Oh my god it's been like, super long. 'M sorry. :) For anyone reading this, I had like one two weeks without wifi meaning I had nothing to do but listen to songs I'd downloaded, read a fanfiction I'd downloaded, play solitaire and mahjong on my laptop. Got pretty boring pretty quick. So I mean, I started like, 3 other fanfictions. One Voltron, one BMC and a Hamilton one.
All chat fics.
Honestly I start too many things. I mean I also wrote like 5 chapters for this thing but like. I wasn't sure whether to post it but that shit took so long to write I'm going to but at two week intervals because I am so unmotivated. I think that's quite obvious the way I said I would post this around 2 or 3 months ago and... Then... Didn't. Heads up I am totally failing my GCSE's I can't find the motivation to do anything school related so yeah. Fuck GCSE's. They suck and I hate them. Anyway yeah if you're still reading I'm kinda wondering why you are. Thanks. Anyway I'm gonna go. Merry Christmas or something. Also I did not check over this I can't stress enough how unmotivated I am. If there are any mistakes my fault entirely. Bye.
Right I forgot. Remember how I got hit by a car? Well that's another reason why I didn't post the chapter when I promised. It's complicated but I had a few problems because of that and it didn't really get sorted until mid-May/beginning of June so... Yeah.
When Maka woke up, she was in a cream coloured room. She was lying on a bed, wrapped in pristine white sheets. She could tell her hair was loose and if she shifted her head to the side she could see that a curtain was wrapped around her area, to give her some privacy, maybe. She could remember everything. She could remember not knowing how to channel her emotions, not knowing how to respond to the bright blue boy who seemed to harbour the same insecurities she did.
If she was accused, she was going to blame the entire thing on Black*Star. She felt no desire to take claim of her wrongdoings unless forced to, she still had her pride somewhat intact. Maka's thoughts faltered as she glanced down at her sides, carefully pulling up the austere t-shirt that had replaced her familiar pull-over. Unblemished bandages were wrapped around the girl's torso in a prestigious manner. The memories she had recollected told her that she had been on the receiving end of a wooden chair being flung in her direction. A boastful smile adorned her face as she remembered snapping out her legs, causing Black*Star to lose his balance and fall into Marie who then restrained him. The wound itself wasn't too concerning, just one that she'd reopened. A disquieting noise gained her attention and she watched as her curtain was slowly pulled and Black*Star peered round the edge.
"Sorry Maka."
The words sounded mildly slurred and practiced. They were probably forced out of him. The most likely suspect was Marie and sure enough, the blonde haired perky therapist popped her pretty little head over Black*Stars. She smiled reassuringly at Maka and brought her meticulously manicured hand to rest on Black*Star's shoulder. Disappearing again, the two teenagers were left alone. "We're in the 'Infirmary'. Everyone else is at dinner. I woke up this afternoon because I'm cooler than you. My arm was cut but it's fine now. Gods are supposed to be immune to pain though. Here have a chocolate bar. I took it from Marie's stash."
Black*Star tossed the bar of chocolate over to Maka. It was his half-hearted attempt at an apology. As a God he had more important matters to see too but being forced to think over his actions had caused him enough pain for the time being.
All Maka did with the chocolate was hide it under her pillow. She was in no mood to eat let alone talk. Being stuck with one of the noisiest patients was certainly irritating, seeing as anyone else would have left her be by now. Scowling she slithered beneath her white covers, annoyance increasing every minute. She was tempted to poke out her hand and stick the middle finger in the direction of the camera but she figured they'd call her out on disciplinary issues. The sound of the door being opened emitted a loud and obvious groan from the pigtailed girl, still bent on hiding.
Soul wandered into the room, his hair held back by a headband. Tsubaki followed, a lot more nervous than he was. She glanced up only occasionally, not daring to keep eye contact with anything for longer than a few mere seconds. Azusa wanted them to be released and taken to the safe room and previously Kid had been the one who'd volunteered to go but sadly the infirmary's symmetry had stopped him from ever stepping foot in the horrid room. More so after his failure of a therapy lesson.
Maka made sure to keep the crisp white covers over her head as the two approached. Black*Star yelped and jumped onto Maka's bed, causing the girl to hiss and withdraw her legs, a haughty expression on his face. "You two have come late! How dare you disappoint the mighty Black*Star. I was left with this non-believer for hours. But you've finally come loony loony Soul."
Black*Star cackled at his little inside joke that Maka nor Tsubaki or even Soul actually understood. Not wanting to be bothered for any longer Maka kicked out her legs. Black*Star promptly lost his balance, having to hold onto Tsubaki's arm which she'd flung out to stop the boy falling.
Although she herself couldn't see it Maka guessed Maria had peered round the curtain again which was why there was a prolonged silence after the incident.
"Azusa wanted us to go to the safe room until we were escorted to our rooms. There's also food waiting she said. We've eaten already so it'll be just for you two." Maka wanted to know what the safe room was but decided to just wait her stay out in the infirmary.
Or she tried to but after a minute of unresponsiveness Black*Star took it upon himself to jump back atop of Maka's sheets, yelling the most ludicrous things. Reeling back half in pain, half in shock Maka had half a mind to call Marie, who she knew was listening. Instead, she let her irrational side throw the covers forward, snarling as she cried "What! Do you lot want! From! Me?" With each phrase she added kick to Black*Star succeeding in pushing him off her bed. She could hear the rustles of a magazine and knew Marie was attentively listening.
Tsubaki took a flurry of steps forward to help Black*Star up before darting her eyes to the floor. "P-please don't y-y-yell at him. He's o-only-only trying to help-p you." Her long black hair swished behind her.
"Maybe he shouldn't try then." Maka spat, grabbing the band that sat on the dresser and flinging her hair up into a single ponytail. She groaned as she sat down on her bed. Everything in the room was white, including her new outfit and the single hair band she'd been gifted. Soul disappeared, his voice hushed as he spoke to Marie. Oh yes, tell the teacher that Maka's being a delinquent. Exaggerate the details to get her into trouble. Perfect Maka with her perfect grades and her perfect record yelled at me miss. Perfect Maka with her perfect grades and her perfect record threatened me miss. Perfect, perfect, perfect- Maka felt her eyes sting a little and scowled as she brought up her arms to wipe at her tears. The material of the shirt was very soft she noticed subconsciously.
As Maria was asking Azusa if it was okay for the young blonde to stay in the infirmary and eat, Maka stood up and declared loudly that she'd go. Reaching for the white socks and slippers that completed her already white outfit, Maka noticed her red pull over in a neat pile with the rest of her clothes. She pulled it on and shuffled to the door, clearly impatient. "I thought we had to go to some safe room? Or was it all a joke?" Marie hurriedly put the phone down to Azusa an grabbed a set of keys of the desk she was next to. Black*Star jumped up screeching 'yahoo' as he did, Maka narrowing her eyes at the blue haired boy. She really wanted to punch him but supposed if she did there would be some kind of consequence. Tsubaki sighed, a little relieved at the lack of conflict there'd been. She followed the group, grinning a little and bouncing along with Black*Star. Soul kept the back, muttering to himself. Maka shook her head and carried on forward, careful not to fall behind.