Two Long Weeks Later
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There had been really nothing more gross than doing Soul's laundry. Especially since Maka detested his very existence! Ever since he had run off with Black Star and Tsubaki he had been acting like he was some kind of god. Maka rolled her eyes and thought of Black Star, "That must be where he got it from..." She mumbled to herself. "Still the nerve of that jackass, to just dump his clothes in the laundry room like they were going to do themselves..." Her teeth gritted in annoyance.
"You look flustered, must be thinking about me, huh, Maka?" Maka jumped at the sound of his voice. "Don't do that!" He laughed at her discomfort and leaned on the door frame. "Be careful, I don't think we have a door frame in this house strong enough to hold your ego, jackass."
"Not cool, Maka."
"Not- excuse you?" Soul crossed his muscular, uncovered arms and arched an eyebrow. "What's your problem anyway?"
"I don't have one."
"You're making this impossible. You never used to be like this."
"Haven't you heard?" Maka laughed, as if talking to herself, "I'm going nuts."
"Well it's your fault"
"MY-my fault?" Maka had to bring her voice down an octave in order to finish her sentence and not echo the laundry room.
"Yeah."
"How dare you preach at me. I am washing your underwear. Your grown ass man underwear and you have the audacity to pester me and stink up my bubble with your bull. If anyone is at fault it's all of you idiots surrounding me, I've had enough." He uncrossed his arms and stood up straight walking toward her, "had enough, huh?" He had a mocking tone and his form towered over her, "What did I do, Maka?" Her head dropped slightly and she hesitated before having shaken off what she really wanted to say to him and walked around him, "Nothing, forget it."
"Really? All of this sass and you're holding back on me now?"
She ignored him and kept walking until she reached her bedroom door. She placed her forehead against the cold surface and fought back the tears that threatened to breech the surface. How could she ever find any kind of hope in the little boy she once knew? How could she be so pathetic, to just sit and wait for his return to save her from the darkness. Nothing could save her from the darkness instilled within her mind, not even him.
"Why do you keep walking away from me?" Maka jerked and stumbled, almost falling on her ass. She didn't even hear him come up the stairs! With all of that weight how had he been so quiet?! "Will you just stop!?" That did it. Her voice had more of a shrill sound to it. Her attempts to keep the tears back weren't holding through very strongly. "Just leave me alone, okay?! I can deal with this myself, I don't need anyone's help!" Soul Eater lowered his face in front of her and smiled before he whispered ever so softly, "No." No? Was that really all he had to say? No? Her anger was boiling in the pit of her stomach. "Maka, do you remember that time I let you inside my head? To see the madness first hand?"
"Why wouldn't I? Probably the scariest thing I'd ever witnessed."
"Well, now it's your turn, let me in." Her expression turned from sour to almost hopeless at his words. He wanted her to let him in, exactly what did he mean by that?
"If I do that, you'll just take what's left and leave with it again." With that being said she composed herself, "I'm going to lay down." Maka made a note to not slam the door behind her as she made her way to her bed.
If I do that, you'll just take what's left and leave with it again. Soul sat on the couch in silence. He asked her to let him inside her head, what the hell was she talking about? He shook his head and put his feet on the coffee table. Honestly, had she been this bitter toward him the whole time? He just needed a break from all of it. He couldn't help it, he felt like he was causing her damaging, emotional stress. Soul sighed and looked at the clock. 12:01 am.
Maka had been in shambles upstairs while there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. For some reason that fact absolutely shook him mad. To beat it all, she was like this because of him. If he would've been able to foresee this, then he would have never left.
He stood and headed upstairs to his bedroom. The floor between the door and his bed had been littered with articles of clothing, for some reason he couldn't stand sleeping with clothes on. Even if he went to bed fully clothed he'd always wake up naked or half naked.
It couldn't have been that long before he heard the raindrops begin to beat off the roof. Thunder shook the sky and lightning struck across the window pane. Quite frankly, all of that rain gave him the undying urge to piss so he rose from his sheets and headed down the hallway. Not once did he think to stop and make sure he had some type of article of clothing on. His large hand reached for the bathroom door but he stopped abruptly. Voices were coming from Maka's room, one belonged to her but the other...
He listened for a moment before he'd realized she was on the phone with someone. "Yeah, it's just a struggle. Nothing to worry about really." Who the hell was she talking to at this time of night? Soul bit the inside of his mouth trying to match the voice with a face.
"Really, Kidd I'm fine." Kidd. His stomach turned and he gritted his teeth. Death the Kidd, huh? Well. Soul couldn't really explain the feeling that came over him. He pulled the bathroom door open and slammed it shut. "Oh crap, I think I woke him up. Well anyway, I'm gonna get off here and rest, okay? Thanks Kidd." Maka rose and stood outside of the bathroom door, "Soul…are you okay?" She really couldn't believe she had been asking. Like she cared. A few seconds passed and the bathroom swung open to reveal a not so bright looking Soul Eater, "Yeah, just fine."
"Okay? Well sorry I asked."
"Death the Kidd, huh?"
"Excuse me?" She looked up at him.
"What's that about?
"What…?" Maka shook her head and gave him a confused look.
"Your boyfriend?"
"What?! No-! Wait, why do you care!?"
"I don't!"
"Good!" Soul stepped out of the bathroom but stopped when Maka fell backwards while stuttering. "S-soul?! Where are your clothes?!" Soul stopped and looked down at himself, "Close your eyes, damn pervert." Maka closed her eyes, instinctively, as he walked by and tried her best to suppress a giggle whe she peeked between her fingers at his butt.
"What just happened?" She mumbled to herself and crawled back into her bedroom. Why was Soul acting that way? Just because she talked to Kidd on the phone? Really? That was all it took to piss him off? And she didn't even want to think about his appearance. Hadn't the guy ever heard of wearing clothes? Like seriously. It wasn't like she'd never seen the male anatomy before, but still! Her face was flushed red, ten times over as she cover herself completely with blankets.
