Godsends

Chapter thirteen: Guess the song.

"So, you girls know Soul…?" Death the Kid asked his two female bodyguards, as he tightened his tie in front of his mirror.

It had been at least twenty minutes since he started.

"Yeah" Liz answered casually, as Patty nodded vigorously.

"How strange," Kid remarked, "You two used to be criminals; not to mention dangerous ones…"

Liz frowned. "Hey, don't judge us like that! We already left all that behind!"

"But we where SO BADASS!" Patty yelled to her sister and to Kid, as if they weren't even there, throwing a punch in the air, causing both Kid and Liz to sigh.

"Patty, you're not helping at all…" Liz said, her voice deepening in frustration.

Kid cleared his throat, trying to catch the attention of the Thompson's.

"Look, I'm not worried because of you, I trust you two, but…if Soul comes from the streets as well, wouldn't that put Maka in danger?" Kid commented, not loosing focus on his tie.

"I thought you didn't like her…" Liz responded, crossing her arms.

"That doesn't mean I don't care about her health or her being in any kind of trouble" Kid remarked, decisiveness on his voice tone.

Patty clapped energetically. "Wheee! Kid's a hero, he'll help Maka!"

Liz sighed. "I don't like where this is going…"

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"Hey there…" Soul greeted his patient, as he let himself into the room, not closing the door due the warm temperature that had been around lately.

"Hi" Maka dryly greeted back, rolling over to a side of her bed. No pigtails, no book, no TV. Just her trying to get some sleep.

Now, already and exactly two weeks had passed in a really long time, making Soul wonder how he'd be after the punishment month was up. In the whole time he had been with Maka, he hadn't seen her that down, ever since the TV-show incident, which now seemed to have taken place centuries ago.

And the fact that Soul knew he loved her made him worry even more.

"Say, Soul?" Maka said, not moving from her place, her voice still hollow.

"What is it?"

"I think I owe you an explanation" She quietly recalled, making Soul sigh.

"Only if you wanted to; it's not necessary-"

"I think it's the least I can do after being such a jerk to you yesterday." Maka cut off, her voice sounding slightly angry.

Soul lowered his look, even thought Maka couldn't see it.

"Okay then. Explain" He said, taking a chair, placing it backwards and sitting on it, in such a way that he could accommodate his head in his hands.

Maka was the one to sigh now.

"You see…"

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The day afterwards

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Maka had never hurried herself as hard as she did that day.

Even thought she could very clearly hear Soul's concerned voice telling her to get back, and to stop, she kept on going; this would probably be one of the most important days of her life, and she had to end it the right way, because that's what you do on important days, right? End them as perfectly as you could.

'I'm confessing my feelings to Kid!' she said between gasps, since running did her no good.

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Maka stood almost frozen in front of Kid's door, her heart racing, and her face red.

'Umm…' She weakly muttered, her voice cut by nervousness.

Kid appeared from the other side of the door, his head popping out.

'Oh, hello, Maka!' He greeted, smiling gently. 'Do you need something?' He asked, while opening the door completely, and getting out.

Maka nodded slowly, suddenly growing a big interest for her slippers.

Kid closed the door behind him and stood face-to-face with Maka.

'What do you want? Do you need something?' He asked politely, while Maka tried perking up.

'Umm…You know, Kid…' She started; now her voice shaky, and her hands where trembling slightly.

Kid noticed Maka's not-so-good state and shook her slightly from her shoulders.

'Are you feeling sick?'

Maka froze. She couldn't do this.

At the lack of responses, Kid let go of her and began walking to the elevator's direction, looking worried.

'Look, if you're feeling bad, I can go get Soul and--'

But his sentence was cut by feeling the grasp of Maka's hands in his right arm. Her face was red as an apple, and her eye's focus seemed to lock only on him.

"I..." She muttered, not looking at him.

"You?"

Maka looked up, put on her bravest face, and finally said it:

'Kid, I really like you!' She almost yelled, while blushes still where deepening.

Kid's golden eyes widened at the sentence, and his feet stopped moving.

He stared at the girl who just confessed.

'Maka?' He asked, dumbfounded.

Maka looked at the floor in complete embarrassment.

'I'm an idiot…' She thought, wanting to sink in the floor at that precise moment.

Before Maka could break into a run, she felt a pat on her head.

'Maka…' Kid's voice whispered, as he gave an apologetically sweet stare

'I'm really thankful to you, but…'

Maka saw it coming.

'…I'm really sorry; I don't like you that way…'

Kid finished his sentence as he planted a kiss on Maka's cheek.

During that little kiss, Maka broke.

Her brows curved as much as they could, and no sound came from her mouth; a giant lump invaded her throat, and her shoulders felt heavy.

This was what rejectment felt like.

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"…And that's what happened" Maka finished, her voice being so empty and weak, that Soul could barely hear her.

Being a little too speechless about how Maka seemed so defeated, and how she seemed so different to her usual lively self, Soul could only mutter.

"Oh…So that's what happened…"

Maka covered herself with her blankets, and lowered her head even deeper into them.

Without having anything good to say to cheer her up, Soul started panicking. He didn't knew Maka much, but he guessed that by the type of person Maka was, maybe she'd be depressed for a long while if he didn't do anything. And a depressed Maka meant bad things for Soul, such as concern.

"Oii…Tiny tits!" He called, in expectations of getting Maka angry.

But there wasn't a response, only a groan and light movement.

"Don't call me names now, please?" Maka croaked, her voice sounding heavy.

Soul sweat-dropped. Maka was uneasy enough to actually say 'please'.

'What to do, what to do…' He thought, looking around the room in a hurry.

Suddenly, Soul noticed something peculiar on the hallway.

Since the door had been left open, Soul could see the hallway, and the people going in and out of it. What caught his eye was a little girl; extremely short-dark brown hair, sleepy brown eyes, and a toy-piano in her arms. She was staring into room 106 with curiosity.

"You've got to be kidding me…" Soul muttered to himself, slightly catching Maka's attention.

"Oii, you there" Soul turned to the girl, who flinched at the sight of Soul's mean-looking face.

"I'm sorry, mister! I'll get out of here right away!" The girl yelped, intending to leave the room.

"No, no, get back!" Soul yelled, trying to be as soft as he could, since he was no good at dealing with children. "Can you come here for a bit?" He asked, as the girl timidly walked up to him.

This time, since Soul never ever invited people to the room, Maka sat up to stare at the little girl, her toy-piano and Soul, in front of her.

"What are you doing, Soul?" Maka asked, with a little hint from her normal tone of voice.

The little girl stood next to Soul, a little fearful. "Umm, what do you want, mister?" She asked.

Soul tried to smile, only a toothy, creepy grin coming out.

"What's your na--"

"KYYAAAA! HE'S GONNA EAT ME!!" The girl yelped, jumping to Maka, landing on her arms, and dropping her toy-piano to the floor.

"Uh...This is awkward" Maka managed to say, as the little kid cried helplessly.

Soul's pride, of course, got a little hurt.

So his teeth did frighten small kids…

Maka felt a little sympathetic, and tried smiling to Soul.

"Maybe you should stick to your grins, Soul…" She recommended, while the little girl still sobbed and cried.

Soul sighed in defeat. "Okay…You try dealing with her."

Maka moved the little girl gently, into the floor.

"What's your name?" Maka asked softly, smiling.

The girl rubbed her eyes, as she got her tiny piano up. "Rachel…"

Maka smiled tenderly, and Soul sighed. Why was it so easy for some people to get along with children?

"Rachel; that's a pretty name." Maka remarked, making Rachel giggle.

"...Can I see that piano of yours?" Soul asked, reaching out his arms in Rachel's direction, trying to avoid direct eye-contact as much as possible.

"It's no use if you wanna play with it…" Rachel said, looking a bit sad. "No matter how much I push the keys, it doesn't sound pretty…"

Maka tilted her head a little, and smiled. She thought kids, when they knew how to behave, where adorable.

Soul, on the other side, snorted at Rachel's statement.

"Don't be stupid; of course nothing pretty would come out of just pressing random keys"

Rachel lifted her head to look up at Soul, and so did Maka.

Soul took the little piano from Rachel's hands to exanimate it:

A blue-toy-piano, fairly big, but not too much. Only eight keys, all marked by their respective number, starting by one. Not by their notes, but it could do.

Soul pressed the number one. He closed his eyes to feel the note in a more precise way.

DO.

That 'Do' sounded a little too high to be Do. Like the kind of high-pitched tone of an old children's music box:

So childish.

"What are you doing, Soul?" Maka asked, noticing how close attention Soul was paying to the small instrument, a thing that seemed just so strange, considering how careless or lazy he apparently was.

"Mister, can you play the piano?" Rachel asked in a singsong voice, finally getting some interest in the once-very-scary Soul.

"Oh, come on…" Maka said, snorting slightly. "It's not like Mr. Cool here could play such a classy instrument, besides--"

"Actually, I can." Soul said calmly, cutting Maka short before she could finish her sentence.

Maka's eyes widened, and Rachel cheered.

"Now, move over so I can play something?" Soul asked, making Maka move to one of the edges of her bed. Soul sat in the center and Rachel by the other edge, her little legs hanging into the air, thanks to her short stature.

"What are you playing, mister?" Rachel asked, smiling sweetly to Soul.

Soul smirked, feeling in good shape.

"Try guessing, you two." He said, as his fingers touched slowly each key:

Do, do, Sol, Sol, La, La, Si.

Soul was playing by notes, even though in that little toy seemed more like: 1,1,5,5,6,6,7.

"Sounds familiar…" Maka said, her eyes closing a bit.

"Oh, I know, I know!" Rachel beamed, recognizing the tune. "Twinkle, twinkle, little, star! Right?"

Soul nodded. "Yeah, you got it". Automatically, he played the first strophe, and Maka was able to recognize and sing along in her head.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

How I wonder what you are.

"Did you know that this song's actually the same melody as the ABC song?" Soul commented after playing, to which Maka and Rachel beamed, almost in unision.

"Oh god, you're right...!" Maka said in a surprised song, revising the ABC lyrics and comparing them to the Twinkle twinkle little star one's.

"That's awesome, mister! Play another one!" Rachel chanted, clapping to Soul's playing.

"Okay, okay…" Soul said, scratching the back of his head. "Try guessing this one…"

Soul's fingers moved a little faster, and a longer tune came out:

Sol, La, Sol, Fa, Mi, Fa, Mi, Sol, Re, Mi, Fa, Mi, Fa, Sol, Sol, La, Sol, Fa, Mi, Fa, Sol, Re, Sol, Mi, Do.

This time Maka was the one who lifted her head in realization. Her eyes even seemed to have gotten their brightness back.

"Hey I know that… London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down, London bridge is falling down, my fair, lady…"

Soul grinned widely. "Nice, Maka".

And so, during the whole morning, Soul played various children's songs on the tiny piano, since it was the only thing he could do with the basic notes.

The sounds an little games where so pleasant it was enough to entertain the little Rachel, and to give Maka's smile back to where it was.

All was cool again.

Before the three knew it, it was already afternoon, and Rachel had to go back to her room, which was on the same floor as Maka's.

"Aww…this late already?" Rachel complained, staring at the time on the news. (Soul turned the TV on for a while, since he was getting tired from playing)

"You can come tomorrow if you'd like, Rachel" Maka said kindly, smiling to the girl.

"I'd like to, but I can't" Rachel said, shaking her head.

"Why not?" Soul asked.

He actually enjoyed playing for both girls, but there was no absolute way he would say it.

"I'm at the hospital because I had a big...Uh…tonsil trouble…Yeah, that's what mama called it…" Rachel remembered, pouting about the 'meaningless' little problem she had.

"Did it hurt?" Maka asked, just to keep Rachel on talking, since she was just oh-so-cute.

"Nope, not at all!" Rachel cheerfully responded, smiling widely. "And afterwards, I got to eat LOOOOOTS of ice cream! At the beginning it was really good! But then it got a bit yucky…" She recalled, making little gestures with her hands as she talked.

Soul smirked.

'Ah kids…oh wait. Now I feel old'.

"So, guess we won't see anymore?" Maka said with a little sadness.

"Of course we will!" Rachel beamed happily.

Soul and Maka stared at the little girl with surprise.

"What do you mean?" Soul asked, curving his back a little and hanging to the wall nearest to him.

"Well, if Maka's also here because of those mean tonsils… then she'll be out really soon, right?" Rachel commented innocently, smiling to both Soul and Maka.

Maka forced a small smile. "…Yeah, tonsils… that's why I'm here."

Soul noticed Maka's uneasyness, but at the same time felt proud at the fact that she would be able to act so normal just because she didn't want to make a little kid hopeless.

Maka was really considerate, as Soul recalled.

And that was one of the reasons he was in love with her.

"Then when you get better, you can visit me or something! And Mr. Soul can come too! He'll play more songs!" Rachel said, her eyes loosing the sleepiness they had before entering the room, and growing with liveliness.

Maka nodded slowly, and Soul did the same.

"You got it, Raye". Soul said slowly, 'Raye' being Rachel's assigned nickname by him.

"Bye-bye Maka, bye-bye Soul!" Rachel said, waving both hands at the pair, heading the door, and closing it behind her.

Maka and Soul also waved until the girl's footsteps couldn't be heared anymore.

Maka sighed as Rachel got out.

"Oh…I'd really like to do as she said…" Maka said, in a low tone, hugging a pillow.

"You want to use the emo-corner or something?" Soul asked, rolling his eyes at the return of the depressed-Maka. She could get to be really annoying, if she was able to get down about such little things.

"Why would I? I'm feeling okay now…" Maka scolded, folding her arms.

Soul smirked.

"Only took you the visit of an eight-year old and some of my awesome piano-skills?"

Maka laughed.

"You didn't tell me you could play the piano…That would have been perfect for yesterday's class" She remarked, eying Soul with growing curiosity.

Soul shrugged.

"I don't like showing off that talent. It's pretty un-cool for someone like me…"

Then, he looked at the ceiling. "Believe me, I can do a whole lot you wouldn't even imagine…"

"Like what?" Maka asked cheerfully.

"Well…" Soul sat on the edge of Maka's bed, while Maka was on the other corner of it. "Besides the piano, I can play the guitar…When I was a kid; mom forced me to take flute, and saxophone lessons…"

"No way" Said a dumbstruck Maka.

"Way." Soul grinned. "If I remember correctly, she also made me take dancing lessons, as in balls-type of dancing, tango, ballet…"

Maka snorted, and busted out in dozens of giggles.

"BALLET?!" She practically yelled.

Soul frowned, and his cheeks reddened a little. "My mom was really classy, okay?! It's not like I wanted to learn ballet!"

Maka still laughed, getting the mental image of a very pretty Soul wearing a pink, cute and frilly tutu, going around flowery, colorful, scenery, standing gracefully on toe-shoes, spinning around while a chorus of people singed some random classical music.

It was way too amusing to be true.

Soul sighed, while Maka laughed incontrollaby.

'At least she's okay again…' He thought, shrugging a bit, and smirking.

And the rest of the day had been pretty nice, since Maka had made official the fact that she was over Death the kid, and since Soul's artistic side had came in such a good moment.

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"--Okay, See you tomorrow" Soul said, leaving the room, and closing the door behind him.

Again, a long day. And Soul was exhausted. Every day was exhausting, ever since Soul started working on the hospital.

As Soul was about to leave through the hospital's front door, he heard something.

"Soul" A deep, mature voice said.

Soul glared at the person who called him.

"What do you want, Kid?" He asked, not even turning to his direction.

'Bastard...' Soul hissed mentally; it was this precise person's fault that Maka had been down during the morning.

Instead of greeting casually as he always did, Kid examined Soul with rather cold eyes.

"Liz and Patty told me they knew you" He said, in a somehow serious tone.

Soul grunted. "That so?"

"Yes; and I've got to say, I'm not very happy with that" Kid said severly.

Soul rolled his eyes. "As if you where happy with anything at all…"

Kid frowned. "Look, just don't do anything stupid, and I'll assure you everything will be fine."

Soul didn't really get what Kid meant, but just wanted him out of his sight, so followed his talk.

"Fine by me"

"Oh and also…" Kid searched between his right pocket to drag a little piece of paper out.

"What's that?" Soul asked, finally turning to Kid's direction.

"Liz and Patty asked me to give you this. Now good day to you" Kid said dryly, as he walked off to his own floor.

As confused as he was, Soul still took the paper and unfolded it, without realizing that he was unwrapping a key inside the paper. Soul took it, but still couldn't recognize it.

Liz's messy handwriting could be identified in the paper, with a purple, glittery pen:

Soul.

We're sorry if we/Kid are/is causing you too much trouble.

As an apology, Patty and I decided to make it up for you, with something you always wanted.

You have now the key for our motorcycle.

Remember how much you wanted to ride/own it? It's all yours now.

Come pick it up when you can. (-Insert Kid's direction here-)

PS: GIRAFFES RULEEE. PATTY WUZ HIIIREE.

Soul's eyes widened as his eyes crossed the word –motorcycle-.

That day, without a doubt, had been completely cool.

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End chapter.

MINI-BONUS:

During the time Rachel had been in the room, Maka was getting some books from under her bed;books that she had decided to start reading, but couldn't find the time to do so. She wanted to let Rachel borrow one, since she was such a good kid.

"So you have more than one sad little book?" Soul teased, as Maka glared at him.

"Ha-ha." She said sarcastically.

"Maka?" Rachel called from behind Maka.

"Yeah?"

"What's this book about?" Rachel asked, while holding a red book. The cover only had the words Do Re Mi. The other side of the book only read: By Yukari Ki.

Maka's face brightened as she saw the book. "Oh my god. It's an awesome story! It's so fluent, well-written and sweet it makes me feel awesome by just reading!" Maka squealed, as she hugged the book to herself.

"So, what's up with the story?" Soul asked, trying to open the book, only to get hit in the head by another one.

"NO SPOILERS!" Maka yelled dramatically, as Rachel giggled.

"Whoa! Okay! No need to get so violent!" Soul complained, as he took a look at the book that landed on his head.

It was a green book, and its cover only had numbers: 4242564.

"Oh, great!" Soul said, as he noticed text on the other side. "At least here it says what the story's all about…"

'Nada es lo que parece cuando se trata del número de la habitación de la muerte. Se pierden unas cosas y se ganan otras; pero al final nada será lo mismo...Porque los personajes de…'

Soul twitched. The name of the author read: 'Kiosé'

"Maka, are you learning GERMAN?!" He asked in horror, as the 'Do re mi' book fell on his head, now.

"It's SPANISH you moron!" A very offended Maka responded.

"So, is this book worth learning to understand the language, Maka?" Rachel asked, showing the book to Maka, and pouting cutely.

"Yep! Totally! It's a fun and sweet story" Maka said happily.

"I see! Then I guess I'll read both in some time!" Rachel concluded.

"Stupid book-worms…" Soul grunted, two enormous bumps on his head.

A third one was born, not too long after.

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AN: Chapter 13 is up!

Well, there's really not much to say here except…

Rachel's piano thingie is a toy I used to have a long time ago…(I FREAKING LOVED THAT THING ;_;)and the whole London bridge, and Twinkle twinkle stuff was written by memory, since those where the only pieces I could play xD nowdays i can only play Twinkle twinkle. ;.;

Okay, now a new 'arc' is supposed to start, since Maka got over DTK. But to make matters complicated, Soul knows he's in love with Maka.

What will happen to everyone? You'll find it soon enough :)

About the bonus...

Just a really random and out of place tribute for my two favorite Soul Eater fanfictions, and to the autors, whom i both greatly admire :D

GO READ THOSE FICS, AND IF YOU UNDERSTAND SPANISH, GO READ 4242564, I MEAN IT CX

Bye-bye for now ;D

Stay tuned for next chapter, and please send me your review!