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I was hovering on the edge of consciousness, keeping my eyes closed and moving my pillow until it was at a more comfortable position. Go back to sleep….
"MAKA!"
It's just my stupid father….I was throwing my stuffed bunny at his face while he laughed. We're both so happy…
"YOUR PAPA IS HERE!"
I'm wearing a dress. When was the last time I had that thing on? It's falls to my knees, plastered with pink flowers, and I'm beaming, holding my arms up to ask for a piggyback ride….
"WAKEY-WAKEY!"
He's leaning down to grab me….I reach my little hands out eagerly…..
"RISE AND SHINE!"
He finally picks me up and—
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
My papa's face was right in mine, and I screamed instinctively.
He looked hurt as I sat up, hugging a pillow to my chest and glaring at him. "What are you doing here?"
"But Maka," he whined, "it's Father-Daughter Sunday!"
Oh, right, I thought moodily. He insisted on "quality bonding time" every week…although I've managed to ward him off to every other week (usually through excuses like work or studying).
"You could have called first, or waited until afternoon, jeez…"
I peeked at the clock just as he exclaimed, "It's already twelve!"
My blankets were kicked off and I muttered, "I'm busy today, so…"
"No, Maka, I am worried about you."
"Don't be." I hopped out of bed. "I'm going to take a shower."
His voice, cold and low, stopped me in my tracks. "That boy you hang out with is trouble."
"Um, I don't know who you're talking about," I lied quickly.
"He took you to a bar, Maka! He made you read weird books!"
"Soul didn't make me do those things! Well, ok, he did take me to a bar, but it wasn't to drink," I feebly explained, fully knowing how weak my argument sounded.
"Then why were you there?"
"I…we were….he knows the someone who works there and…."
"He is a bad influence. I don't want you to—"
"Papa! I'm fine!" I clenched my fist, anger, mixed with something unidentifiable, bubbling up in my gut. "Leave me alone."
"You may see this as fine, but it's not. He only wants to have his way with you. You're a smart girl, but boys have their tricks."
I blushed. "You must have a book of tricks. Don't you? The way women are always all over you."
He flinched. "It's hard to understand adults' choices—"
"I understand that you cheated on mama. What else is there to understand?"
"Maka," he said sadly, "can we please discuss this some other time? Let's just enjoy the movie."
I decided to push away the things I wanted to yell at him, and instead asked, out of genuine curiosity, "What movie?"
He gave me a smug smile. "The Secret World of Arriety. It came out today."
"It did?" I squealed despite myself. "Really?"
This was one of the few things I love to do—watch movies based on books. It's always fascinating to compare and contrast them, and my papa and I use to be regular moviegoers. Even if it was based on a book I read when I was two, I would be front and center when it hit the big screen. The lessons they forced on you, the cheesy lines, the simple, predictable way it's presented….it really didn't matter to me, as long as its roots were in literature.
So I ignored our argument and my rude awakening, and simply showered, put on descent clothes, and greeted my papa, who was sitting in my kitchen gnawing on a muffin as he waited.
"I'm ready. When does it start?"
"Uhhhh," he hummed behind his crammed mouth, pulling a paper out of his pocket. "Um," he swallowed, "One fifteen."
"One—oh no!" I cried. "We're going to miss the beginning!"
"Nod uf ee urry," he put so tactfully after taking another gigantic bite.
"Come on! Stop stuffing your face!" I grabbed my purse and he stopped himself from grabbing more food.
"Wait, Maka!" he practically screamed as I was about to yank the door open.
"What?"
"You haven't eaten breakfast!"
"We don't have time!"
"Breakfast is important!"
"No it's not!"
"Maka! Eat for your poor papa!"
"No, we have to—"
The door swung open, hitting me in the face. I fell back, clutching the sting of pain in my nose.
Soul stood in the doorway, staring at the scene in front of him. I felt the gush of something warm and wet and bolted to the bathroom.
Oh god, I thought, lowering my blood-covered hands. I grabbed some toilet paper to stem the flow, and covered my nose. The problem then was that I needed my currently preoccupied hands to be washed off. The only solution was to ungracefully shove the bits of paper up my nose to keep it from dripping, and turn on some hot water in the sink.
I was grabbing a towel to dry off when the ruckus from outside the room caught my attention. Before I could think about this, much less go and investigate, Soul ran in, slammed the door, and twisted the lock.
"Holy….shit…." he panted. He caught his breath, then turned towards me. And started laughing his head off. "You look ridiculous!"
"Shut up! You hit me with the door!"
He smirked. "Why were you standing so close to it?"
"For your info—"
"Maka!" My papa began to bang on the door. "Is Soul in there with you? Are you two alone in there? Maka!"
"Yeah, we are," I began, pushing Soul away from the door.
"No, bookworm!" Soul hissed, getting in front of me and my escape route.
"I want to watch the movie!" I pouted. "I'm going to miss the whole thing at this rate!"
"Movie?"
"Maka, open the door!" he yelled, almost in hysterics. "Please don't do anything with my Maka, you horrible boy!"
Soul fixed his eyes on me, and growled, "He's trying to kill me!"
"The movie is going to start soon!"
"He grabbed a frying pan…"
"Maka, Makaaaaaaa, we can still make it!"
"…and swung at my head…."
"My tickets will go to waste!"
"….told me to never show my face here again…"
"It's suppose to be really good….Maka just open the door."
"…..threw random objects…"
"Come on, Maka! I'll let your boyfriend leave peacefully!"
"Boyfriend?" Soul said flatly.
"Boyfriend?" I repeated. "He's not my boyfriend!"
A pause. "He's not?"
"No!"
"Well then open the door, I have no reason to kill him now."
I made to do so, and Soul latched onto my wrist. "Don't believe him, he's crazy."
"I promise, Maka, you have your papa's word."
I looked from Soul to the door. "…..but I want to watch the movie."
Soul gave me a dirty look. "Did I mention the frying pan?"
"Yeah but…."
"Frying pan!"
I stepped back, and reluctantly said, "I'll watch the later showing."
"Maka!" my papa wept. "Please d-d-don't do those things!"
My face burned, which only made Soul smirk. "Go away!"
"Maka…my Maka….alone…with h-h-h-him….."
"Oh my god."
"Is he going to be ok?" Soul asked as my papa sobbed obnoxiously.
"We'll just have to wait until he cries himself to sleep or until he has a date. Whichever comes first."
"That's…slightly hypocritical."
"I know," I said, disgusted. Then I sighed. "Sorry, he showed up out of nowhere, and I sort of forgot that you were coming over."
"Obviously."
I sat on the floor, pulling the paper out of my nose and throwing it away. It seemed to have stopped bleeding at least. "What now?"
"I don't know. Is that what you do every weekend?"
"Um sometimes."
"Well," he said thoughtfully, "it isn't boring."
"Someone is losing a bet." I stuck my tongue out at him.
"It isn't boring," he repeated, "but it isn't fun either. More like disturbing."
"I can't stand him."
"No duh. Um," he glanced at me, "I was kinda wondering if you live with him or what. Because he sure as hell wasn't here yesterday."
"Well, it's…complicated. It would take some time to explain."
"We have nothing better to do." He sat down on the floor across from me.
"Ok."
When I was finished, all he said was, "Wow, that really sucks" which made me feel better somehow. Just as I was asking him about his family, he suddenly jumped up.
"I think he's snoring."
We fell silent, and sure enough, my papa was snoring lightly.
I cautiously opened the door and we tiptoed past his sprawled out form.
I grabbed my purse from where I had dropped it and immediately left my apartment, a confused Soul trailing behind.
"What are we going to do?"
"We're going to the movie theatre, of course."
I got on his motorcycle without complaining and we sped away.
XxXxX
"I can't believe you made me watch that crap."
"It was a good movie!"
"It was for four-year-olds," he countered.
I slammed my drink down on the table at the diner we were eating at. "But it's relatable to everyone!"
"I prefer the Saw movies."
I wrinkled my nose. "There's nothing substantial about them. Its just gore."
"Stop using big words, bookworm."
"I didn't!"
"Yes you did."
"Deleterious or grandiloquence are big words!"
"I'm going to pretend you never said that."
"You're hopeless."
"You're just upset because your weekend will never compare to mine."
"I am winning this bet."
"I think you already lost it."
"Will you just shut up and eat?" I exclaimed, frustrated.
"Ha, you can't even win this argument!"
I ignored him and turned to my own food.
Once we were done, he dropped me off at home. Where my papa had apparently been laying in wait.
"Bye," I said, walking away from him. I heard a strangled yell, and when I turned around, Soul was pinned under my papa (who had apparently been hiding in the bushes).
"You can't have my Maka!"
"Get off of him!" I ran over there, trying to grab my insane father and pull him off. It didn't really work until I got completely in the way. And it only worked then because he was afraid that he'd hurt me instead of his target.
Thankfully Soul was ok. I just doubt he was ever going to come near me again.
I yelled at my papa while Soul made his escape. He ended up crying his head off, spouting out awkward things for the whole neighborhood to hear, and eventually I stormed off. I think he left after a while….I made sure to lock my apartment up tight. He wasn't going to get in so easily next time.
