Warnings: Yuri
Conversation echoed slightly in the cavernous classroom, melding dozens of individual voices into a low, intangible murmur.
"Happy now aren't they…?"
Maka couldn't hear any of it.
"So naive, I wonder what their screams would sound like?"
The blonde meister gritted her teeth and ignored the cool voice and the even cooler fingers lifting one of her pigtails, because they weren't there. Even as they drifted down the linger on her cheek and tease her shirt collar…
"Not there, hm? I'm offended. Though, confidence does run with insanity. Hand in hand… who was it that said that?"
"Be quiet." Maka snarled under her breath. Tsubaki was too kind to be hurt.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I say something wrong?" She sounded distressed. Maka opened her eyes and forced a smile.
"Oh, no Tsubaki-chan. I'm sorry, keep going. I was just out of it for a moment."
"'Out of it'. Wonderful choice of words."
'Shut up' Maka growled, mentally this time. But, in the same moment, allowed her eyes to drift closed once more. Just so she could feel. The wood in front of her creaked, breath whispered across her face.
Then cold lips were on her own and any awareness that Maka had retained of Tsubaki next to her faded away to nothing.
The bell's ringing surprised her. Maka opened her eyes to nothing. Empty air. As always. Not enough.
'This is hell.' Medusa smiled, snake-like in the back of her mind.
"And you love it."
Okay, don't dis-alert there's SoMa up next!