fingers move. The song was unlike ANYTHING Maka has ever heard. It was dark and scary song that would creep any little kid out… at least that's what Soul's been told. Key after key on the piano, Soul finished off with a little addition of his own liking… random keys. Maka clapped and Soul turned to her.
"So…" Soul started but couldn't find the right words to say.
"That was great Soul! Why didn't you tell me you could play?" Maka asked.
"Well, I assumed you would know." He got a weird stare from Maka, "Uh, b-because I come from a family of musicians." He shrugged, and closed the cover. He got up and started towards the door. Maka followed. Soul opened the door and holding a hand out to let her go first.
As Soul stepped out of the music room, the doorbell rang and, startled both Soul and Maka.
"I wonder who that could be?" Soul glanced at the clock on the wall and opened the door. Maka went into the kitchen to get some water and her phone from the table. When Soul opened the door he was almost trampled by a man in a black suit screaming, "MAKA! PAPAS HERE TO TAKE YOU HOME!" He ran into the house and looked at the, now crushed Soul under the door. "Huh, did I do that?" The man asked himself.
"Soul got up and put his hands on his knees, "Holy-… crud. W-who the heck is the phsycomaniac?" Maka sweat dropped.
"Hi papa," She sighed depressingly. Sprit hugged Maka so tight it might have broken a rid or two.
"DON'T KILL HER YOU HEARTLESS B-," he didn't get to finish, before Maka's shoe contacted with his face.
"Papa, Let me go! I… CANT… BREATH!" Maka said as loud as she could. Sprit put her down and glared at Soul.
"Why are you here early, old man?" Soul snapped, being held back by Maka.
""I wanted to make sure my little angel was alright!" he screamed tears falling down his face.
"I'm fine." Maka growled.
"Did he touch you? DID SOUL TOUCH YOU!" He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her back and fourth crazily.
"Now, hold on a minute. Why would I touch a flat-," Soul started.
"MAKA CHOP!" A large dictionary connected with his skull…again.
"S-so, he didn't touch you?" Sprit reassured.
"NO!" Maka Yelled.
"AGAIN WITH THE BOOKS? WHERE DO YOU KEEP GETTING THEM!" Soul asked on the floor.
"well… I have to run! BYE!" and with that he ran out the door.
"Yea, going to a bar, more or less." Maka mumbled. Soul stood up.
"Why did you hit me?" he demanded to know instantly. Maka glared at his with eyes like daggers. Soul shrunk alittle and laughed nerviously.
"Because im NOT flat chested. Just under grown! And because I felt like it!" Maka yelled and walked to the kitchen table.
"I don't want you as an enemy do I?" Soul asked covering his head for another Maka chop. But instead, she answered normally.
"No, you don't." Maka replied putting a book down on the table.
"I was wondering, where do you KEEP getting the books from?" Soul asked curiously.
"I… don't know. Really I don't." she studied her hands, while Soul stood there and blinked, shocked and confused.
"MAKA CHOP!" Maka yelled hitting him with a picture book.
"What was that for!" Soul yelled again.
"I wanted to see where they kept coming from." She helped him up and they started to pick the front door up from the floor.
"Your father sure knows how to make an entrance."
"Yeah." As they got the door back up, Soul realized some thing. Maka was still there.
"Uh, Maka?" Soul rasied an eyebrow, "Uh, wasn't your dad suppost to pick you up. Not leave you here with me?" He pointed at himself. She rolled her eyes and cursed under her breath at her papa.
"At least you wont kill yourself, trying to make dinner, now." She shrugged. Soul smiled and went into the living room. He plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV.
"MAKA! GET ME SOME WAFERS!" He shouted from his comfortable position on the couch.
"You get 'em!" He heard Maka yell from the table.
"YOUR CLOSER!" he whined.
"FINE!" Maka walked out of the kitchen and up to Soul. She threw the box of wafers at his head.
"WTF was that for?" He cussed.
"THERES YOUR STUPID WAFERS!" She gasped, "Ooohhh you cussed!"
"Thank you!" Soul shouted.
A/N As you can tell... Soul likes Wafers! he like them in my other story too. for this chapter most of the credit goes to Stormy Shadows of Awesome. she wrote most of it durring her TA period. THANK YOU FOR MAKING SPRIT CRAZY! its fun to write about him... um, dont know what to say next so... read and review. REMEMBER: The more reviews the faster the updates, just not this sunday or monday, my dads coming home from taxas! until next chapter
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