A quick (and maybe long) Author's note is that to those who are probably wondering why haven't I uploaded a chapter for LiC yet, the problem is I am thinking of how to make Maka develop her scythe skills and such plus I still have to total up the votes.. So you're going to have to wait a little longer. Also people have been asking when Soul and Maka will get together in this story, I'm really sorry to say that they ain't getting together so fast and I've been trying really hard to speed it up and it's not really succeed so well. (Blame it on laziness lol.) And I hope that you will stay with me on this. And you are really awesome to get 200 reviews plus 13k views! On with the story~
"Dia…. Stop throwing books please….." Maka pleaded as she looked at the two unconscious men lying on her floor.
The blue-eyed girl stabbed an accusing finger at her. "But you do it all the time!"
"It's different for my case alright?" She snapped, trying to take in all the drama that had happened today and she wasn't doing so well. Dia whimpered at the hostility of the lawyer's tone, slightly frightened of her.
"Damn woman…. She your daughter or something?" Soul groaned as he tried to sit up, still feeling the ache in his skull.
"Come by me again?" Maka hissed acidly, arming a book.
"Nothing…." Soul murmured as he pushed himself back a little, bracing for the impact on his head.
"Why did you have to come and ruin my life? Do I have to leave again?" Maka said helplessly, leaning into the chair.
Soul glared at his crush, unable to believe that she could say such a heartless thing. "YOU left us. YOU ruined us. We wanted nothing more but to help you through your plight but you let no one in." He chided bitterly. "Not even Tsubaki."
Those words seemed to stab her even deeper as tears pricked her eyes, not knowing what to say. She really didn't want to drag them into her past.
"Who are you to judge?" Maka challenged. "Have you ever had an incomplete family? Get bullied everyday of your life?" A home you couldn't go home to? Stay out of my life and go back to your oh so perfect one, alright?"
"I'm sor-"
"What can sorry do? Can it bring my mom back to life? Change my past? Get out of my house unless you can do such things." Maka interjected, ignoring Dia's constant attempts to catch her attention and make her think otherwise.
Annoyed, the albino boy blurted out recklessly. "Why don't you shut up and let me finish. I said I'm sorry for ruining your already wrecked life."
"Then why did you even come and find me? Would you like me to pay for your airplane ticket back to Nevada?" She said sarcastically.
"That would be utterly lovely but we'll be staying for a while." Kid clamped Soul's mouth from saying something even more stupid that will anger his ash-blonde friend.
"You don't belong here." Maka seethed.
"I don't think there's such a law." Kid smirked, leaving Maka's mouth gaping open. Maka turned and slammed her bedroom door shut, peeved.
How the hell am I going to survive with them here? She thought as she pounded on the floor, enraged.
She settled down on her seat, switching on her laptop and drummed her fingers impatiently on the table as she waited for the laptop to start up. She wanted another cup of coffee but she definitely want to brave the storm outside, hell no.
For what felt like eternity, the laptop was booted and ready to go. Clicking the mail icon, she opened to find a really weird subject: Job Recommendation
"What the hell….." She murmured as she clicked it open.
Miss Maka Albarn,
We are really proud to inform you that we would love for you to grace us with your presence at the University of London to give a lecture to our law students. Many of them had asked for you as they admire your skills and you being one of our graduates, we hope you could help them excel to become better students. You may choose an elective to your liking and you will be paid well. For more information please ask our enquiry at xxxxxxxxxx. (A/N: Refrained from using any real numbers, hope you understand what I mean)
Your sincerely,
The management of the University of London
Maka looked at the email in disbelief, trying to reason herself why her University would want her to teach. She loved the place but right now she had a lot on her work load. But that is something I really should consider. I can't just abandon Dia….. She mused as she wrote a reply on what were the course available and her working shifts. She hoped that it would be manageable for her as she definitely wanted to continue practicing law.
I really don't want to leave… She mulled as she lied on her bed, wishing she could be invisible so she could only be visible to those that truly need her in the law firm.
Would leaving be best for her to continue her journey to forget? Stay and accept everything? Those wild, fragmented thoughts flashed past her mind. She knew the consequences of leaving. They would be crest-fallen once again and determined to track her down even if she was in the most remote corners of the Earth.
The determination from their eyes proved that but they wouldn't simply let her get out of their grasp again. They wanted her to be in their lives and she thought what a horrid mistake it was. Wouldn't they think that she was tainting their minds with her malicious thoughts?
I'll have to leave again…. I'm so sorry Dia but after Jonathan's case….. Her mind went black before she slipped in dream land.
1 Month later~ (Seriously, Time Skips are the epitome of going fast xDDD)
"What happened? Why does Ms. Grumpy look so happy now?" Soul smirked as he sipped his hot chocolate, watching Maka as she capered around the apartment.
"She won her case and she was grumpy as she didn't have much of a huge lead a few weeks ago." Dia said in a matter-of-factly tone, answering Soul's question.
"Oh shush Dia!" Maka squealed as she continued her merry victory skip.
Though it was much to Maka's dismay that her gang stayed with her throughout the entire month (which is making her escape plan harder to execute), they provided the warmth that she missed dearly.
Unbeknownst to her gang, she had already accepted the job request and moved some of her things to her old London apartment along with hiring a housekeeper to clean her apartment. She definitely did not want to go back to a dusty apartment filled with cobwebs.
A few more days till I'm gone from your lives again huh? Maka thought as she headed back to her room, closing it.
She packed some of her clothes, knowing that she could buy some clothes at London as she was pretty sure the good clothing stores were still there. Hopefully, seeing some of her items there would make them think that she went out only which makes it perfect for her to make her escape.
All that was left was to mail it over and go out as per usual like she was meeting a client when really she was leaving. She could only pray that it would go as planned. The only one who could possibly track her down properly was Lord Death who never did object her decisions.
She thanked him for that. (A/N: It's getting so cheesy xDDD)
"Soul, what time are you leaving?" Maka hollered from her room, closing the luggage and hiding it in the closet.
"In about ten minutes?"
"Alright!" The lawyer giggled as she leaned against the door way. "My oh my, you guys are getting cozy together aren't ya?"
Soul and Dia immediately jumped apart and sat on the edge of the couch, looking a little flustered. They were caught up in their conversation such that as each of them started to argue, they sat closer and closer together subconsciously.
Maka must admit that it was pretty darn cute. The only problem was that her chest was aching. What is this feeling? She thought as she tried to will the ache away. It only helped a little.
She really never had any time to lose any longer.
2 days later~ (YES I'M SPAMMING TIME SKIPS YOU GOT A PROBLEM?!)
"Maka I'm heading out for a convention!" Dia shouted across the apartment as she unlocked the dead bolt.
"What kind?" Maka murmured, trying hard not to hide her delight that her plan was going perfectly.
"Animefest."
Shooting her a quizzical look through the door, she asked. "Cosplay and such?"
"Yea." Dia grinned.
"Be back by 11 at night."
"Alright."
"Bye~"
And the door locked with a click.
Time to go! Maka scampered out of her seat and brought out the handbag where she packed everything she needed. As if she really needed anything from the start. All she needed was her passport, car keys, London house key, some money and her guitar.
She left another letter to all her friends, knowing that they would definitely find it.
I wish you all the best of luck in your life. I can't bear to drag you into my past so please stop finding me. Dia, you were the best companion I could ever have to make me stop hurting yourself. You have a brighter future than I so treasure it well. Go on with Tsubaki and the rest back to Death City. Liz, Patty and Tsubaki, please take good care of Dia like she is of your own. She's really fragile. To the trio of idiots, you were always like brothers to me, nothing more.
Maka Albarn
P.S. Tsubaki, I have a special email for you. So please make sure you are indeed the only one who reads it.
Locking the door behind her, she felt a little light-headed as she knew that Dia had Soul now and she didn't have to worry about anything anymore.
(A/N: And my mind goes fudging blank so it's complete and totally bullshit from here. You really don't have to continue if you don't want to)
A few hours later~
"That was so fun! Maka I'm home!" Dia shouted as she giggled, inviting her newfound good friends into her house.
"She must be out. I'll call her." Dia murmured as she quickly grabbed the phone off the counter before dialing, only find that the line was not available.
"She didn't reply did she?" Tsubaki smiled as she grasped on the letter tightly, piecing everything together already. The events happened too many times that she knew it all too well. It seemed like they were stuck in a time-warping cycle, always repeating and never moving forward.
It could only change unless she comes back to them on her own and stays with them. Until then, she would keep avoiding them with all her might. If it was Stein, he would just strap her to the lab table and change her brain set. Not such a good plan.
"Dia, you need to go back to Death City with us." Liz muttered as she pat her head lightly.
Her blue eyes widen to meet the oldest of the Thompson sisters. "Why?"
"Maka had to leave due to occupation reasons and she doesn't want to drag you around. Pack up; we'll be leaving a few hours." Soul put on a calm demeanour as Dia tried really hard not to break down.
"B-B-But what about the apartment?"
"Already settled. There was a person who needed an apartment badly and we sold it to him." Kid grunted as he snapped the phone shut. He was glad that he knew a few housing estate agents which were a precaution if they needed to stay there for a few years.
"I'm sorry about Maka, she's always like that." Patty patted her back sympathetically as big blue eyes glistening with tears.
"I'll get over it easily." She stuttered as she tried to hold in her sobs. Maka was like a mother she never truly had and without her, she would probably have died off in the streets.
"We'll do the best to make you feel home alright?" Tsubaki said as she brought her into a hug, causing Dia to cry on her expensive shirt. Maka might never return to them, they all knew and dealt with the fact of it. Now it was time for her to get over with it.
Later back at the gang's temporary apartment~
Tsubaki rushed in and slammed the door, quickly booting up her laptop in a rush.
What could Maka possibly want her to know? She pondered, pacing back and forth in the room. She never left personal messages for them; even if she did she would actually address it to everyone. Not only her and what made her so special. She owed everyone for the silence after all.
Dear Tsubaki,
You're probably infuriated by the time you read this and all I can only do is say sorry. However, out of everyone, I think you deserve to know more than the rest. I left again and you're probably livid to read this but yea. I am in London, our old apartment right now. It feels so nostalgia ya know? Please do not come for me unless it's strictly emergency alright?
I beg of you to update about what is going on in everyone's life, especially Dia's as I really care for her. Do that for me would ya?
Maka Albarn.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me." Tsubaki muttered. It was the first time in months she cussed and she didn't like it at all. If she truly cared for them, she wouldn't have even freaking left. She'll never get Maka's mentality.
Somehow, she had a gut feeling that she would come back.
What's on my fic rack: This may seem a little mainstream but I don't really care as the story is great. It is Music Save's the Soul by Dancing in Crimson!
I've always loved this author's story as it's like a perfect love story with its own problems that make the relationship more worth it. She's a serious SoMa shipper and I must tell her, PEACE OUT! This story is about a simple bartender who has an awesome voice and comes across the rock star when he was chased by a group of uber crazy fans.
Their fates intertwine and Maka gets hired as one of their new singers for their band which is so darn popular and she finds herself in a constant whirl wind of popularity. But everyone has their own dark past and Soul is not an exception.
What will happen when innocent oh Maka stumbles across it and learns everything?
Alright, I hope you *cough* enjoyed this chapter *cough* and please leave a review and don't forget to fav and follow as it shows me how much you love my stories. Not me, my stories. And I know some of you are females so I'm not going to become a bisexual, hell no.