So, here is chapter 7…
I don't own Soul Eater
"Soul! Soul! Wake-up!" Maka screamed, in a frenzy to find anything to keep them warm- candles, blankets and sweaters.
"What is it?" he asked, stumbling out of his room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"We're snowed in" Maka pointed out the window.
"Shit"
"We need to stay warm, all the power is out" She said, looking around for a match to light the wood stove in the corner of the room.
"Just go back to bed, the covers are warm, once you warm them up" he said, tired and walking back to his room.
"Can you at least help me start a fire?" He turned around
"Do you have a match?"
"Ya, here" she threw him the box that she just found in the cupboard.
"Watch and learn" he said smugly, catching the matches and approaching the stove. He threw in some newspaper, covered it with logs, struck the match and threw it in. Immediately, the flames grasped the wood and paper surrounding it, engulfing them in heat, and lighting the room. Maka crawled onto the couch, and covered herself up with a blanket.
"This is really not cool" Soul said, doing the same thing.
"I thought you were going to bed?" Maka questioned
"Ya, but know we have a cheery fire, I might as well stay up a bit" Soul said, Maka sighed, her head lazily falling on his shoulder.
"What's up?" Soul asked
"I'm going to miss this" Maka sighed. Ya me too he thought
"Oh! That reminds me!" She threw off the covers, and ran into her cold room. She emerged with a wrapped gift. She handed it to Soul.
"What's this?" he asked
"I don't know, open it" She said playfully. He ripped open the carefully wrapped package.
"Seriously?! A cookbook" He said, flipping through the pages.
"I want you to cook something, without burning it… it's part of my bucket list" Maka said, sternly
"If this is your way of mocking me, you shall not have you laugh!" He said (I think he was trying to imitate the way Maka spoke… Some days)
"Oh please!" She said, re-wrapping herself with the blanket. Soon enough, the two were asleep again; Soul was drooling, his head hanging of the arm rest. Maka was curled up on the other corner.
Morning came, ant they ate a granola bar, considering that was the only thing they had. The roof was now covered, and any chance of calling for help was lost. The day went by slowly with barely anything to do. Maka wrote some poetry, and Soul was carving something out of wood. Eventually they got bored… So they tried to invent a card game, but that didn't really go over to well.
"NO! that defeats the purpose" She yelled
"Well not really…"
"Grrrr…. MAKA CHOP!" The rest of the day was spent doing… nothing, or next to nothing. Soul looked over his new book, while Maka read one of hers. Later in the evening, Soul woke up (Sleeping was also one of their options of things to do), and heard some voices.
"Oi, Maka" he said, shaking her awake.
"What?"
"I think someone is out there". Soul and Maka started yelling, to make sure, if someone really was out there. A few minutes passed, and eventually the door creaked open, and Justin Law walked in (Okay seriously Justin!? Are you some sort of stalker?!)
"Justin?!" They said in unison.
"Like I said before, this is my area… now, get your things, and let's get you out of here". They hurried to grab their things, and ran outside to meet Justin. His snowmobile had a back sled, where they piled their things, and took a seat. It was quite cozy- sitting shoulder to shoulder did prove to very warm, considering they were only in their pajama's.
The left side of the hotel was engulfed in snow, the rescue crew set up a makeshift infirmary in the lobby, because some people got injured by broken glass or other things. When Soul and Maka walked in, the rest of the gang found them immediately. Blackstar had some cuts on his face from a broken window in their room. Kid got a bruise on his leg, and begged Liz to punch him on the other side in the exact same spot, to make in symmetrical (of course). Maka checked her phone,
"Soul! Our plane leaves in two hours! How are we going to get out of here?" she said, sliding down the wall, and landing on the floor.
"Justin! Can you drive us to the main road? We have a plane to catch!" Soul said, calling the Suisse cab company.
They said their farewells to the others, who were staying for a few more days. Soul and Maka jumped into the snowmobile's back sleigh. Comfy and cozy…
