ENTRANCING
Chapter 2: Plea
I do not own Soul Eater.
Although I wish I did.
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I remember the time when Maka had let Black Star punch her on the face with his whole strength.
I know it hurt a lot.
And I think a Maka-chop can parallel to that level.
The extreme pain in my head seems to have its own heartbeat.
How did Soul and Black Star manage to stand it?
A lot of it, in fact.
Is my head going to explode?
It's like my head was separated from my neck.
All I feel right now is the pain in my head.
"Kid…"
Suddenly, I am feeling something else beside the pain.
There is my heartbeat.
Why is it getting louder and faster?
Is it trying to overlap the pain?
"Perhaps you overdid it."
"This the first time he was hit by a Maka-chop, right?"
"Hehehe… He seems to be lifeless!"
"EH?! Kid, wake up!"
I recognize the voices coming to my ears.
Soul.
Liz.
Patty.
Maka.
And I also recognize the meaning of the shakes on my body.
They are trying to wake me up.
But am I not awake?
Oh, I see…
My eyes are still closed.
How ironic. I could see that.
I force my eyes open and I hear everyone's relieved sighs.
Then I blink a lot of times, my eyes still adjusting to the color and light.
I wonder what will happen if I only see things as color gold.
Well, that is the color of my eyes.
"Kid, you have to forgive me!"
I stare at Maka.
"I mean, I did it because you were lost!"
"Maka, I fear for your life," Soul says sarcastically.
"Yep," Liz agrees.
"Poor Kiddo!" Patty chuckles.
I shake my head, partly to ease away my headache and partly assure them that I am okay.
"Don't worry, Maka. It doesn't hurt anymore."
"Hey, talk to us, too!" Liz mutters.
"Kiddo is unfair. We aren't the one who chopped you," Patty follows.
"Yeah," Soul says. "And we're not the one with the tiny tits!"
"Soul!"
Maka aims another chop at him.
"Don't do it," I quickly say.
"Hmm?" Maka grunts.
"I mean…"
Why am I stopping Maka?
She always chops him anytime.
Why am I not letting Soul be hurt?
Wait, what?
"Whatever do you mean?"
"Uhh…"
I have never been like this in my life.
"It's just… painful," I continue lamely. "A Maka-chop."
"Soul deserves it."
"It isn't just."
Why am I continuing this?
If Maka gets angry again…
But she just chuckles.
Is this a lucky time for me?
"Sense of responsibility… That's what I like about you, Kid," Maka says.
I sigh with a smile.
I can't believe it.
Things are going well.
"Kid really had a bang on the head," Liz mutters. "He's more weird."
Maka grins. "He'll be a perfect Shinigami."
"Yeah. Unlike my meister," Soul says. "She isn't even-"
He is stopped with a book on his head.
Oh well, Maka did it again.
It's not as if I could make her see things in my way.
Because if that happens, she might as well have narcissism with her beautiful face…
What am I thinking?
I force my head to my open hands and shake it.
"I don't think you're okay…" Maka says.
"Perhaps Kid is just moody today," Liz suggests.
I am not moody.
What made Liz think of that conclusion?
"Ehem."
Someone enters the classroom.
It is Franken Stein.
My eyes never fail to stop for a while on his screw.
"Everyone, back to your own seats," he said coolly.
I wonder what our lesson for the day will be.
I hope it wouldn't be another dissection.
I hate how he does it in an asymmetrical way.
Everyone becomes quiet as they sit and look at Professor Stein curiously.
"We'll be talking about-"
Maka…
"What is it?" Stein-hakase asks suddenly.
Hmm? Did one of the students speak?
"Would you please at least be inattentive to what I have just asked you?"
I turn around to find out who the noisy kid is…
I believe everyone had remained silent.
Even Black Star is quiet with his eyebrows raised in a curious expression.
The noisy kid does not seem willing to show himself.
"No exceptions. You'll have to go out and stand in the corridor."
Just who is it?
I look at Professor Stein to see his eyes directed at me.
Hey, it wasn't me!
So there isn't a reason for me to be afraid.
I was only thinking of Maka…
Wait. Had I actually muttered her name out loud?
This is bad.
Now that I look around, everyone is staring at me, even Maka who is beside me.
I am not sure what to do.
I gulp slowly and say, "It isn't what you people are thinki-"
"It better be. Or else I'll kick your face."
Why is Liz giving me a venomous stare?
She had never done that to me.
"You'll not be safe behind Shinigami's son," Stein mutters.
I look behind me and see a young girl.
Her face totally shows that she is guilty.
I sigh deeply.
I really thought…
Oh, what was that all about?
.
Right now, I am a little anxious.
I do not know why.
Perhaps it is because Maka still hasn't returned from her mission.
It has been quite a long time.
They should've finished their job a lot earlier.
And the unnerving fact is Father can't see them on his mirror.
And Azusa-sensei is currently not in the city to help.
I am sitting on the high railings of Shibusen.
I do not actually do this kind of thing but it enables me to see great distances.
And indeed I see Maka together with Soul.
Her steps are apparently energetic.
And my eyes stay for a while on her face.
There is a very wide grin. It is obvious even from our distance.
I'll be waiting for her in Father's room then.
.
"Did you find it hard to defeat the evil soul?" Shinigami asks the pair.
Maka clears her throat then she says, "Soul is a Death Scythe. It was an easy job."
"What took you two long then?"
Maka gestures to Soul.
Soul grunts then speaks, "I took her to this mountain. I heard it has a wonderful view from its height."
He pauses with a grin. "It didn't disappoint Maka. She still has her fluffy face from a while ago."
"I don't have a fluffy face," Maka objects.
"Whatever, tiny tits."
"Now, now…" Father raises his hands for silence.
And I continue to watch the whole report.
Maka seems really happy with Soul…
Even with all of his teases and insults, I can see that they have a strong bond.
I do not want to destroy the bond but I want to have my own strong bond with Maka.
Something stronger than chains.
I am jealous at Soul.
Then I see that the meeting is done.
Father raises a hand in farewell.
Soul puts his hands in his pockets and turns to the exit.
He gives a meaningful look at Maka before going out alone, leaving his meister.
I wonder what the matter is.
I look at Maka.
She doesn't look troubled.
Then her head turns to face me.
"Is Soul busy or what?" I ask.
"Soul is going to be busy with his sleep."
"Then why are you still-"
I quickly see it in her eyes.
It had appeared suddenly, a sign of uncertainty.
I become worried and ask, "Maka, something wrong?"
"Kid-kun…"
"Kid is enough."
"Kid…"
She looks at my eyes for a seemingly long time.
Then I realize that her eyes are shaking.
"Maka, are you afraid?"
"Sometimes," she whispers.
I let my vision focus on her emerald eyes.
It looks like she is pleading for help.
But how can I help her?
When I can't help myself with the feeling growing in my chest?