another shot one-shot SoMa moment
Halloween style~
Disclaimer: i do not own Soul Eater
Halloween:
She's wasn't sure she wanted to be the angel now. The dress was too tight and the wings on her back were bothering her. Perhaps I should have been a witch, Maka thought, as her mother fiddled with her hair. "Down or up, sweet heart?" she asked, while Maka shrugged her shoulders.
"Up to you, Mama,' she said, wincing as her mother pulled a brush through her hair once more. For some strange reason, her mother was more excited about Halloween this year. Perhaps it was because she had chosen the 'most adorable thing on the planet' or because she got to stay home whilst she and her father went out in the cold. Her signature pigtails were up and her father cooed at the sight.
"My little girl's all ready for Halloween?" he asked, clasping his hands, "You look just wonderful in your costume."
"It's not a costume," she protested, "Today I am an angel."
"You're always my angel," he said, "And now you have clothes that match."
"Mama?" Her mother hummed, adjusting the wings on her back, "Are you sure there won't be real monsters?"
Her mother closed her eyes as if focusing something far away before opening her them with a smile. "Yep, I'm sure," she said, "No real monsters out there. Just the little ones are all dressed up." She nodded as her mother gave her a scarf and a white jacket to match. "Off you go now. You've got treats to get with your father."
"Okay, Mama," she said, taking her father's hand. "Come on, Papa."
Spirit followed behind her diligently, taking the camera from his wife. "Be sure to take lots of pictures, Spirit."
"Yes, dear," he said, allowing Maka to drag him out the front door.
Maka spared a look at her mother before continuing down the driveway, one hand in her father's, the other holding tightly to her bag.
The night was chilly, but in her overloaded costume, she was probably one of the warmest kids on her street. As Maka went from house to house, her bag filled up. She even managed to see Kim Dheil and wave hi to her. All in all, her Halloween night was running smoothly.
At least until she ran into Black*Star.
"PIGTAILS! IS THAT YOU!"
Maka grumbled, pulling her dad over to the next house.
"Um, Maka? Your friend is calling you-"
"He's not really my friend, Papa," she said, "Black*Star is just crazy. I don't want to talk to him."
"Oh, that's not nice to say," he laughed but Maka shook her head.
"No, Papa, you don't understand. If Black*Star's out trick-or-treating, then that means-"
"COME ON, PIGTAILS! WE WON'T SCARE YOU!" She winced at the sound of Soul's shouting. "DON'T RUN, PIGTAILS!"
"I think you're over exaggerating," he laughed, pulling Maka towards the boys who were, at the moment, accompanied by Black*Star's mother and Wes.
"No, Papa, don't do it." But it was too late. Maka was being dragged towards her top two tormentors by her father, no less.
"Mr Albarn," greeted Black*Star's mother. "A pleasure to see you."
"Likewise, Ma'am," he said with a charming smile, "I assume parenthood is treating you well?"
"Well, the grants are a help," she laughed before Maka began tuning her out, glaring at the boys before her.
"What's with the dirty looks?" asked Black*Star, adjusting the zipper on his Superman costume. "Or is that you just squinting?"
"I think she's squinting," commented Soul.
"Squinting then!" the boy concluded, hands on his hips. "Can you not see past my bright glow?"
"I'm not squinting," she complained, "I am angry at you."
"No you're not," stated Black*Star, "You're angry at Soul for-"
"Black*Star," groaned Soul, while Maka clung to her father's hand.
"You're not better by much, Black*Star," she said, "But Soul..." she glared at him again, "Soul is a big meanie."
"Come on, Pigtails. I told you already. It wasn't my fault."
"Pumpkin seeds don't magically appear in my bag," she scowled, "Or my hair."
Black*Star laughed with Soul at the memory. "Yeah...I guess not," smiled Black*Star, "But at least they weren't in your lunch box."
"They were in my lunch box."
They let out another round of laughter. "Well then I guess everything's even."
"Even? Of course not? How am i supposed to get you back for the million pranks you pulled on me?"
"How?" Black*Star thought a moment, surveying the streets. "I've got it! We'll go to that house."
'That house' turned out to be a house 5 houses down that was completely decked in Halloween stuff. It was amazingly realistic, and just looking at it gave Maka the creeps.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive!" said Black*Star with a smirk, "We'll all go there together. Whoever is able to get the candy wins."
"Wins?" Maka was perplexed. "Wins what?"
"You win a prank."
"That doesn't make any sense," started Maka, "and I'm sure I don't want to-"
"Of course you do!" said Soul excitedly, "Black*Star's idea is great. We just have to go to the house and get the candy. If you get the candy and we chicken out, you get to prank us. But if we win," Black*Star and Soul exchanged secret glances, "We get to bother you forever."
"FOREVER?!"
"What? Is Miss Pigtails afraid of a house?" cooed Black*Star making Maka glare once more.
"Oh, I think she's a chicken," Soul said, before making a series of chicken noises which eventually became laughs.
"Fine," she groaned, tugging on her father's hand for his attention. "Papa?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Soul and Black*Star and I are going to go to house 54, okay?"
Spirit looked over in that direction before frowning. "Are you sure, angel?"
"Angels aren't afraid of anything," she said slowly, "So we're sure."
"Alright then," he said, "if you say so."
She took a breath, let go of her father's hand and looked at the 2 boys in front of her. "Let's go," she said, and they followed her down the side walk and up the driveway of the scariest house. Maka glanced back once before asking, "I thought Wes was coming with us."
"Wes thinks he's too good for this," Soul grumbled, "He's only doing it 'cause Mom said he had to."
"I see," she said, taking careful measured steps till she hit the stairs. Finger bones were scattered across her lawn, the 'R.I.P' coming from her garden soil. There was eerie music in the background to boot, which reminded Maka of a scary movie. Spiderwebs and skulls lay in disarray at the foot of the stairs, and there, at the top, sat the scariest witch-looking woman Maka had ever seen.
"I think she's waiting for us," said Black*Star, before grinning recklessly, "Let's go get the candy as fast as we can."
Maka and Soul looked at each other nervously, before climbing the stairs. They were careful as they walked, both nervous to reach the top, but neither willing to give in. Black*Star had easily run up and down for the candy and was waiting with his parent at the base of the drive-way.
"Soul, do we have to do this?"
He nodded and his voice came out shaky. "It's the only way."
They continued up the stairs until they came face to face with the woman who looked at the blankly.
"Trick-or-treat," she said uncertainty. She got no reply. She repeated it with Soul this time. Still nothing.
Then suddenly, the woman cocked her head to the side and looked at Maka with piercing blue eyes. She and Soul were overcome with an amazing pressure that made it hard to breath and for a moment, just a small moment, Maka thought she saw a little blue blob instead of the woman. "Boo."
Soul snatched up her hand and raced down the steps, almost stumbling when they got to the bottom. Both of them were out of breath by the time they reached the end of the driveway and she couldn't find her voice.
"Soul, what happened!?" cried Black*Star when he saw them. "You guys look like you saw something super scary."
Maka felt her hands shake. She was still feeling the remnants of the pressure up at the stair's top. The pressure had felt so raw, so bone crushing, so real that-
Soul squeezed her hand tightly. "It was nothing," he said, "We're just tired, and we thought we saw a better house down the street."
"I see," said Black*Star, oblivious to the lie. "Well then lead the way! Don't let a big guy like me wait."
Maka rolled her eyes, her fear subsiding and she felt herself calming down.
And it all stemmed from the hand that held hers.
thanks so much for reading
it was a little too non-fluffy but i'll fix that next chapter
the comment about grants from Black*Star's mom is the idea that he's in foster care right now
anyway, i'll see u next month :)
please R&R