Hello, yah I know I haven't been on in forever and a half, but seriously guys this had been awful I got two reviews when this chapter came out. I know I am greedy but I want more reviews, even a stupid smiley face makes my day. Now, I really have to thank the three reviews from the guest, I have no idea if it is one person or three separate entities but you guys made me want to write this chapter for you. Now seriously dudes reviews are love, and right now, I am getting minimal love.
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I sighed with satisfaction as I stretched my arms above me, never again would I under appreciate jeans. There would be no more showing my ass, flash my painfully boring underwear, and no more of this master business; at last the nightmare was over. Staring at the wall clock, I noticed that we had nearly four more hours of school. My eyes scanned the halls for a familiar face; finally, I found the hyperactive ninja and his over caring weapon.
"Hey Tsubaki," I shouted as I pushed my way through a group of rude N.O.T kids; really what makes them think they are so awesome, those weak punks scoffing at me.
"Oh, hello Maka," Tsubaki smiled as I approached.
"I just wanted to let you know that I am heading home," I said with a small smile. Concern quickly spread across her features.
"Is everything alright?" Tsubaki asked softly.
"Yah, I'm not feeling the greatest. So I am going to head home and sleep." I gave her a convincing smile or so I hoped.
"Well alright, I will get notes from Ox for you."
"Thanks," I said sighing with relief at least I wouldn't fall behind. "See you tomorrow."
Giving her one more reassuring smile, I turned a corner and strode down the hall, taking all the back routes and avoiding my next class like the plague. I needed some time to think about the stupid albino, if I talked to him right now, I would beat the shit out of him or I would cry. While beating him to a bloody pulp sounded appealing, I knew it would do nothing to solve the problem at hand. Right now, I needed to clear my mind and stay away from distracting asshole males.
Once I reached the entrance I sighed with relief, I had no idea how uncomfortable I had felt in those cramped halls. I ran down the stairs, feeling my heart lift with every step, it was a burst of adrenaline knowing at any moment I could fall down the endless stairs and the calm assurance that my muscles wouldn't let me down. When I reached the bottom I let out a humorless laugh, Soul would never have been able to keep up, it gave me a satisfaction that there were something's that I didn't need him for, that I could indeed live without him.
I strolled down the familiar streets, tonelessly humming, after a while I decided that I really had to face the problem; what was I going to do about Soul? Immediately the weight of what happened really hit me, why did guys cheat, why did they do this? Wasn't one female good enough? Was kissing everyone the same to them? I bit my lip, ok so maybe I wasn't a sex goddess but I had kissed someone before Soul and it hadn't be the same, not at all, it didn't have the heat, electricity, heart-pounding need to pull them close. In fact, the last time I had kissed someone it had ended in gagging and a lot of spit; I cringed at the thought, had Soul felt nothing?
Throwing my arms up in disgust, I had to pull myself together, wasting my time on kissing memories would get me nowhere, what was I going to do about Soul, dammit.
I had reached the park, slumping down in an empty swing set I began to pump my legs; ok I had to think about this systematically. Just pretend it is a homework problem, my inner nerd suggested. Alright, a girl really likes a boy; he had made an effort to get girls attention. She begins to give the boy attention, he quickly responds with kisses, compliments, and gestures of possessiveness; when the girl begins to think that they could be something he kisses someone else. What do you tell the girl to do?
Hell, that was easy ignore the fucking idiot, he doesn't deserve the girl, and she had opened her shielded heart, let that terrible slug worm his way in, and leave a gaping bloody mess in his wake. The answer was simple, squish him; show him what happens when he destroys something that wasn't his to break.
I sighed, alright so maybe I was a little vindictive at this point; time to take a few deep breaths. I began to pump my legs harder, relishing the simplicity of sitting in a park, imaging that the world was frozen and nothing could hurt me. Giving a final chain rattling pump, I launched from the swing landing with a practiced grace. I watched the swing erratically sway, rattle, and shake, once it had calmed to its initial state I left the deserted park, heading anywhere but home, knowing Tsubaki she wouldn't be able to keep this from Soul. Maybe I should have told Liz, I thought, oh well.
Ok so we know what my initial assault will be, Maka-Chops, this made me grin. The evil smile quickly left my face when I thought of what I was going to do when I saw the idiot, would I shout or whisper, cry or yell, or maybe just say nothing at all. I felt my heart clench, I know this is stupid, but he was the one guy I decided to trust and he does this. Suddenly the sickening image of him drunk, stumbling, and slurring his words as a crowd of women held his weight, an exact replica of my father. God I felt the need to vomit. Ok so thinking was getting me nowhere, turning the corner I began heading home.
"WHERE, THE HELL, WERE YOU," Soul roared as I entered the house kicking my shoes in the corner, all my initial queasiness extinguished.
"NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS," I yelled back knowing that this shouting match was childish and stupid but he yelled first, dammit. I pushed past him and entered my room slamming the door behind me, yes I was acting like an angsty teenager, however I reserve the right to act a like a teenager until I turn 21. I locked my door and flopped on my bed with a sigh; I should have just come home first and locked Soul out for the night. Oh well, he would have probably beaten me home on the motorcycle.
"Maka," Soul spoke with that barely contained pissed voice. "Open the door before, I open it myself," I heard the knob rattle, and the old door creak under the pressure. Soul was strong but I doubt he would be able to kick down my door. I made my way to the door to reply.
"Go to hell," I said filling each word with venom.
Making my way back to bed, I began to brood, scanning my room I began looking for my biggest, heaviest book in my arsenal, my search was interrupted when Soul's scythe arm tore through the wood like paper. What the fuck, did he not understand the meaning of go to hell. I watched with a calm expression, watching pieces of my door litter the room watching him hack through the wood. I grinned as an evil thought ran through my head.
"How pathetic Evans, Kid and BlackStar would have had that door done five minutes ago," I drawled at the enraged weapon. I picked up my dictionary, this would have to do, I thought with a smile.
With a final smash, Soul waltzed into my room; a tight scowl had replaced his previously pissed expression. Good let him feel like shit, he deserved it.
He was soon in my space, I felt the need to smash the dictionary into his fathead, "Get out of my face Evans," I said trying to step around. A blade quickly blocked my path, this was the first time he had implied that he would use force against me. I raised an eyebrow, and felt a wicked grin play across my features. Weapons and meisters didn't typically fight due to the huge skill difference, not to imply that weapons were helpless but meisters had the bodies to fight, ready to take the extra damage.
"You really want to do this," I finally made contact with the albino.
"Talk to me," he demanded, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Like I said, 'Go to hell'," smacking his blade with the dictionary I made my way to the front room. I know Soul was close behind but I didn't care. Making my way to the door, I began to pull on my previously discarded boots. This was a dumb idea to come home. I would spend the night at Liz's and if that doesn't work, there was always my father. He kept clothes there. I reached for my other boot when a pale hand shot ahead a grabbed it before I could.
I couldn't help it my jaw dropped; really, we were doing this? God when did we become five?
"Give me my shoe," I growled as I tried to snatch it out of his hand. He quickly pulled away, I watched his grim expression, well at least he wasn't laughing.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He scowled at me. "First you ditch school, go missing for hours, act like the bitch from hell, and now your leaving?"
"You're so fucking stupid," I ground out as I prepared to lunge for my boot. God, this was so stupid, if I didn't get my boot soon I would, fucking leave without it.
"I'm stupid," Soul, laughed that just shot my mood through the roof. "I don't even know what is going on. You have been acting insane all day. You were fine when I was kissing you but then you went ape shit, you nearly made us the laughing stock of our class. What kind of level three meister and death scythe can't resonate? I could resonate with BlackStar in my sleep, and his soul is fucking insane. I could even resonate with Kid and I'm not even symmetrical, and you're telling me that something is wrong with me."
While Soul monolouged, I had made my way closer to him, ready to pounce for the boot. I would have one shot and if I weren't careful, he would destroy my boot. I didn't owe Soul anything; he was the lying cheating pig.
"Shut up, Evans," I growled watching and waiting for my chance, waiting for an opening.
"That's another thing, why the hell are you calling me that?" He growled he was practically baring his teeth like a dog. He was watching me with an intensity that almost made me back down, almost. There was no way that my weapon would bully me into anything, I was the leader, I was that one making the calls. He was the support, what right did he have to question me.
"It's your name isn't it?" I sneered at the glowering weapon. A growl actually came out of his throat, which made me forget my train of thought, first we are acting like pathetic teenagers, then five year olds stealing each other shoes, and now we were impersonating animals. God we were so weird.
A staring match ensued, Crimson on Emerald, eventually I sighed. I was exhausted, "Give me my shoe."
"No."
"Fine," I pulled my boot off and chucked it at his stupid face. I ran to my room pulling the remains of my door closed. I pulled on a loose pair of running shoes; I would be more agile in these. I heard Soul pull at the destroyed door; I pushed open my window and launched myself from the window. I wiped a singular tear from my eye, turns out that I would cry.
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