A/N: Well my parents took my computer away this week. Thanks a lot guys.
Anyways, I'll try to update as fast as possible with my schedule, which, could maybe make it updated like once every year? So, here's chapter 7. Short and sweet. Just like this A/N.
"I didn't expect that guy to have been stalking you, it was like a mystery story. " Soul said with slight enthusiasm, the stories of her past were becoming more and more interesting. But he wouldn't admit that.
Maka checked her watch, "Holy Shit! I didn't expect it to be this late already! We have to go!" she said standing up and bustling around, Maka had meant to keep her cool demeanor in order to make him intimidated, but she obviously wasn't doing a good job.
"Aren't you going to tell me the rest?" Soul asked with a coy smile.
"No. Some other time," she kneeled down behind the chair untying the ropes. Before she let go of the rope she said, "I'll go against my motives and trust you. Please dont run away. I need you." she said this calmly but on the inside she was burning with embarrassment; how could she say something so strange?
"You can trust me." he grumbled, sitting up a bit.
She released the rope, "Lets go." Maka stood up and grabbed a black bag off of the wooden counter.
She opened the door and turned expectantly for Soul, who, could hardly stand up from days without food and water, he rubbed his raw wrists. "What?" he growled.
"Come on, we've got places to go. "
Before Maka could do anything, Soul shot out of the open door at sight of freedom. he didn't even think of what Maka had said.
Maka turned to watch him, running off in the distance. She sighed and reached for a small pistol she kept in her belt loop. "Fool." she scoffed as she aimed at his arm and shot.
Almost immediately he fell to the ground. Maka padded over to where he was and loomed over him. "Now that that's settled..." she said looking at him with a serious expression. "I only shot you in the arm so you'll be fine."
Soul sat up holding his arm, which was leaking blood at an astoundingly fast rate. "You shot me you bitch!" he grumbled.
Maka raised an eyebrow, "Mr. Evans," Soul flinched at his name and locked eyes with her. "I thought I had made this point clear before, I don't like being fucked with." she kneeled down to his level and patted his spiky hair lightly smiling. Immediately she stood up again and returned to her serious expression, "Now get in the fucking car, we're running late."
A/N: Ugh sucky chapter sucks. But you know, you get what you get and you don't get upset ^^ I accept ideas and all kinds of stuff. Please give me feedback I kinda need it. A lot.
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