Number 1 rule of writing. Don't write when you're hungry, because then the first few paragraphs happen. Thanks for all the support against writers block. I will carry on, I hope. Any inspiration is greatly valued. I think it was just this chapter that I had myself hung up on. I'll let you know.
Jisko: that it was Soul's house? Very perceptive.
Evans: You'll have to wait a bit for that, sorry. :)
Dinos: right in the heart...
Lialane:educate me...bbg?
hungergames: muhahahaha, you'll never know.
wolfrunner: paitence my friend, it's a virtue.
Find me all you can on a Soul Evans.
Maka's Pov
Why can't he just tell me what wrong? After all this crap doesn't he trust me? The same strong of thoughts have been running through my mind for months. It seems like the more time passes the more I feel like I can't do anything for him. How do you save someone who doesn't want to be saved?
"Oye Maka? What are you doing in bed?" Soul's outline cast a shadow onto my bed morphing into a dark trembling blob. I force my eyes from the bed trying to remind myself of the charms Blair out on the house to prevent any on those things from entering.
"I don't know. What do people usually do in bed? Oh right sleep, I'm sleeping. Or I was…" The light behind Soul fades away and is replaced by the light above my bed. I recoil from the sudden brightness and hide my head under the covers while I wait for my eyes to adjust.
"Sleeping is a normal answer unless you know it's 6 o' clock at night. So what else do people do in bed? You know I haven't seen BlackStar all day…" He ducks in time to avoid the first book sent flying towards his head but can't react quick enough to block me from slamming another.
"You're such a perve. What's for dinner?" I wander out of my room still dressed in my clothes from today. The kitchen smells like garlic and cheese and my mouth instantly waters in response.
"Well from how hard you hit me, most likely brain matter. But I did plan on Italian." He walks past me into the kitchen grabbing a pot from the stove. The tomato and basil soup smells heavenly and I drift toward the table. He places a bowl in front of me and one spoonful is all it takes to make me almost faint.
"Dear God Soul! Who taught you took cook and how can I steal every recipe they have ever made!" He sets down a plate of spaghetti carbora and it sizzles as it settles. The bacon glows a crisp and crunchy golden color as he shreds fresh parmesan cheese on top. So this is what heaven feels like huh?
"You'd have to visit a grave if you wanted to meet them." It's so natural I almost respond until I realize it's in his head. Lately I have noticed that the more we resonate the more often I accidently hear Soul's thoughts and he hears mine. It caused quite an issue last week when I was at Liz and Patty's and we were discussing Kid's butt. I have never seen Soul angrier. Men and their unconfident sexuality. I guess I didn't really make it better by saying they could have been his thoughts.
Somehow the meal seems less appetizing and I only take two plates instead of the usual 4. Hey, a girl's gotta eat. "Soul, you ever going to answer me?" I take a bite and almost miss his answer.
"My mom did." His voice is quite in the background noise of the kitchen. He clangs some pots in the sink and I recognize him trying to avoid the conversation.
"She must have been a great mom…" My eye's stare at his back until he turns around to face me. For a moment they almost seem to hold tears before they revert back to a deep red color. He walks over and sits across from me helping himself to some food.
"She was." The silverware clinks against the clay plates and I stop midbite as I wait for him to continue. "She was always so careful with me and my brother. Anytime we wanted something she would make sure we got it. I remember one time that Wes and I were playing in the kitchen and we spilled a whole box of salt in the soup. She wanted us to learn from our mistake so she made us eat it without any water!" He laughs unexpectedly and leans back in his chair.
"Well that explains why you never over salt anything." He is still trying to gasp out a reply when I take my next bite.
"Oh- yeah-… I swear our faces were stuck in the most screwed up positions for weeks." He smiles fondly down at the food then looks up to me. A smile creeps its way onto his face and I feel the urge just to stare at him the rest of the night. But, I know it's impossible for me to do that and get what I need to know.
"So what happened to your mom?" I say it causally staring down at my food. I pick at the last few bites of my second plate and contemplate on going back for another when he speaks.
"She died. End of story." His voice is strained and I hold myself from looking up. I know I can only see stomach wrenching pain.
"You'll have to tell me some time. Before it's too late." I force my eyes to meet his and he's glowering down at me. It's one of those looks that make me feel so small and useless.
"Don't worry about it." He breaks contact and carries the dirty dishes into the kitchen and sets them in the sink. I sigh knowing I have failed yet again and wonder what to do the rest of the night when a small knock raps against the door.
I wander over with Soul still on my mind when I place the hand on the door knob. "Give it to me you little brat!" I have time to jump back before the door falls off its hinges and slams flat.
"No you obnoxious ball of poo! This is for big sis and So-So! Casey Slap!" The gold whip shoots BlackStar flying and he lands with a thud back in the open door of his room. Casey stands up and dusts herself off before skipping into the room.
"Oye? Casey you got a mission for us?" Soul emerges from the kitchen with his hands still slightly damp from the dishes. He grabs a towel from the stove and begins to wring his hands.
"Yup, yup! Your dad said to report to him before you leave though. I'm sorry…" She gives us a kicked puppy look before scurrying away to slip something under Kid's door.
"Oh great what does the buffoon want now?" I haven't seen Spirit since he tried to break down the door to the apartment while I was in the shower. He said since no one answered he thought we were in trouble.
"Beat's me, with him you can never tell. You done eating?" I sigh looking back to the still partially fully pot of delicious Italian food.
"Yeah I'm ready."
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The huge oak doors swing open with our arrival and the cold wind whips through the empty hall. A few months back Spirit hired a bunch of people to help keep the house up to date in hopes we would move back in. Yeah right.
"Oh good you two are here I have a very important matter to discuss with you." We look up and see Spirit on top of the stairs looking down at us with his hands in his pockets. He slides down the banister in one fluid motion. Right before the edge he hits a bump and over corrects, toppling the remaining ten feet over the side.
He lands with and "Ooof" but Soul just stands next to me awaiting orders. "You two are so unkind to your papa." He frowns and his eyes start to water. I feel the vein in my forehead start to pulse as I repress the thoughts of how best to hide the body.
Soul's PoV
"Yo pops. What did you need? We're on a bit of a time crunch." I waltz into the kitchen and skip past the empty fridge and into the cupboards. I know I'll at least find Ramen there. Maka has followed behind me with my dad hanging from her leg.
"You know old man, you keep doing that and I'm going to start thinking' you do it so you can look up her skirt." Before I have even opened the package my father has jumped into a dark portion of the kitchen and is tracing small circles in a depressed manor. Maka rolls her eyes but smiles taking the bowl of water from me and pouring it in a pot. I was just going to nuke it but whatever.
"So what did you want?" Maka is standing by the stove stirring the water. I see it every night but it still never loses it's beauty. In a moment dad is back by her side trying to hug her but being pushed away by and hand to the face.
"Oh Maka baby! Why are you so mean to papa? I just want to love you, is that so bad?" She sighs and shoots a glare that could turn boiling lava into ice-cream. Spirit turns a purple color and clears his throat.
"Ehm right well, Soul if you come with me while Maka finished cooking we can finish this up quickly and get you two going." He twitches his hand my direction. Maka keeps stirring but I can sense that she wants me to stay.
"Anything you say to me can be said in front of my meister." I lace my hand around her waist and smile when she doesn't tense up. I guess she's forgiven me about earlier.
"Look you little octopus head, I know better than you and this is not something you want her to hear." His eyes squint and I just smirk pulling Maka into a quick hug.
"Fine I guess I'll have to soften the serious news. Please wait here." He turns and saunters out of the room muttering to himself. Maka pauses and looks at me.
"What do you think is so somber he had to interrupt us leaving for it?" She wrings her apron nervously and its so cute I almost leaning in to kiss her, but manage to restrain myself. Things are rocky enough between us as it is. Things haven't really been the same since the Manson mission and I just… I don't know.
"I'm not sure he had a pretty serious look in his eyes. It must be important to him, whatever it is. I mean he was able to stop himself from crying out for you to love him so…" I wait patiently for my ramen as she pours it into a bowl and places it in front of me. I'm slurping down some noodles as Spirit walks in.
"So what do you want, Spirit? I'm not in the mood to play house maid." Maka flips the used pot into the sink and grabs a couple napkins for me.
"Oh Maka baby, why can't you just love me?" She throws a pan at his head. Just keep eating your ramen Soul don't get involved.
"Right well um please have a seat." He gestures to the chair next to the table. I can't help but notice that he points to the one futurist away. She sits down and I sigh sadly.
Before Maka can ask again he crouches down below the island. I look at her confused but she doesn't seem to know what's going on either. I open my mouth to ask my dad what the hell he thinks he is doing wasting our time.
"Hey kids, I'm Jerry the happy dragon." What the fuck is this?! Spirit is holding up one of his nasty old socks. He has glued on two googley eyes and is making it talk with his hand. Oh god no.
"It's pretty nice being a dragon. But, sometimes, I get lonely. There is this really pretty lady dragon down the road names Sarah and I like her a lot." Kill me! Not a prayer, it's a demand. This is a sick joke god, SICK! His other hand pops up with pink sock from the time a red shirt got in with his whites. He has also used some tomato juice to make red lips.
"Hi there Jerry. You know, I think you're kind of cute. How about we go have sex?" Spirit pops up from behind the counter. Maka and I are way to speechless to react. "Now what should Jerry should say is that he is waiting until after marriage. Because he respects Mak- I mean Sarah and isn't a little octopus head. Any questions?"
Maka raises her hand above her head like she does in school. Even in this situation I find it adorable. "Um yeah, what is this?"
Spirit looks at Maka before leaning over the counter to hold her hand in a vice-like grip. "MAKAAAAA YOU ARE SO INNOCCENT! This is why I have to give you this talk. To keep you away from little dirt bags like Soul! Please, Please, Please, Maka. Don't sleep with him.
"You dirty old man! What kind of girl do you think I am?!" It was at that moment that the world froze and it began to rain books on Spirit's head.
I hate to face the dark,
When I'm standing alone.
I'd give you my heart,
But I must reap what I've sewn.
You are for to kind, for someone like me.
So I'll suffer in silence, this I guarantee.
Om: Having some issues there?
Me: Yeah…
Om: It's okay, you tried?
Me: …Have you been drinking?
Om: Itty bitty tiny whiny bit.
Me: Dear god. We're doomed.