"Angel, are you still mad?" he asked as Maka continued her silent treatment. He had explained the whole story of his absence and she had refused to utter a word. Worse off, they had yet to find any trace of the eccentric elder Evans.
"I said I was sorry, you threw me out a window and I pranced around naked at the last truck stop, what more do you want woman!" Soul yelled eyeing the still silent teen. Finally her lips moved.
"You leave, you die, your gran and her cat are missing, I'm skipping school, and so far my anger management and blood pressure is dangerously high. Let's see, what I could possibly want." She seethed, her eyes flashing fire.
"Sex, you seem tense." He joked as she sighed aggravated.
"Is that all you think about?" she asked annoyed.
"No," he replied as the car took a left.
"Do you even know where were going?" Maka finally questioned.
"More or less," the albino mused as she blew her bangs up in agitation. He knew she was aggravated and lost right now. Knew how happy she was that he was back.
"Sex later?" he asked trying to make her smile.
"Find your HOLY SHIT!" she screamed as Soul slammed on the brakes turning the car to avoid the insane person standing in the road.
"Who's the fucking idiot trying to… oh, it just Nana, told you I'd find her." Soul smiled as Maka clung to her seat wide-eyed and panicky. Soul seemed clam as he raced from the car to his grandmother's side. What was with these people trying to kill her.
"Nana what's wrong?" Soul asked as Maka finally pried herself from the seats of the car to his side. Nana was looking in the opposite direction they had come.
"A car was waiting for him, he escaped, but I injured him." she whispered as Soul looked on in awe. He seemed like a child in a candy store.
"So are you going to do some ancient voodoo and locate him, is that what you were doing?" he asked excited.
"No I simply was waiting for a ride." She smiled as Soul's happiness fell. Something furry wrapped around his leg before sharp claws dug into his skin. He screamed in pain as the two women ignored him and the cat.
"Down kishin, bad cat!" he yelled trying to pull the animal from his skin.
"Soul stop playing with the cat and let's go!" Maka called as her and Nana waited for him. Dragging kishin; who was still latched to his leg, across the cement he contemplated kicking it off the mountain.
"Don't forget Kishy wishy!" Nana called silencing his murder attempt. Throwing the fleabag inside he slid into the driver's seat and began the long and silent trek back to Death City. He really needed to be laid. He had it rough these last few days; he'd been shot, thrown from a window, and nearly killed by his grandmother and her evil cat.
"Maka," he began only to have his mouth covered by her hand.
"No," she growled still angry with him. Damnit, cockblocked…again!