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"I don't need your damn help" - Chapter 1, Downpour.
Maka POV
My life could be considered boring to others yet I just see it as a… unique lifestyle. I get up in the very early hours of the morning, pour myself a cup of tea with a book in hand. I head off to work at a gas station and when no one's around I pull out my book. After work I have a bath with my book in hand and I get ready for bed but not before I finish a chapter from my book.
My life is on repeat and I think I have no complications once so ever. I don't have to worry for relationships as long as I have never ending books with amazing plots and my awesome cat Blair. My life could not be better.
But as if my life wouldn't allow me to be isolated I have to have friends no matter how much I don't want to. Meaning I have to let them have time in my company, leaving out the option to read. So here I was sitting in the freezing cold waiting for my friends to arrive to this 'brunch' or whatever this was, they said some kind of meeting.
"Maka you made it this time!" Patty shouted exited, I smile weakly at my friend. She giggles as she sits across from me, drinking out of her damaged giraffe cup. Patty was a strange one alright, she both loved and hated giraffes, one minute she's all cute and fluffy over them and then the next she's wanting to turn her giraffe plushie collection in collection of flames – yep defiantly a weird one.
"Yep couldn't miss it or otherwise Kid would all up me about being late" I sigh. Kid was one to lecture, Patty and Liz got lectured a lot for being unproper and such. They both lived with their mentor, adoptive brother and the son of the Mayor.
"Aw look you're here on time" Liz smiled as she rounded past the corner, Kid following close behind. They all sit down and stare at me. I raise an eyebrow at my friends.
"What?" I ask. I know what's coming, every time we come for lunch they take my book away from me so I won't take it out at the last minute. I take my out the book I've been currently reading and pass it over to the mayor's son, he smiles at me as he tugs on it as I wouldn't let it go.
I frown as he took it away "Maka I've changed my rules" Kid deadpanned, I raise an eyebrow curious. What does he mean, changed rules, he huffs and passes the book to Liz. "I'm taking away your book for a week" he states suddenly.
Suddenly my world crumbles around me, the background turns white around me and my soul escapes my body. To take away my book is as bad as killing me, the bastard knows I'll never change a book until I've finished the one I've been currently reading. I glare daggers at my friends as they all shrug at my misfortune.
"No Maka, you need a social life other than us. We barely even get to see you as it is because your life is filled with reading books. Until you make one more friend other than us, you get it back" Kid announced as he stood up and walked away with Liz following him.
"Sorry Maka-bear" Patty stated as she stood up and followed her sister leaving me alone without my book. How could they do this to me? My route is ruined! My life is ruined! How is someone supposed to even make a friend within a week? I groan and my head fly's in my hands. I laugh cruelly at myself.
And as if my life couldn't get any better the sky started to turn grey and rain droplets started to pour down. Customers quickly stood up and ran inside the store to get away from the upcoming storm. I felt my clothes start to stick to my body as the rain pelts started to rain down harder. I see a few people under cover look at me weirdly but I honestly could care less at the moment. I hide my face from the world and inhale, smelling the dampness of the water. The down pour starts to worsen and by now I'm already soaked from head to toe.
"Hey are you okay?" I hear someone yell from across the street, I squint my eyes at the person yet I couldn't make out their features through the fog that's started to develop. "You're going to get a cold if you don't get out of the rain!" They stated. As if I didn't already know that would happen if I stay in the rain, I'm not stupid.
I stay silent, looking back at my hands, ignoring the stranger with all my will. They just stood there, staring at me from under their umbrella, it was making me nervous. This is exactly why I try to not socialize with people, they're not books and they are creepy as hell.
After a few seconds, I see their gaze turn away from me and I release a sigh I wasn't aware I was holding. I hear water swoosh and I see a puddle by the table start to ripple, finally realising that I was no longer feeling water droplets fall upon my back. My gaze turns upwards to what I suspected to be the stranger that was previously standing across the street was now currently standing in front of me.
He had dark crimson eyes that could pierce your very soul, dangerous eyes that told you he could kill you in an instant if he wanted to, yet also telling me he had a kind heart. His snow ivory white hair lighting up the dark sky, slightly damp with a shimmery streak of silver through his hair. His refined face and tan skin tone dripping with rain water. I could dare say he was the epitome of handsome itself.
"You should get inside" He commands, I don't move, just staring up at the handsome stranger in front of me. I'm not entranced or anything, it's just a form of confusion as to why he cares so much about someone he doesn't know. It's weird for people now a days to have common decency for others. He still said it with a roughness, an eager, almost as if he was possessive of me, which was a surprising tone to express and one I didn't hear often, almost ever.
I give a blank look, abnormally blinking a lot, just staring at the guy like a creep. I opened my mouth to respond but nothing comes out, I just sit there looking like a fish with my lips parched to talk. He rubs the bridge of his nose gently and sighs.
"Do I have to repeat myself?" He asks aggressively but he keeps his cool, once again with a possessiveness in his voice. My brain takes a while to process what he said and once I understood I nodded, standing up and hitting my head against his umbrella. I forgot that was above me, I swear I heard him call me an idiot under his breath but I shrug it off, not really caring if he was rude or not.
He gently places a hand over my back and guides me into the surprisingly not crowed store. The noise of the rain more noticeable inside than outside. The white-haired stranger guides me into a booth and sits across from me. A woman with short sandy blonde hair came and delivered a vanilla smoothie in front of the guy and walked off without him even ordering. What does this guy pick up girls in the rain often, or something? I've never seen this guy before and he suddenly comes to my rescue from the big and terrible rain, how many times does that happen to a person?
"So, I should go. Thanks for I don't know waking me up?" I state and stand up, I look over to him, his eyes staring me down with intensity and patience. Confusion rushes over me, his stare keeps me in my place, my feet stuck to the floor. How the hell does a complete stranger have so much advantage over me? Him staring me down was making me uncomfortable yet also comfortable at the same time, confusing I know.
"Yeah good plan, I'll accompany you home" seriously what is this? Inviting himself to walk me home? I don't know anything about the guy, he could be a serial killer! He slides out of the booth quickly and leaves money on the counter and looks at me as if waiting for me to start walking. I rise an eyebrow and look at him awkwardly, the guy sighs.
"I'm not a stalker, I'm not a rapist and I swear I'm not a murder" He states walking towards the door. Without even realising it I follow him, my feet working on their own. What's wrong with me, following a guy I don't know, I can't take his word, I don't even know his damn name for crying out loud! I know better than to do this, I don't like people. The only people I really follow are teacher because their known to have a good education and a good nice quite life.
"Why are you looking after me?" I ask my voice shockingly low and petite. He turns around and looks at me with a hard and unemotional stare, I gulp.
"My brother said I couldn't do one good deed for a person, you seemed the most helpless to prove him wrong" He deadpanned shrugging, his face, voice, eyes all unemotional. There was nothing in his soul, almost as if he was lost, broken or empty. I blinked at his comment. Wow such a nice guy to just help me because he wanted to prove something, that defiantly makes me feel better about myself. Even if I got sick I could miss work tomorrow and try to do want 'normal people do' when sick and sit in front of the TV I barely use and eat noodles with a blacket wrapped around my body.
"Wow, thanks" I say under my breath sarcastically, walking past the guy, out the door. The cold air instantly hitting my damp body, my spine shivers and I tighten my jumper around me even though it won't help consider it's cold itself and the pouring rain isn't helping much either. I hear familiar rough footsteps walk after me as I walk down the street, I huff and stop, turning around to those dark eyes.
"I thought I was taking you home" The guy stated. I thought I didn't need to tell you I wanted to be alone but I guess I do. I groan and run my finger through my pigtails to try and calm me down. He gave me a raised eyebrow as he finally noticed my choice of hairstyle, I swear he almost scoffed in amusement upon whispering 'she really is helpless'. The damn jerk, I take away my comment calling him handsome, he is self-centred and probably a rich kid with too much time on his hands.
"Yeah you can take me home if you want to be a stalker" I resort, this time he actually laughs, this guy is making anger boil up inside of me, the arrogant asshole. This dude doesn't even know me and he just laughs at me? I thought he might be a concerned decent human but I guess here in death city we don't have those.
"ha ha ha, I like you" he responded as if I were a silly little child, this guy's seriously getting on my nerve. If Kid didn't take my book away this guy would've gotten such a bad Maka-Chop he would be left with an ident in his brain. "Let me finish this good deed and I swear I'll be out of your hair as soon as we arrive at you front door, I swear lady" He stated rising his arms in an innocent action, with what I suspect to be the closest thing he could do to puppy eyes.
"Fine, but after that you're out of my life, I don't like you very much" I reply with an eye roll and walking back up the street Mr Jerk following behind me. The rain started to stop a tiny bit, something tells me it's not going to give in until the night or the early hours of the morning tomorrow.
"Oh, but I thought we were getting along great lady" He whines, slouching beside me, I feel my head pulsate with anger, this guy's nerve.
"Don't call me lady" I resort. I think the weather is making me feel worse, the grey clouds, the sun hiding behind the never-ending fog and this miserable sack of human beside me. Who evens helps someone random just to prove something to someone else? In my mind, I call them selfish assholes or privileged rich kids, this guy could be either or very well both.
"Why, you don't like it?... Lady" He grins, his Shark like teeth showing, taking me by surprise but I soon recover and turn my gaze away from the male. I groan internally only causing my groan to become louder, I roll my eyes. How far away is my house from here? My groan only makes him smile more.
After what seems to be forever of anger and resentment we finally make it to my house. The guy eyes it up and down with an eyebrow, first he judges me but now he's judging my house, not cool. I hear a soft meow purr past the contents of the door and that seems to attract the guy's attention. He walks up my path and opens my door to have his eyes land on my perfect purple furred cat, Blair. The best pet I could ask for. His face lights up like a kid at Christmas as he picked up the feline. That's the first time I've seen him smile, let alone his face change in the slightest.
"You didn't tell me you had a cat" He smiles, petting the animal, a purr erupting from her throat. No Blair don't like this person! Out of everyone she hates in this world other than me she has also like the guy I'm currently despising. I can't believe the predicaments I get myself into. What happened to my organised life? Everything was going perfect and according to plan until Kid stole my book. This is all the Mayors sons fault.
"Well I don't know you and I don't have to tell you about my personal life" I reply, he laughs. This guy must be amused by other people's lives. He turns his gaze away from the cat and looks at me, I mean really looks at me. His blood red eyes boring their way through my soul, as if testing me, challenging me. What does this guy see me as? Why do I care what some stranger thinks of me? I don't care what people think, I don't like people.
"Though that is true, you seem interesting" the dude states, his face returning to that normal no emotion expression he's had on the whole time since I've met him. He sets Blair back onto the ground and she scampers away into the house. "See you never again lady" he says as he walks away down the street and pulls out his phone to text someone, not looking back at me.
What is it with that guy?
I huff, stop thinking about someone you've never really met, don't know the name of and a matter of fact know nothing of. I step inside and make myself some noddles, grab my blanket and cuddle up on the couch as I watch a movie. Blair coming in and joining me half way through the movie. As I slowly fall asleep with my cat in my arms my thoughts deceive me and begin to wonder to a white haired, red eyed and cocky male.
This is going to be a story with chapters, I hope you enjoyed chapter 1, reviews are welcome and appreciated, thank you.