SOUL'S POV
"Hey! What gives," Soul shouted as he tackled the red-haired visitor to the ground after kicking the door closed behind him.
The man waved his arms, pushing away from the attacker who effortlessly pushed the man down and pinned his arms down while a single hand covered his mouth. His legs flailed uselessly and his efforts to escape were little to negative as Soul's surprisingly heavy body kept the grown man to the carpeted floor.
Struggling to hold the Death Scythe down, he muffled the man's protests with his sweaty palms. Glaring at the man with hatred in his crimson eyes, Soul growled out angrily, "what are you here for? I won't let Maka put up with any of your bullshit today, so you're going to have to go through me to get past that door…"
Spirit's nose wrinkled and he jerked his head side-to-side in order for a moment to speak. Failing, Soul continued in a low, defensive tone, "I'm not going to accept apologies, Mr. Albarn; but I have full right to accuse you of physical abuse- touch Maka again, I'll see it that you face court and listen to what they have to say about you. Hurting your daughter because you were drunk, and trying to be macho in front of a few hookers is not and never will be enough of an excuse. Spirit, she came to me when she needed someone- if she wanted to confront you, she would've done it already. She isn't ready for you, and until she is, I suggest you leave and hope that after all this is fixed, that she'll find a good-enough reason to forgive you."
Gritting his teeth, he got off Maka's father and offered a hand to him.
Spirit took it without so much as a grunt, and after a few seconds had passed, the father was on his feet with a dejected face and shining tears rimmed his eyes.
"Maka isn't in the greatest condition; don't expect her to run back to you so easily," Soul murmured as he thought back to the cuts on her pelvis and stomach- the old, white scars that matched his on his very own thighs.
Looking the man up and down, Soul asked in a whisper, "did it make you feel better, hurting your own daughter? Do you feel like a man when you bring in, woman after woman; how can you live with yourself, abusing your own perfect child as if it was nothing to you? Don't you realize she loved you, Spirit? From all the stories she's shared, I would've taken you as a more lovable parent that whatever the hell you are now…"
Soul glared at the man who was now facing the opposite way, his posture slumped in a pitiful fashion. His coat was askew and his dull, red hair shadowed his soft facial features.
"Soul Eater… I couldn't have asked for a better weapon to protect my baby…"
Gaping in surprise, Soul watched as the man exited the corridor in silence.
Maka has one weird creep of a dad, that's for sure… and that was thoughtful of him to give the compliment, but the prick needs to learn to stop acting on impulse and think of how his actions could affect his family and loved ones…
Pulling his hands out of his coat pockets, he looked at his tan palms while he wrinkled his forehead in confusion.
He was fully capable of fighting for himself; so why did he just give in and listen to me? I'm not that strong…
Realizing he had threatened Maka's father, he felt a pinprick of guilt in his stomach. Did he do the right thing? Should he have threatened Spirit like that?
He was going to confront Maka and if it didn't have a good outcome, Maka could've gotten hurt while I wasn't there to protect her. I- I'm pretty sure I did the right thing…
Frowning, he looked back to their apartment door with worry written on his face before he turned around and followed Spirit out to the parking lot.
What could've happened between father and daughter after such an event? Would Maka forgive him or fight with her father? Would she speak at all? Would she kick him out? Would Spirit hit her if she refused to accept the apology? Would chaos happen at all, or would they sit in mutual silence, searching for words to say between the two?
Well, it's none of my business, that's for sure…
After he made his way to his newly bought, 2002 emerald green jeep, Soul crawled into the leathery seats before sitting in the overwhelming silence that brought chills amongst his spine.
The dark clouds above cast darkness into the car and the boy fell into deep thought. Mesmerized by the little rain droplets on the clear windshield, he began to count them, thinking about his Meister.
Why did she come to me rather than Tsubaki or Chrona? What difference am I to her than any of her other friends? I may be her weapon, but what was it that made her trust me more than the others? How could she? After the confrontation with Blair, and after I made the act of leaving her as a distraction for the woman, how could Maka possibly trust me as a friend? What is it about me that's different?!
Biting his tongue, he contemplated on this thought before he stuck his key into the engine, started up the car and pulled away from the curb, starting his way to the store.
Wheeling the squeaky cart through the isles, Soul came across his last item on the list.
Pursing his lips, Soul eyed the shelves warily as he looked for the pads that Maka had asked for.
Tampons, liners, condoms-SINCE WHEN WERE CONDOMS IN THIS ISLE?! Why are there brands for these things? Keep it cool, Soul… Stay cool, man… Freaking out over shit like this won't help…
"Need help looking for anything, sir? If you're looking for Magnums, I'm sorry to say we're out," a voice sounded from behind Soul.
Responding a little too loudly, Soul stuttered, "n-no…I-I'm fine! Just er-erm… s-shopping for a friend…"
"Hmm… lucky friend," the grocery clerk winked at Soul in a flirty way before walking off, swaying his hips.
Frowning, disgusted that he was just hit on by a homosexual, grown man, he hurried farther down the isle and picked the nearest package of pads before wheeling his cart to the cashiers with magenta tinting his embarrassed face.
What the hell just happened to me…?
Driving back with the groceries, Soul had to focus on the road more carefully as a heavy downpour fell onto the scrap metal, The wipers worked at their fastest and when Soul had pulled back into his parking space, he got out of the car and brought the groceries with him, evacuating from the bitter, icy rain that brought needles down onto his neck and exposed face.
By the time that he had gotten under the shelter of the roof, he had been almost completely drenched from the rainwater. The sidewalks were beginning to flood with the nearly freezing currents that pulled at pedestrians who dared walk the streets while traffic crowded the roads and intersections.
Will this rain ever END, Soul thought as he made his way to his home.
Opening the door with his free hand, Soul sighed as the warmth from the room spread across his face.
Pulling off his shoes at the entrance, he closed the door with his rear before setting the plastic grocery bags onto the granite counter top.
Groaning from the short, but dramatic errand, he unbuttoned his jacket and tore off his shirt as he continued to his room, switching out his cold, sopping clothes into dry, warm ones.
Switching out his pants, he pulled on some red, black and white plaid pajama pants before adding a maroon hoodie. Relieved he was home and comfortable, he took the towel that he used to dry himself off with the night before and did it again, rubbing out the water from the hair that was plastered to his head.
After tossing the towel back onto his bed, he searched the house for Maka, finding her in her room, taking notes from an unbelievably huge textbook.
Going back to the kitchen counter, he unloaded the grocery bags, setting the meat in the fridge, leaving the spices on the countertop and delivered the pads to the bathroom.
After all that had been said and done, Soul took out a bowl from the wooden cabinet and thought,
I hope this sets her in a better mood; it's not every day I bring in surprises like this for her…
Getting out the ice cream scooper from the drawer underneath the counter, he scooped out two round spheres of ice cream into the glass dish before adding a spoon.
Putting the tub into the freezer and setting the scooper into the chrome sink, he took the bowl and knocked on Maka's door. Receiving a quiet, "yeah," Soul entered the room, eyeing Maka as she scribbled words onto a sheet of paper. She had gone through four pages it seemed, for her desk was covered in her notes. Her lamp sat a few inches from her workspace, and her attention was focused on the tome before her.
"I come bearing gifts," Soul said in a goofy voice as he offered the bowl to Maka with a warm smile on his lips.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
I had fun with this chapter. ;D
I hope you guys liked it! Give me opinions! GIMME!
No flaming either. I haven't seen any, but please, no. We as fans don't need to see that.
Thanks.
I'm trying to keep them in character as much as humanly possible... but if I end up making them OC, I'm sorry...
Disclaimer:
Soul Eater and any of the songs mentioned in this fic belong to their rightful owners. None of it belongs to me except for the plot!
