Chapter 10: Taken

Little Falcon: Sorry again for the long wait. Unfortunately, reality caught me and gave me impossible demands. Well, whatever. Here's the update you've been waiting for. Read and review as always. Kids stay away from this chapter, okay?

Standard Disclaimer: I only own the idea that's all. If I did own this series I'll be the happiest person on earth!

"Maka…" his lustful groan echoed throughout their spacious bedroom as the naked woman on top of him pushed her hips against his in a slow, sensual manner that drove him crazy. His trembling hands crept to her slender waist and tried to move her hips faster but she would have none of that. The Scythe technician crept on top of him in a feline-like motion while he was still inside of her then initiated another passionate exchange between their mouths as her hips began to move deliciously against his.

Her gasp of pleasure broke their kiss as he hit a particular spot inside her that began to make her vision spin in ecstasy. Taking her reaction as an opening, the weapon sat up, making his chest meet her luscious breast in the process. "Wait… ah…" Maka held his broad shoulders in an attempt to make to make him stop but he clearly wouldn't listen to her this time.

His tongue licked her slender neck as he withdrew almost fully then thrust into her in full force. Maka threw her head back while screaming his name. "No… not so rough… Soul," she barely managed to say in between her whimpers and pants.

A dark chuckle erupted from his throat as he stopped his attacks and kissed her thoroughly. She was too caught with his tongue to feel him push her down the mattress. Her heart was beating in her head as she tried to catch her breath. Her pupils dilated as she saw the feral glint in his ruby eyes. "No… Soul… wait… aaaahhhh!" her lover spread her legs apart, lifted her hips few inches from the bed then drove into her in one quick thrust.

Soul gritted his teeth in an attempt to keep himself from exploding right then and there. Her walls were starting to constrict around his manhood. Maka was on the verge of fainting as she threw her head in overwhelming rapture. Lewd noises together with their ragged breaths filled the room as they moved in an age-old rhythm. Suddenly, Soul quickened the pace until Maka was screaming his name with every thrust.

Finally almost at the same time, she wrapped her legs around his torso and met him halfway then she felt herself gave way. This was followed by Soul filling her up with his seed as his tongue dove into her ready mouth.

"I love you, Soul Eater," she leaned on her elbows while watching her lover sleep soundly beside her. Her chest painfully constricted while her throat seemed to have closed up by itself. The meister covered her mouth tightly as she coughed almost soundlessly. As Maka tried to make her breathing normal, she opened her hand to find it stained in crimson. Unconsciously, her teal eyes wandered to the man still sleeping at her side before she got up to wash the blood away.

"Maka…" the familiar feel of his lips on her woke her up. "Maka, get up. We're going to be late,"

His ruby orbs were the first thing she saw. Still half asleep, she reached out for him. The weapon stepped into her embrace and was immediately greeted by her lips. "Ohayo (Good morning)," her lips hovered above his as he pulled her out of bed.

The Death Scythe watched her weakly make her way towards the bathroom. His eyebrow rose in inquiry. Usually, it was Maka who woke up first, made breakfast and tear the sheets away from his body because she didn't want to be late.

Ever since they made up, she had been acting weird. There were times when she would leave for the library for hours and when she comes back, there wasn't a time that she didn't initiate a passionate bout of love making. Not that he was complaining or anything, what kind of man would turn away his woman? But something inside him was sternly giving a warning… that she was drifting away… and very soon she might be gone.

The two made it in time just before the bell rang. "Hey Maka, Soul," the demon blade meister did that secret hand shake with his bud as he saw them in the corridor. Tsubaki, the demon blade, bowed and smile just like always.

"Why don't you guys go ahead? I need to talk to Black Star," Soul was already dragging the ninja away before the two girls could react. Shrugging their shoulders and letting out a careless sigh, Tsubaki and Maka made their way to class.

"What the hell, Soul? If you wanted to cut class, you shouldn't have asked their permission," struggling out of his hold, Black Star crossed his arms in front of him while eyeing his best friend. "What's up with you?" He wasn't used to seeing the Death Scythe's lack of retaliation.

"I'm thinking of asking Maka to marry me right after graduation," he blurted out then saw his friend's jaw hanging. "Oh come on Black Star, do you really think it's a bad idea?"

"WHERE THE HELL DID YOU HEAR ME SAYING THAT?" The demon blade technician recovered from his shock and now had a smug look on his face. "That's great! Although, I never imagined you to be the kind that settles down," they began to exchange a few punches in brotherly love. Black Star could only swallow back his doubts about Maka's fidelity. After all, he could be wrong.

With his muscular arms behind his head, he roamed the school grounds alone. Soul went back to class saying that his meister might nag him to death again if he skipped class. Then he found himself walking down a particular path leading to an old garden. "Let go of me!" His adrenaline kicked in as he heard a familiar voice coming from around the corner.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" He gritted his teeth upon seeing their new classmate, Skhai, pinning Maka to the wall. Even as Skhai let go of the Scythe meister, electricity rose from Black Star's body as he marched right up to his target.

Before his vision dimmed, he saw his friend stood in between him and his prey. "Wait, Black Star. This is just a misunderstanding. Skhai helped me when I was about to fall that's all," Maka put her hands in front of her defensively, knowing how unpredictable her friend is.

In an instant, the electric currents faded but his lethal glare never left Skhai. With an irritated grunt, he turned his back. "Maka, you and Soul are both my friends. Please, don't make me choose," he said under his breath before he walked away.

His bright blue eyes stared after the ninja while a sadistic grin was plastered on his handsome face. "Quite a friend you have there. Let's see if he's still that protective over you when everything's discovered,"

Looking back, Maka was surprised to see no one. Her sensitive senses didn't even felt him leave. What's happening to me? Her vision grew blurry as she was halfway back to class. A cold sweat broke through her skin as her knees felt like jelly. "Maka! Are you alright?" From limited vision, she made out three white lines on someone's head. Of course, it doesn't take a genius to know to whom those lines belong to.

Death, the Kid, caught her just in time before her face hit the pavement. Effortlessly, he brought her to the infirmary and laid her down the empty bed. "Wait here, I'll go get Soul," her cold hands held his in an attempt to stop him.

"No… no need. I'm fine," her voice was barely audible.

"You're face is pale, you couldn't even get up and from the looks of it, you can't even see clearly. And you tell me you're fine?" She just wouldn't let go despite his rough pull.

"This happens all the time. I just need to rest then I'll be back on my feet in no time. Trust me. You'll only make him worry for nothing," reassured the Scythe technician. Kid shook his head helplessly before he sat on the nearby stool to watch her sleep.

Her live green eyes woke up from her fake sleep then looked at the white ceiling. "Nothing to worry about, really. This is just temporary," closing her eyes again, this time she slept for real. Is this really temporary? It has to be…

"Maka-san, you look GREAT!" The demon blade was still able to look at another when she was looking stunning already with that body hugging spaghetti strap that ends at her ankles.

"Right back at you Tsubaki," she winked at her before stepping in front of the body mirror. A young lady with stunning emerald eyes had her hair in stylish waves flowing behind her bare back. Her porcelain skin so seductively exposed with her black body-woven silk dress. Her one-shoulder dress gave enough view of her luscious cleavage and the long slit from her hip down her ankles, complimented by her lack arm-length gloves. A smile crept on her lips as she touched the diamond studded choker, Soul had given her on their first anniversary. I know your don't like this kinds of stuff but I think this fits you perfectly. His bashful tone echoed in her head like an old song. True enough, it does look good on her.

"Ready?" Tsubaki smiled at her friend as they made their way to the waiting cab. As planned, Maka and Tsubaki were to get ready and arrive together. The same goes with their partners who got ready at the Demon Meister's place.

"Hey you look pretty slick," his best friend slapped his back so hard, his lungs almost stopped working. Although, he always see his best friend in a suit. This time he looks different… he feels different. For the first time in his life, Black Star appreciated another man's looks.

"Err, thanks… I guess," the Death Scythe tried to loosen this tie and began fidgeting with his cuff links.

The meister barked in laughter as he watched his best friend nervously fix himself up again and again. "For heaven's sake, Soul! Why the hell are you acting like a nervous tick? You know she's going to say 'yes'," he sat back on the large couch and crossed his legs casually.

"Get off my back, Black Star. Are you okay with looking like that?" The Death Scythe glanced at his friend wearing a crisp suit but was nothing close to being formal.

"Hey, hey, hey. I'm not the one popping 'the question' tonight so I'll let you take my stage JUST for tonight,"

"Yeah, whatever. Let's get going," the pair rode Soul's big bike and raced their way for the graduation's opening ceremony.

I'm sweating… I'm FUCKING sweating. This is so un-cool. Soul kept his hand in the pocket, fingering the velvet box. His senses immediately told him that his woman was already here. He maybe totally clueless about soul perception but there's was a part of him that could always tell whenever she's near.

Like making way for royalty, the crowd split in half just in the direction his crimson eyes turned. His chest swelled with pride as he can't help but gape at the captivating young woman making her way up to him sheepishly. Wow… His heart raced for a different reason now.

"Maka… you look…" Soul can't finish the question as his eyes kept wandering to her voluptuous curves.

A light chuckle escaped her lips as she wound her arms around his. "You look pretty good too, Sparky," their finger intertwined as they exchanged genuine smiles. How can you feel so distant when you're right here beside me?

Everyone listened to the little pep talk their head master, Shinigami-sama, gave before his son, Death the Kid, intervened like always and led a very long speech about responsibilities and things along those lines. Needless to say, by the time Kid was done with his piece everyone was already halfway through eating.

"Soul, why don't you play?" one of their classmates suggested as they gestured towards the grand piano sitting alone in the corner. The others who heard it also concurred.

"Yeah, I think it's a bit unfair that I am the only one who hears your music," commented Maka as she gave his hand a quick squeeze before letting it go. All his protests were drowned by her simple gestures and even before he can think his feet were already walking towards the lonely instrument.

His gentle melody enveloped the entire place. A refreshing feeling emanating from his keys made its way to everyone who heard him play. Her eyes softened as listened to the words spoken by his music. This was her favorite melody… the piece he always plays when she's down. It always made her feel better… but not this time.

"No wonder you fell for him," her magical moment was robbed by the sarcastic remark made by the person who appeared behind her. His white suit made his brilliant blue eyes and spiky brown hair more charming. Girls were already circling him like a piece of meat. Anyone could've been fooled by him… but not her.

Can you hear me, Maka? Can you hear what I'm trying to say? His ruby eyes now had the courage to search for her face in the crowd while he played the new part of the piece she hasn't heard yet.

A smile appeared on her pretty face as she listened to his new music. This is… the tempo was slow and gentle… but the notes were strong and clear. As their eyes met, she felt something constricting her heart. Something told her that this was the last time she'll ever hear him play. Tears sprung from her eyes even before she can think. His unspoken words managed to convey the things he failed to tell.

He never broke their silent conversation even as his fingers played the final tune. All the anxiety twisting in his stomach disappeared as he saw her reaction when he played his piece… her favorite music. Applause erupted from the audience as Soul's hands withdrew from the piano.

Explosions shook the academy grounds, grand chandeliers trembled and fire surrounded the place. Witches' snickering was heard overhead. Everyone grew into a state of panic; they began to run towards the nearest exit.

"Maka!" The Death Scythe yelled as he tried to search for her face among the panic-stricken crowd but to no avail. DARN IT! He caught sight of his friends beginning to battle the witches outside while he was still a sitting duck. As wove through the distorted people, he saw someone standing by the terrace casually. "SKHAI! GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE!" Soul pushed his way to drag him back in but a huge fire ball crashed right on top of him before he can even turn around.

"SKHAI!" His blood froze for a moment as he saw him unscathed, with a double bladed scythe in his hands and the two halves of the fire ball on both his sides. Soul remained motionless as his new friend expertly ended the battle, maneuvering his weapon like it was a part of his body. No matter how cool he looked in the battlefield, his ruby eyes were on the weapon he was holding.

Everything ended way too quickly. "You okay there, Soul? Sucks that you didn't have the chance to pop the question," Black star landed beside him with the demon blade at his hand.

"Where's Maka by the way?" Kid made his way towards them with his twin pistols at his side.

Everyone followed the Death Scythe's line of vision and saw the new student standing in the middle of the burning ruins. His blade dripping with blood before it materialized into its human form.

Their pupils dilated to see her standing by his side, looking at Skhai directly. Then as the meister walked away, she, too, turned to follow.

"Don't you dare leave me, MAKA ALBARN!" His feet were already racing towards her, his hand reaching for her and his eyes begging her to stay but she didn't even looked back… not even a glance. Just like that… he lost her.

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