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Silence Isn't Enough Anymore
It was hot out, to say the least. She enjoyed the breeze that went by her sweat clad legs as she stood in the dark, waiting for a sign. She could hear the silent panting of Kid and the slight shift of movement from Black*Star. Her hand was sweaty, but hopefully he couldn't feel it because of her gloves. At a different time, she would have been flustered and nervous. But right now wasn't the time for that.
Previously, Kid had been assigned this mission alone but after much insisting from Stein that Maka was ready for another mission, Lord Death assigned her to go. Feeling left out, Black*Star petitioned the older reaper to be able to go along. Apparently, the wannabe-assassin had been working on his stealth and stopped himself from shouting before an attack. He argued that this mission was stealth based which, indeed, it was.
There was activity in the capital city of Croatia, Zagreb, that wasn't completely natural. The spider queen Arachne's minion Giriko had been spotted by a retired weapon that lived in the area. The trio's job was to spot and follow him to discover his purpose of being in Europe. They weren't ordered to attack, or infiltrate the hide out. Just to discover their purpose and where the location of Arachne was. It was simply a stealth mission.
They stood on the roof tops of the city, shroud in darkness. Originally, Maka had felt she would be out of place on a stealth mission, for it would be her first. She begrudgingly asked Black*Star to train her in basic stealth for a few weeks before they had left. Maka, diligent and hardworking as ever, managed to accomplish stealth by herself, but Soul, in weapon form, had been too clunky for her to sneak with.
Frustrated at her inability to hide with him, she asked if he could attempt being stealthy in human form with the three of them. The three debated the pros and cons of Soul being in human form when they were stalking a dangerous individual. With enough practice, Soul managed to pick up the speed in which he could transform. He was one of the fastest in the academy before, but now, no one could compete with his skill in changing.
Soul was much harder to train, in Black*Star and Tsubaki's opinion. He was unused to physical movement in battle. He was used to using his soul to help with Maka's attack. He was…clumsy at best for a few days. But, like most things, Soul picked up the basics of the technique. After managing to sneak up on Stein and Spirit, they all decided they were ready to head for Europe to start the mission.
So, here they were, the first night of their arrival, standing on a roof top. Maka had been confused at first as to how she would be able to get down quickly if Giriko showed, but Kid explained that he could quickly bring her down if Soul transformed on the way down and then just transformed back after.
It seemed that he wouldn't show tonight. Maka and Kid's soul perception couldn't spot him at all. The four standing on the roof agreed to wait another hour, in case he came out in the dead of night. Liz and Patty quietly complained to Kid that his jacket pockets were extremely warm with them in it. Tsubaki, in Ninja Blade tucked into a sheath said silent the majority of the time. She truly was the best at stealth, even Black*Star who had worked diligently on his stealth, could hold up nothing in comparison.
An hour past and not a disturbance was felt from the man they were looking for. Maka had noticed a pre-kishin and was about to say sometime until she met the amber eyes in the dark. They reminded her of their job of not being noticed. Arachne was surly aware of the creature and if it suddenly disappeared, their cover would be blown. She smiled at him, silently thanking him for reminding her.
Soul clad in different attire than he was used to, was feeling uncomfortable. I didn't realize how challenging this would be. At least I listened to Black*Star and got pants that are fabric and not my usual jeans. But seriously, all of this black is completely uncool. I can't believe they even made me wear a freaking hat to hide my hair. I mean, it isreally white but it's dark out! You can't even see it. So uncool. Soul forced himself to complain in his head to stop himself from thinking about holding Maka's hand. It was the only way he could keep sane. Ever since Kid asked Maka out, he forced himself to think of something other than her.
But telling myself to not think about something will make me think about it. Don't think about penguins, Soul. Don't think about penguins. What am I thinking about now? Penguins. This was Soul's lame attempt at trying to deflect his thoughts of his Meister. He was her partner; her best friend, he had to always be there for her. Her happiness is the most important thing to him, even if that happiness wasn't with him.
While waiting for Maka or Kid to say something about spotting Giriko, Soul would let his mind wander about things. What if I had done this? Would things be different? If I had kissed her when the towel incident happened? If I had told her that I lo-liked her again after she woke up in the hospital? What if I hadn't left to go play beer pong with Liz? Would I be sleeping with Liz? Would I be with Maka? Or would everything be worse? Would she still have gone to Kid? Would she have changed partners? These thoughts would bounce around in his head whenever things were quiet.
Eventually, they left their spot in the darkness. They removed anything that caused others to look on with suspicion and traveled back to the hotel. The academy had paid for the penthouse suite in one of the best hotels in the city. They would be there for a few weeks and the academy wanted to keep them comfy. The fact that Lord Death's son was along probably helped them pick this suite.
There were 4 bed rooms, each with a double bed. Soul assumed the academy had thought same genders would sleep together. Obviously they didn't realise they were 17-19 year olds. Maka and Soul had originally assumed that they would sleep with their partners and either Kid or one of the sisters would get the extra bed. They each set down their things down in the room with the fireplace.
"Maka! Wanna have this room or the one upstairs?" Kid said from down the hall. The pair froze when they remembered that their significant others were along for this trip and they would probably want to be with them. Soul inwardly groaned. Whenever Liz slept with him, no matter how tired they were, she would want to sleep with him. He couldn't just push her away and sleep because that would make things awkward. So he would just go along with it. He never thought he would be a guy who would complain about sex, but when they had to be up early and it was already late, it became a little hassle.
Maka, who hadn't slept with Kid yet, just sighed. "Which ever you want, Kid. I don't mind which." Picking her bags back up, she glances at Soul who wouldn't meet her eyes. I guess he was wondering why I was in his and Liz's room. He must think I'm pretty lame for assuming that we would share sleeping arrangements. Besides, she thought bitterly, he probably wants a room to fuck Liz in. It hadn't become completely announced, but from the touchy-feely relationship the two had and from the noises that came from his room after Maka came home from dates with Kid, she could only assume that that was happening.
Leaving Soul to unpack, Maka walked out with her stuff back up the stairs of the two floor pent house, passing Liz on the way who gave her a smile. Maka smiled in return but only felt bitterness as she watch Liz go into Soul's room. Maka passed by Black*Star's room and Tsubaki's room. She knew that they shared the same room in their flat back home, so she assumed they weren't going to be awkward. But when she looked in, Tsubaki was red and sitting on the edge of her bed while Black*Star was sitting in a chair across from her. Maka couldn't tell what they were talking about, but clearly it was embarrassing for the two of them. Continuing on, she walked by Patty's room. How does she manage to bring all of those stuffed giraffes with her? She only had a tiny bag! She's practically swimming in them! Chuckling to herself, she walked into her and Kid's room and set up stuff down on the bed. Walking over to the giant window, which acted as the wall, Maka looked out across the darkened city.
Feeling arms wrap around her waist, Maka leaned back into the chest behind her and sighed. I can be happy here. It's been a few weeks with him and I still think of Soul. But it hurts less when I'm here. Don't worry, Kid. I'm sure I can like you back as much as you like me one day. She feels him put his head into the crook of her neck and kisses her. She hums in response.
"It's a beautiful city." Maka breaks the silence.
"But it's not the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He says into her neck. She doesn't have to fight a blush. She just turns and smiles at him. He pulls her into him and hugs her. "Come on, it's late. We should sleep. We need to be up early to start looking again. I won't see you after we split up to look and I want to hold you right now to make up for it. Okay?" He smiles down at her and kisses the top of her head. She silently nods and pulls out her pajamas from her bag. Since he's already seen me topless, I don't really care if I change in front of him. She nonchalantly changes in front of him, half expecting him to turn around, she glances up to see that he's taken a seat at the edge of the bed and was silently watching her with his amber eyes. Suddenly blushing at the intentness of his eyes, Maka speaks to him.
"Sorry, I should've changed in the bathroom." She's just about to pull her shirt of her head when Kid dashes forward and stop her from doing so. "What's wro—"She's cut off by a hungry kiss from her boyfriend as he slowly pushes he until her bare back is against the window. His kisses go lower until they reach her neck when he stops himself and chuckles.
"Maka, you make it extremely hard to act like a gentleman around you." He kisses he neck more, causing her back to arch as he kisses a sensitive area. She lets a little moan escape her mouth at this new feeling. "You're innocents really will be my undoing. How did you think I would react when I see my unbelievably gorgeous girlfriend naked in front of me?" These words cause her to blush. This is not what I thought would happen.
"I.." She finds words hard to form at the feeling of Kid's kisses consume her. She lets her shirt fall from her hands and covers her chest. Kid grabs them and pins them against the window.
"Don't…don't cover yourself. You're beautiful, Maka." He says in a rough and husky voice that reminds her of a certain somebody's sleepy voice. For some reason, the reminder of this voice makes her body unbearably hot. I can't let my hormones get ahead of me. This is Kid, Maka. Not… Her thoughts are stopped as his kisses travel slowly south. He lingers momentarily, waiting for her to stop him. When she doesn't he continues downward. Her thoughts become clouded and she gives into the feeling of pleasure. She closes her eyes and forgets about all of the pain that Soul had accidently caused her and gives in to feeling. If Soul can be happy with her, I can be happy with him. She allows him to undress her until she decides to take charge and pushes him back to the bed and undresses him.
Kid and Maka gave into their lust and teenage hormones for what seemed to be hours. After, Maka had no regret of giving her virginity to someone who actually cared about her. She felt satisfied with what had happened but couldn't stop her mind from bringing Soul's face into her mind. Tired of fighting with the image that kept appearing, Maka made herself comfortable in Kid's arms, thinking of someone else. She manages to fall asleep until she is awoken by a crash of lightning. Unable to get back to sleep and finding no comforting safety in her sleeping boyfriend's arms, Maka climbs out of bed, throws some clothes on and wanders into the kitchen. I guess no sleep tonight. She flinches at every crash of lightning as she boils water for some tea to calm her. Soul usually comes and lets me listen to him music when storms get this bad. But he's probably too busy with Liz.
Soul lays in bed, waiting for sleep to come, but in this dead of night he realizes this is the moment where he is most vulnerable to his tormenting thoughts. His barrier of noise and movement would fall against the thoughts he dared not to think in daylight, would weaken, as he teeters between the line of awareness and unconsciousness. He falls asleep for a few hours but that is gone as soon as a crash of thunder and a flash of lightning make him awaken. He immediately assumes he's back at home, turns to grab something from his dresser, only to hit air and fall out of bed. Cursing quietly, Soul rubs the arm he fell on. Throwing on some pajama pants, Soul grabs a pair of headphones and his ipod. If Maka wakes up, she's going to go to the kitchen and make tea to try fall asleep again. The idiot always forgets that it doesn't help. I can leave this upstairs and she can use it when she finds them. He stops before climbing the stairs. But she's with Kid. Maybe he's comforting her. He then shrugs and climbs the stairs anyway. I'm up anyways. Might as well leave them there in case.
It's dark when he gets up the stairs. He fumbles around and reaches for a wall to help him find his way to the kitchen. He turns the corner, only to see a light streaming from under the door. He half smiles to himself at Maka's predictableness. He silently opens the door to see her sitting at the table with untouched tea in front of her. Her arms and legs and pulled tight to her as she tries to ignore the sounds. Soul stands there for a moment and pulls his ipod out. He turns on some slow jazz that usually makes her fall asleep.
He walks up to her and silently puts them in her ears, just like he does at home, when he finds her on the couch. As he brushes the hair from her neck, he can see little red marks covering it. He freezes and wills away the anger he immediately feels and continues putting them in. Maka, slightly startled, looks up at him. She sees his concerned face for her and she smiles weakly at him and nods. He scratches the back of his neck in response. A silent thank you. He sits beside her and takes her tea. Maka lifts her head to look at him, she can see tiny kiss marks across his neck and sighs. Of course.
It seems, by now, that their ritual was coming back naturally to them. She would always waken first, make tea and not drink it. He would follow in, shortly after and put head phones in. He then takes the untouched tea and drinks it for her. The exchange would always be completely silent, like words would just contaminate the air. But this time, it was different. Silence had forced them into this situation. Silence had caused each of them no end of grief. Silence had caused suffering. Both seemed determined to speak, but couldn't find words.
They open their mouths to speak at the same time, but close when they see the other about to talk. Soul nods at her to go first. Tired of being scared of the consequences of saying what she felt, she silently grabs Soul's hand and whispers her feelings in two words.
"Thank you." She squeezes his hand and puts her head back down onto the table and closes her eyes. She almost doesn't hear him reply over the sound of the soothing music he put into her ears.
"Can't let my meis—my best friend be by herself when she's scared, can I?" He squeezes her hand back and puts is head down on the table and looks at her. She turns her head to him and smiles, really smiles, at him. It's been a long time since I was happy like this. She closes her eyes again as she lets the presence of Soul consume her. The smell of him, the feel of his hand, even the music defined him. She finally felt relaxed and falls into a dreamless sleep.
Soul look at his sleeping partners and smiles. So cute, even when she's sleeping. He allows the one thought to bounce around in his head. He doesn't push it away. Right now, there was no Kid, no Liz, it was just them. Clasping hands and calmly comforting each other. Soul ends up falling asleep with a smile on his face, still holding her hand.
I guess sleep can come to me when I'm in the right place.
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