SURPRISE ... AGAIN! A big hello from Tea here! Soo I was really in a writing mojo and decided to upload the next chapter considering all the positive feedback and tons of views I've been getting. At first, I wasn't enthusiastic about this chapter but having finished it I really really like it! I hope you do too. I know it's shorter then most, but that's because I couldn't push too much into the plot just yet. I'm saving the good stuff until you guys help me out: 1. I mentioned in the last chapter I needed help deciding what costumes all the characters should wear (except for Maka and Soul). I still really need help with that, so if you have any ideas PLEASE let me know! 2. I also want you guys to pick what will happen in the story next which will be happening soon so please let send me a message saying either "Scenario A" or "Scenario B" - I'm not telling you what they are, they're surprises! heheh Um, I think that's it! Hope you enjoy and please REVIEW!
Chapter Four . Confrontation
- Soul -
Soul didn't have the ball for more than a minute before Black*Star came charging forward and snagged it from him. As if that didn't piss him off enough, Black*Star managed to slam into his bandaged hand, causing Soul to burn to pain and throb achingly. "Asshole." Soul grumbled, watching as the blue-haired ninja took a shot and scored.
"NNEHEHE! Can't take my godly ability, huh Soul?!" He boomed.
Soul merely rolled his eyes and rubbed the sweat from his forehead. His mind idly flickered to his Meister, as he wondered if she would be returning soon.
Beside him, Kidd straightened his tie and stood calmly. His yellow eyes trailed after Black*Star has he romped around the court in triumph.
"Yo Kidd!" Liz called. "Patti and I are going to do some shopping too. We're done here. See ya later!"
"Buuhbyeee!" Patti sang and the two Weapons left.
Kidd waved them off and turned back to his two companions. "I should probably be off myself. There are lots of preparations that are needed for the party." Kid waggled his finger in amusement. He flicked his gaze on Soul. "Are you coming?"
"I'M AN HONORED GUEST!" Black*Star broke in with a cackle.
Soul slipped his hands in his pockets and shrugged. "I dunno. Maka hasn't mentioned anything about it."
The young shinigami's eyes lit up in interest. "Are you going to attend with Maka, then?"
Soul's lazy crimson eyes studied Kidd for a moment. His gaze glanced off thoughtfully as he sorted his thoughts. He sighed dismally in response and shrugged once more. "I guess I'll talk to her about it."
"HAHAH! I wonder what Maka will be!" Black*Star snorted, as if already having a pitiful image in her head.
Soul laughed himself and shook his head. He was curious too about what she would dress up as. Maka hated getting dressed up, so the very thought sparked his interest.
"Like she would look good in anything with her tiny tits and ass!" The ninja howled crudely.
Soul's laughing stopped short. He fixated his maroon eyes on Black*Star and probed him a dark look. "Oi, Black*Star shut up." He warned lowly, but his friend had no intentions of stopping soon.
"A nun is fitting, don't think?! Or, or, how about a book?!" Black*Star threw his head back in another spasm of harsh laughter, being the only one who thought it was hilarious. "That way she can cover herself up! Hah! It's not like anyone would go inside that "book" anyway!" Black*Star waggled his eyebrows and snorted.
Kidd, who had remained quiet the entire time darted his gaze between Soul and Black*Star. He frowned disapprovingly at Black*Star's crude humor and opened his mouth to say something, but got cut off. Out of the corner of his vision, Kidd saw Soul lunge forward. In the instant it took for Kidd to look at Soul, his head snapped in the opposite direction, following Black*Star's body that propelled across the court and skidded to a halt. Kidd flicked his gaze back on Soul in surprise.
"What the fuck was that for!?" Black*Star shouted, sitting up to rub the side of his face as he glowered at Soul.
Soul glared darkly at Black*Star. His crimson eyes shaded by the white hair that swooped past them. He flexed his fingers, glancing down at the hand he had just punched Black*Star with and shoved both of them in his pockets once more. He let out a hot breath and returned his unwavering gaze back to the blue-haired ninja who stood up. "Don't insult my Meister like that." Soul growled, clenching his pointy teeth together.
Kidd blinked, now at a lost for words. He studied Soul with bright, intrigued eyes as he dismissed himself.
"I have to go." Soul sighed and glanced off. With his cool composure returning, he waved goodbye and sauntered off.
"What the hell.." Black*Star mumbled in confusion, watching as Soul threw on his jacket and sped off.
The loud rumble of Soul's motorcycle, and the crisp Autumn breeze whipping across his face eventually brought Soul back to his senses. He let out a gentle breath, reflecting on his past actions. He couldn't really come to a conclusion about why he had hit Black*Star. At least, one that made any sense to him. Soul shook his head, feeling his earlier agitation return. Maka was his Meister, so Soul wouldn't stand for that. Right?
He slowed on his bike as he neared the center of Death City. He glanced around idly, something catching his attention. Soul stopped beside a large oak, its falling orange, red and golden leaves casting a splotched shade over him. Soul fixated his disinterested expression on a familiar red-headed death-sythe. "Don't you have any pride left?" Soul called out, watching the death-sythe strut out of ChupaCabra with two curvy babes wrapped around him.
Spirit focused his gaze toward the voice he heard and glanced down beneath the shade of the tree. Leaning against his trash-bike rested his daughter's trouble-making delinquent partner.
Soul grinned in amusement as Spirit jumped out of the waitresses arms and straightened himself. He fumbled over his tie and took a staggering step forward, clearly still recovering from last night's hangover. "SHUT UP you droopy-eyed octopus head!"
Soul laughed and neared him, offering him a disapproving shake of his head. "Some death-sythe you are. No wonder Maka is so ashamed of you." He grinned, his crimson eyes glowing in amusement.
"MY MAKA-!" Spirit choked and hung his head, a stream of fervent tears pouring down his face. He jumped back up and glared down at Soul (who was almost as tall as him), swinging his arms in exaggeration. The gesture caused a whiff of alcohol and perfume to float past Soul. "Don't you dare touch my beloved Maka!" Spirit threatened, his eyes aflame.
Soul snorted and rolled his eyes. His shark teeth curled into a taunting grin. "You don't have to worry, why would I touch someone as flat-chested as Maka?" The image of Maka sleeping on the couch suddenly flitted into Soul's head and his grin fell from his face.
"YOU DAMN BRAT! I'LL KILL YOU!" Spirit bellowed. "My Maka is beautiful! She's perfect, my beloved dearest Maka, every man's desire, oh Maka!-"
"Jesus Gramps, quit your whining!" Soul sighed and took a step back as the death-sythe, void of any self-pride, crumbled down to cry on the cobble street. Soul groaned and glanced away. Suddenly, he was up in the air, held tight by Spirit's grasp. "Oi, h-hey!" Soul snapped, struggling to break free.
Spirit glared at Soul, his eyes cauterizing the crimson eyes he hated. All traces of alcohol left his system as he held him up, despite his struggles. "Don't you dare hurt her, you hear me? My parenting skills are nothing to boast about, but she is all I have left. She cares for you, and you don't deserve it. If you upset her... I'll kill you."
"Tch.." Soul clenched his pointy teeth together and staggered backward when Spirit let go of his jacket. Soul straightened himself and jammed his hands back into his jean pockets. He internally growled at the situation he had gotten in; so uncool. He glanced away, watching leaves make their twirling descent to the ground. His eyebrows knitted together in contemplation. Eventually, he glanced up at Spirit's expectant gaze. "I'll always protect Maka." He promised firmly, keeping his gaze unwavering to confirm his promise.
Spirit studied Soul for a long moment before he relaxed and a small, nostalgic smile of amusement spread across his face. "You're not a kid anymore, you know that?"
Soul's grin mirrored Spirit's. He's known Spirit for about 5 years; when he first partnered up with Maka when she was twelve and he just thirteen. And now that he was seventeen, going on eighteen he couldn't help but feel respectful (barely) to the perverted death-sythe. Soul shrugged dejectedly, "I'll see you around, Gramps."
Spirit watched as his daughter's Weapon slouched off and jumped on his bike. It snarled to life and he sped off. "DON'T YOU DARE DRIVE LIKE THAT WITH MY MAKA!" Spirit called after him desperately. He took a step back, smiled slightly and walked away.
Soul drove through the city slowly, his earlier urgency gone. He glanced around the city, feeling a sense of deja-vu. The laughing sun was still high in the sky and Maka wouldn't be home for a while longer. He still had so much time to kill, and yet he had nothing to do. Cool guys like me always have plans! Soul thought to himself disgustingly. Spirit's words still echoed in his head, overpowering the growl of his bike.
She cares for you.
Soul sighed irritably and found himself pulling off the road. He parked his bike and walked through the city, engulfed in his thoughts. He let his feet carry him to where ever and glanced around curiously. The park was surprisingly quiet, which brought solace to the death-sythe. He settled himself beneath a tree and glanced up at the sky. It took an agonizing amount of time for his thoughts to shift from his fight with Black*Star to his talk with Spirit, until finally, his mind hummed into his piano pieces. Soul placed his hands behind his head and watched the clouds swirl past lazily. His thoughts and senses were beginning to cloud with a haze of sleep. Even as the music in his head washed over and lulled him into slumber, Soul fell asleep with his thoughts drifting back to his Meister.
-fangirl sigh- Souuulll you're in denial~ I dunno know about you guys, but the last paragraph makes me feel all fuzzy with fluff adorableness. Review please! xoxo