Chapter 11: A Night On The Town. Disaster Around Every Corner?
Logan adjusted his tie with uncertainty. He didn't feel comfortable in his formal attire. His long hair was back in the ponytail fashion with a few of his bangs hanging in his face. Ethan went over his back with a lint roller. He was making sure that his brother was ready for his date with Maka. Logan groaned,
"Damn it all, I look stupid. Aw Hell."
Ethan typed away,
'You look fine. Now settle down. Just wear the hat Maka gave you. It isn't like you haven't worn it every day since you got it.'
Logan slapped his forehead with his palm when he realized just how right his younger brother was. He had worn the hat every day since he got it. The suit he bought was a recommendation from Soul of all people. It was black and was a big dent in his budget. He knew that she was worth every penny that he had spent and more than he could ever make in his lifetime. The threads felt smooth on his skin. His dress shirt was midnight silk and the jacket was just as dark with red pinstripes, just like his fedora. The tie he had around his neck was red with twirling black stripes around it. Ethan shined his black leather shoes with Patty hanging off his arms. The pants were tailor made, and pressed with creases. He fixed his coat by pulling it forward and headed out the door. He lightly rapped on the wooden door that blocked Maka's apartment. Liz answered the door and lifted one side of her hip up and said,
"Damn boy, you clean up nice."
"Still older than you, but thank you."
She led him through the door and he kept a sharp eye out for Maka. Liz slumped back into the couch and Soul made his way to the couch with a bowl of popcorn. He was in sweatpants and a sweatshirt. He fell back into the soft fabric and began munching on the salty snack he had just made. Logan was watching Soul and Liz watch a gory horror film. He caught a slight movement in the corner of his vision and turned to see Maka standing with her fingers locked together. Her face was blushing and she was a sight to behold. She had a strapless crimson dress cloaked around her. She had black gloves that went up to her elbows. Her heels matched her dress and her hair was up in her normal pigtails. Logan could only say one word,
"Wow."
Maka blushed and quietly said,
"Do I look alright?"
"Better than alright. So much better."
He stepped up and locked his lips with hers. The tall boy had to lean down to make their lips meet. Liz and Soul made faces at them before they left with their arms linked. Their destination was a fancy restaurant that Logan made reservations for quite a while back. The food was said to be so delicious that you would melt in your seat. While they were walking a cat with a black hat seemed to be following them. Logan turned and spotted the black cat. Maka stopped and sighed,
"What do you want Blair?"
The cat purred and a cloud of smoke bellowed throughout the street. A woman stood in the fading fog. She answered Maka,
"I've been hearing great things about you. Maka won't shut up about you. I can see why she won't stop going on about you. You are quite a catch."
Logan ignored her little flirting ways and said,
"Why are you telling me this; Blair was it? It makes no sense for you to flirt with me. I'm already with someone. You can't just sway my chivalry with feminine wiles. That's not the man I am. I stick by my commitments. I appreciate the flattery and all, but it will get you nowhere fast. Now good night."
He proceeded with Maka tightly gripping his arm. The whole Blair thing was a ruse set up by Maka and the cat. She wanted to test his loyalty to her, even under another woman's presence. So far he had proven himself. He looked down to see her smiling ear to ear. In his mind he knew that he had done well. He also knew that the test Maka had made was coming. He wondered if she thought he didn't notice the strange, hat wearing black cat that she had in her apartment. It made her happy, so he was just as elated to pass it. The restaurant was absolutely stunning and lively once Logan led his date inside. The hostess asked for the reservation. Logan replied,
"Lieben party of two."
With that, the woman wrapped in red garb led them to their table. A waitress stepped up as they read their menus. Maka was wondering what to order from the delicacies that were on the menu. Logan spoke up,
"I think I will have the special tonight. What do you want to eat Maka? You can have anything you want."
"Um..I…..uuh…."
"What's wrong?"
"Just get me the special too."
The waitress nodded and wrote a few words down and took off to the kitchen. Maka rested her chin in her hands as Logan removed his jacket and hat, handing it to one of the workers. He gazed out the window that was next to the table, smiling. He fixed his gaze on Maka who started blushing as his eyes observed her. She thought it was sweet that he was focusing so much on her. Five minutes passed in silence until Maka spoke up,
"Logan?"
"Yes? What is it Maka?"
I think I might…."
Logan's eyes flicked to the side when he saw a light glare from outside of the restaurant. He leapt over the table wrapping Maka in his arms, while the window next to them shattered. His voice was full of compassion,
"Are you alright Maka? I hope I didn't hurt you."
"No I'm okay. What happened?"
Logan lifted himself off of her. He turned to see someone with a rifle starting to run from the scene. He jumped through the broken glass with a sentence to Maka,
"Leave this to me. This assassin won't get away from me. Be safe."
He didn't even feel the ground hit his feet as he sped through the streets following this mysterious onlooker. Somehow he knew who this person was; he could tell by the way she moved. She was like a sickening serpent with her venom hidden in her words. He bounced off the walls to reach the rooftops. There he saw her face. The face of the one he wanted to die more than anyone in the world. He voice was shaking as he approached her now motionless body,
"Aline Esprit, tonight you meet your end. Tonight a Lieben will take his revenge!"
A girl that appeared to be fourteen or younger turned to see the young man. Her voice was true malice,
"Oh? Hopefully you fare better than last time. Or else you might end up like poor little Rose."
"Shut up!"
A scythe blade emerged from his arm as he charged at his hated opponent.