Inspired from Fall out boy's song Just One Yesterday.

Summary: Two weeks and three days have gone by. His phone stayed blank, not receiving a single call or text from the girl he missed and desired.

Contains: Implication of abuse

Forgive me, princess

The sound of gunshots from a M16 resonated in his small apartment. Fingers smashed on the controllers to his Xbox, one more absentminded than the other. The man beside him smashed his fingers on the colorful buttons as his eyes stayed fixated on the screen of the flat screen TV. His eyes fell toward the blank screen on his phone.

"Ha!" The guy exclaimed and Soul's character fell down on the ground. "Four in a row. You got to step up your game or else I will dominate you."

Soul wrinkled his nose and narrowed his eyebrows. "I don't want to play." The controller roughly hit the dusty glass surface of the coffee table. "I'm not in the mood."

For the first time since he started the Xbox, Kilik's eyes snapped away from the TV. "Why? What's wrong, man?" He paused the game and placed the controller beside the other. His dark orbs wandered toward the blank phone of his. "Have you heard something from her?"

"No." Soul slumped down on the couch and massaged his eyelids tiredly. "It's been two weeks and three days. Nothing on Facebook, Instagram or Tumblr. Tsubaki hasn't heard anything from her either."

"Oh." Kilik put his hand on Soul's shoulder and gently patted it. "I'm sure she will call any day now. She can't be silent forever, right?"

"You don't understand!" Soul roughly slapped his hand away and slumped forward. His hands irritably ran through his hair, gripping handfuls of hair and almost ripped them from his scalp. "She's so freaking smart, too smart for her own good, she's so stupid. She's throwing everything away for― for―" he growled loudly with annoyance and ripped at his hair. "Fuck. It's so damn frustrating not hearing her voice anymore. Not after that."

"Listen man." Kilik leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he peered at his friend. "She will come around. You're best friends after a―"

"I don't want to be friends!" Soul roared and shot right up from his seat. He snarled lowly, exposing his savage teeth. His fists stayed clenched to the point his veins popped out of his knuckles. "I know we have chemistry. My feelings are reciprocated, I just don't understand how she can brush me away like that."

"Dude." Kilik got up on his feet. "Calm down. Have you tried to call her?"

"I spammed her phone the first two weeks. I called her but she would always reject my calls and she never answered one of my texts." An exhausted sighed escaped through his chapped lips and he sunk back on the couch. "It's just…" His fist slowly relaxed and his eyes slowly drained from the rage he felt. "It sucks being rejected. Especially from a girl like Maka-rena."

"Really?" Kilik raised his eyebrow. "Maka-rena? That's your pet name for her?"

"She likes bad repetitive songs. Just like Macarena. But that's not the point!" He slapped his forehead. "I don't know what to do, dude! She doesn't want to be with me, and I can't even think about her being with that fucker."

"You know what you got to do." Kilik smirked toward Soul and slid down on the couch again. "Let's grab some eggs and trash his house. We could bring a baseball bat and destroy his mailbox. I bet Black*Star want to tag along and Kid could always bust us out of trouble if needed."

"I don't wanna."

"You know you want to. Then we could hit the clubs and we could find a hot girl for you to relieve yourself with."

"I don't want another girl!" Soul's back straightened. "It would be wrong to Maka." His hand found his chest and gently rubbed his left side. "I feel so much for her. It's just not something that can go away after egging someone's house or sleeping with a random girl. I just want to talk to her."

"You know where she lives." Kilik slumps back on the couch, his head resting on the red armrest. "Why don't you simply visit her?"

"I can't. She lives with her―" his nose wrinkled "―him." He snarled.

"You do know what you got yourself into when you met her. You knew she had a―"

"Don't say it!" Soul quickly covered his mouth with his tanned hand, but not as dark as Kilik's skin. "I don't want to hear it! I know but I never thought I would end up feeling like this for her."

Kilik quickly removed Soul's hand. "Dude, you need to do something about your feelings before you explode. You know what a mush of feelings Black*Star was before he and Tsubaki started dating. Get your priorities straight, go after her or you forget about her. If she hasn't contacted you by now, maybe she won't ever."

Soul sighed and collapsed on the couch. "Rejection s―"

Loud bangs on his front door resonated through his apartment. The knocks on the door were loud and quick, whoever was on the other side of the door was in hurry.

"Coming!" Soul yelled and got up from the couch, only the banging seemed to quicken. Soul gripped the doorknob while Kilik peered curiously over the couch. The doorknob twisted and before he even could fully open the door, it ripped wide open.

Soul's eyes widen when he saw an exhausted and out-of-breath Maka. In her pajamas it seemed. She pushed Soul back inside of his apartment and swung the door shut behind her, making sure to lock it behind her.

"M-Maka?!" Soul exclaimed as his eyes wander up her bare feet and exposed legs and arms. It wasn't appropriate attire for a winter in Nevada, even though there was never any snow, it could still get quite cold.

"S-Soul." Tears almost clouded her eyes.

Before he knew it, Maka had tackled into his chest and hugged him tightly. On instinct his arms wrapped around her tiny frame and held her close to him. "What happened? Why are you wearing shorts in winter?"

"I will make us some hot coco!" Kilik quickly yelled from over his voice and headed inside of Soul's kitchen.

Maka sniffled loudly and buried her face in his chest. Her face was cold and so was her back. Almost as cool as ice. "I'm sorry."

"You're cold as ice!" Soul inhaled loudly and steered her inside of the living room. He made her take a seat on the couch and immediately hurried inside of his room. Ripped the blanket from his bed, he returned to Maka and wrapped it around her. "You need any extra clothes? Pants and maybe a hoodie? Kilik will soon return with―"

"Stay." Her hand caught his.

He couldn't deny her. He took a seat beside her and placed his hands on her biceps, warming her up slowly with friction. Only the friction from his hands and Kilik rooming around in the kitchen was heard.

"I'm so stupid." She murmured and leaned into his touch. "I thought maybe there was a chance I could make a difference, you know, for myself."

He cocked his eyebrow. "What are you t―"

"The hot coco is ready!" Kilik strolled inside with a tray of two mugs and a tea can. "You drink up. I'm going to head home." He placed the tray on the coffee table beside the controllers. "And you do remember Soul, priorities."

Soul's mouth opened and closed, wanting to say something, but Kilik walked out of the front door.

"Can you please lock it?" Maka whispered, taking a mug from the tray.

"Sure." Soul got up and locked the front door, returning to her. He found Maka staring forward on the screen with Soul and Kilik's game paused. "Did I interrupt your guy's day or something?"

"Nah." Soul grabbed the remote and pressed the red button. The TV screen turned blank. "We were about done."

"Ah, good." Maka fiddled with her fingers on the mouth of her mug. "I wouldn't want to cause any trouble."

"You know you can interrupt anything. I don't mind."

"Thank you."

The room turned silent. Maka blew on the steaming surface of the coco and took a sip. Awkwardly Soul grabbed the other cup and took a sip of his own. The liquid burned his mouth and he suppressed a whimper. His throat burned as the chocolate mixture journeyed down to his belly. What was he supposed to say? Something had obviously taken place, forcing her to leave her home and run to him.

After what had last taken place between them, he was unsure of how to act around her. Could he still joke around with her? Was it still okay to call her Maka-rena, or would that be too weird? Maybe it was for the best to take a step back in their relationship.

He held the hot mug in his hand, gazing down on it. He had longed for this moment. Wanted her to explain. Wanted to feel her like that again. Of maybe, just maybe, forget she belonged to someone else and pretend like she was his. Like he always wanted her to be.

"I thought I did the right thing." Maka spoke, lowering the mug from her lips. "For myself that is, you know. I know it would've been easier to simply come with you."

Soul snapped his head toward her. "What do you mean?"

"That day." She didn't meet his eyes, staring down at her mug. "Everything with Ragnarok was going sour from a long time and with his… ways… my feelings for him was completely gone and I just…" She took a deep breath, her shoulder rising and then lowered. "I guess you came in the picture."

"Is that a bad thing?" Soul nervously tapped the white mug in his hands. A habit he had developed when he met Maka.

"Oh no!" She shook her head, her pigtails whipping her face. "Having you as a friend was never a bad thing. I have always enjoyed spending time with you, and somewhere during that time, I did start developing feelings for you."

His heart skipped a beat, immediately he put his mug of coco away on the tray. Carefully he placed his hand over hers on her equally white mug. "You do like me? Then why did you run away after I kissed you?"

He detected a light blush growing on her cheeks. "It's not like I wanted to run away." Maka gulped as her green eyes watched as Soul pried the mug from her hands, placing it on the trey. "I would've loved to stay with you, but I had to take care of Ragnarok."

"Then what is―" His eyes widen. The skin under her eye was blue. Too blue to be from fatigue. Soul grabbed a hold of his blanket and tugged it down from her body. She gasped loudly and countless of blue and purple bruises covered her arms and legs. The ones most disturbing was the red hickies on her inner thigh glaring at him. "What the fuck did he do?!" Soul screamed loudly with horror, his eyes stayed on the angry red marks on her intimate part of her thighs.

"Soul." Her hands cupped his face, her hands much warmer than before. Gently she steered his eyes to hers. The purple mark under her eye started to turn a little green, proving it was an old bruise. Probably days old. "Ragnarok isn't an angel, he is abusive and I was sick and tired of him. I knew before I could start things with you, I had to finish my relationship with him. I wanted him to feel pain. Leave him quivering in pain and desperation." Her eyes left his. "But… I didn't succeed… He's a hard nut to crack and I just couldn't take it anymore."

"Maka-rena." He cupped her face and gently steered it toward his. "Is revenge important to you? Do you really need it to be with me?"

She turned silent, only looking into his crimson ones. His heart pounded loudly in his chest and he didn't doubt for a second she could hear it. His throat ran dry as he watched cogwheels turn inside of her head. "… No." She finally uttered. "Or well, to some degree. It's hard to explain. I just can't take this anymore. I really do like you and I want to be with you, I can't wait any longer. I will come up with something to get him back. At least a li― UMPF!" Soul's lips smashed onto hers and unlike the last day they saw each other, Maka eased into the kiss and gently kissed him back. Their mouths moved soothingly together, no rush or hunger to press further. It was soothingly. Comfortable.

Their hands laced together and their thighs rubbed against each other's. Their mouth opened and closed, gently kissing each other just to kiss. A simple act of intimacy, to simply be closer than they were twenty seconds ago.

They had no clue how long they kissed, simply shutting themselves in their private space. When their lips parted, Soul rested his forehead on hers and smiled gently. His heart tumbling in his chest with joy. "I like you a lot, you know."

Maka giggled and nuzzled her face in his chest. "I know. You said that before you kissed me. And you know I like you a lot."

Soul smirked wide and released her hand, gently tracing her spine. "And since you are now officially with me, Maka-rena, we could fuck a little with Ragnarok. I got a pack of eggs and a baseball bat. How about it?"

What was supposed to be a cunning and sinister smile proved to be playful in his mind, spread on Maka's face. "Hell yes. He will be a whimpering mess when I trash his nice Lamborghini, like "oh, princess, please forgive me, I promise I will change, please, just one more yesterday" and then I will plant a hot one on you before I grind his face into the ground while throwing rose water on his ugly face."

Okay, maybe his Maka-rena could be evil.

"Go for it. Watching you beat your ex to then get a make-out session, I wouldn't really care if Kid wouldn't be able to bail us out."