Ok sorry these chapters airnt very good as you know I had to write them four different times and it really sucks. I wish it was better so sorry if your disipointed :(

K like I promised there it is

THE BLUEST OF BLUE

"Hey do you want to go get something to drink with us?" the striped haired boy asked cocking his head so some of his bangs covered his honey eyes.

"YA~ you should come with us!" Patti squealed as she hopped from square to square on the tiled floor.

"Sorry guys" Maka said pulling on the sleeves of her jacket "I can't, I need to visit a friend and get home so I can make dinner." She looked down at her feet "maybe some other time."

Kid frowned but nodded "that's alright maybe tomorrow. Well we better get going." He said as he skimmed the hallway that was clearing of students "see you later Maka." Kid called as he and the two sisters walked away.

Maka turned into the opposite direction heading for the back entrance. Not only did she have to go see Tsubaki, she had to make sure Soul was alright. It was strange that she cared so much about him and how he was doing or if he was ok. She had no doubt in her mind that he was let back into school after what he did to that jerk but still… Maka's mind drifted as she pushed the large door open to step into the wet atmosphere. It hadn't rained but you could tell that Death city would get some.

She descended down the steps her eyes straight ahead but her mind was everywhere in-between. She then existed the gate and turned left, the way her and Tsubsaki always would walk. She tapped at her side keeping the beat with the sound of her shoes on the side walk. Everything seem to still, to quite. It wasn't what Maka liked; the dead silence, it was agonizing to her. Her head bobbed up to the sudden sound of movement on the other side of the road. She scanned the area for anyone but there was no one in sight. She shivered but kept moving. She turned the corner where normally she would say goodbye to Tsubaki. She warily looked side to side for any signs of Gaygon, when her mint eyes didn't detect anyone she started again only to crash into something hard. She looked up to see a pair of maroon colored eyes that had ticked in her mind all day. Her acute hearing didn't pick up his footsteps due to the uncertainty of running into Gaygon.

He laughed at her with derision running a slender hand through his ghostly white hair. He offered her a tan hand still chuckling at her vexed expression. She placed her small hand into his lager one and was boosted up to her feet. He shoved his hands into his pockets, keeping up his suavity act; he asked her "where are you headed?"

"Tsubaki's" she answered with audacity crossing her arms over her chest. He snickered and started walking down the side walk. Maka's arms dropped and she speed up to keep his pace. "So…" she breathed tapping her fingers together "did you get suspended?"

Soul stayed silent for a moment before answering "yea, but no big deal didn't want to go to school anyway." He shrugged. Maka did everything she could not to lecture him about how important school was, but she let it slide considering the fact he was suspended because of her. She simply nodded and they walked the rest of the way in silence.

Once they got to the front door Soul lifted his hand to knock but Maka vehemently pulled him back, a nimble finger to cover her lips "sh." Quietly she opened the door and slipped in signaling Soul to do the same. He did as he was told and followed Maka down the hallway. Maka stopped when she say Tsubaki standing in the middle of the living room a blanket draped over her shoulders like a cap. She had tears in her eyes.

"h-hey guys." She waved shakily a frown still spread across her face.

"Have you heard from your parents?" Maka asked.

Tsubaki nodded "they're not going to be here until next mouth" she looked down squeezing her eyes shut.

"Oh…"

"Well what ass holes" Soul blurted out. Maka shot him a horrified look and nudged him in the rib cage.

"Ha-ha." Tsubaki chuckled halfheartedly "I guess they are" she said and walked over to the couch. Maka sent Soul a warning glare and walked over to join Tsubaki on the couch. "I'm just going to go to sleep, you don't have to stay." She said Maka nodded.

"Hey, don't worry soon enough your parents will die and be with your brother." Soul said desperately.

Maka almost lashed at the albino for being such a moron and saying something like that, but she refrained herself. Her hands crumpled into fists and her face turned the color of his eyes. She hissed at him and grabbed his arm forcefully dragging him down the hallway. "Call me if you need anything Tsubaik" Maka chocked rushing out before she could cry or Soul to say anything else idiotic and careless.

Once outside Maka swiftly bashed his skull with a rather large book she had been dying to read; now Soul would be dying because of it. "Are you trying to make this worse for her" she barked.

"What the hell was that for woman!? And where did you even get that book! What is your obsession?!" Soul murmured rubbing his bashed head, the pulsation was nauseating.

"What do you mean my obsession?" she asked the stimulation of his words made her grip the book tighter.

"I mean-" he started still crouching down rubbing his white head. "Why do you like books so much?"

Maka's grip loosened as she turned slightly to walk down the drive. "What do you mean by that?"

Soul stood from his crippled position and followed Maka but making sure he kept a good distance. "I mean you've got her nose in a book everywhere you go, your eyes fly across the page like you were watching a movie. And it's gotten so bad that I can tell what's going on by your facial expressions." Soul emitted.

Maka conceived the thought of what he just said. Her checks pinked and she stopped walking. "Have you been watching me read?" she asked.

Soul hesitated with his answer not wanting to sound creepy he could already foresight another book smashing into his skull "sorda…"

Maka hadn't looked at him she didn't want him to see her face; it had put a tomato to shame. Instead of talking she continued to walk. Soul caught up with her, walking by her side.

"You still haven't answered my question." He stated. Maka didn't look up she only tilted her head down further, her pigtails flowed down to lightly brush her bright red checks. "What is your obsession with books?" he asked again.

Maka sighed "have you even read a book?" she asked in dull voice.

Soul snorted "no"

Maka gawked "w-what how have you never read a book?!"

Soul shrugged "it was never something I wanted to do so… I never did it."

"Well," Maka started "in a book you get to imagine what the people look like. You can pretend you're one of them and live in a world of fantasy and you never have to come out of it. They could be your best friends. "She tilted her body "it's like a whole different life that you can escape to." she smiled slightly as she finished.

"Read me one"

"What?"

"Read me a book" Soul repeated.

"Why don't you read one yourself?"

He didn't answer for a while "I don't know. I like hearing your voice and it would be nice going into a fantasy with your voice as the narrator." He said honestly.

"Oh…" Maka was quite. She looked down at the book in her hand mulling over what she should do. "Ok, come one" she took his hand the warmth of it making her jump slightly. She dragged him a few blocks away from Tusbaki's and far away from the main part of Death city. There everything was quite making Maka's ears twitch at the sound of nothing. She took a deep breath and pulled Soul into a dark, smelly alley, the garbage cans had a pungent smell to them creating both teens to hold their breath. She pulled him along the alley to what he assumed to be a dead end until he saw a shimmer of light seep in as they stepped closer to it. Once they strolled out of the darkness the two were greeted by an untouched park. The light sunshine gave everything a glow that sparkled. The trees seemed natural and not dead, they scattered about the park giving shad and a streaming breeze from the pound smacked in the center. There were sidewalks that twisted along the park leading everywhere. The grass was tall but soft to the touch.

Maka breathed in the fresh air and she let go of Souls hand "wow" she heard him eco her own thoughts She took one last gulp of air before heading to her spot. "How did you find this place?" He asked profound.

Maka turned toward him "my father showed this place to me, I come here when I don't feel like going home."

"How does anyone else not know this is here?"

"I don't know" she shrugged "but I like it that way."

"Cool"

"Come on" Maka instructed him as she walked down the long swirling sidewalk leading to the other side of the pound and the back of the park. She walked off of the concrete pathway to the meadowy grass. She sat placing the book in her lap. She tapped the grass next to her. Soul strutted over his hands deep in his pockets as her slide down next to her. "This book is a bunch of pomes and short stories by Edger Allen Poe" she explained holding out the red hard covered book. "We will start with this one." Soul sighed and gestured her to continue. "The first one is," she flipped open the cover "oh my favorite: Tell-tale heart." She flipped the page with a nimble finger and began.

TRUE! -nervous -very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses -not destroyed -not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily -how calmly I can tell you the whole story.

Souls nose crinkled he huffed moving to stretch his legs out in front of him.

It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture -a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees -very gradually -I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.

Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded -with what caution -with what foresight -with what dissimulation I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it -oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly -very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this, And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously-oh, so cautiously -cautiously (for the hinges creaked) -I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights -every night just at midnight -but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he has passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.

Soul put his hand over his eyes to block the sunlight that had found the right to blind him with the rays of its dull light. His eyes wondered over to Maka who was still reading. He moved over to be in front of her, that's when she stopped and looked over the book "what are you doing?" she asked. He didn't answer he just calmly laid down his white head landing in her lap. She jumped at the contact, staring at him but his red eyes were closed and he didn't look like he was going to move. She sulked but looked back at the book finishing the last paragraph she placed the book down right on the albinos head. "What did you think" she asked.

Soul didn't move his head from Maka's lap as he spoke "this guy who wrote this was crazy or on crack"
he stated moving his head to look at her his face still covered by the book.

Maka giggle, the sound ringing into Souls ears "ok well ill pick a new one later." Soul grunted in response as he stayed still enjoying his position. Maka sighed and opened the book once more, reading it to herself now as she moved on to the raven. She looked down to the moron in her lap and smiled.

K that was a suckie ending but whatever. I wanted this to go up on Friday but u no my computer is just stupid so happy Saturday I guess. Anyway hope you liked it

And the story the tell-tale heart is not mine I copped it so I DON'T OWN IT so yea but that's not all of the story if you want to read it just look it up but I warn you it's a messed up story.

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