Her body shifted against the sheets ignoring the throbbing in the back of her mind. How could he not be Soul? It isn't bad enough that he looks like the exact same replica as him but his attitude just screamed the too-cool-for-you idiot! How could she be wrong when he had the same voice, same length of hair and god damn those half lidded eyes of ease! She groaned out clearly defeated from the day's surprises. Maka moved the sheet above her head letting the fabric caress her cheek. Her vision might have lied but her feelings didn't. Soul, Chase, whoever the hell he was, she knew him even if he denied it. Even if she tried to deny it, she knew him.
A creak at the door caused Maka to still "Maka…" Her father's voice filled the room, she sighed not moving hoping he would go away. "I know your awake you toss and turn like a seizure patient when you're asleep, it's so adorable!" Maka didn't even hesitate as she flung the nurse's book at his face.
"Shouldn't you be at work papa?" Feeling the heat she pushed the blankets away motioning towards her jacket. "Or were you at the bar again?" He pouted at her handing the jacket over that she put on swiftly.
"You're so mean!" He poked his forefingers together as he squirmed towards her. "I just wanted to see you. You're always so cold to papa!" She sighed moving around her now crying relative.
"We both know you don't just come and see me without another reason." It was a mere fact, he never did come over for pleasure. No doubt it had something to do with Death's odd appearance at her doorstop this morning. "Is it something to do with this boy that looks exactly like Soul?" She eyed him then, noticing his furrowed eyebrow and avoiding gaze. "Papa…" She squeezed the book in her hand.
"I need you to come back do DWMA." Her breath hitched, her feet moving back as she nearly hit the desk. She looked towards the hunched over man, his hand cradling his forehead as a stern face of concern showed. "I wish I have another choice Maka, but I need you to be safe." She frowned, safe? She was safe, safer than she back home. Here she wouldn't get harassed by old school mates pretending to die at the other end in a grave attempt of being her lost friends. Her heart clenched, she couldn't go home.
"I can't go. I have studies." She tried to sound calm and reassuring like her studies meant a great deal and she actually needed to do the homework she had completed the first day she got it. She cursed, damn her and her constant need to be in control!
He mumbled something she couldn't quite hear but decided to ignore it. "Maka, you don't have a choice either." Her eyebrow twitched in annoyance, didn't have a say? This defiantly had something to do with today's odd occurrence of both Death and this Chase boy, and whatever it was she didn't want any part of it. None of it.
"Tell Death he can find a new meister." She huffed her reply turning her back on her father. She felt big hands wrap around her waist as she felt her feet leave the ground. "Papa don't you dare!" She screamed as he flipped her over his shoulder, her legs kicking and hands punching against his back. "I hate you! I hate you!" She knew she sounded like a child as she saw people crowd around the scene, she didn't care though, this was damn right outrageous!
"Maka please!" His voice cracked and Maka's heart lurched, he was hurting as much as she was. She sighed as she felt limp against his back, her eyes watering as she cursed herself for giving in. Closing her eyes she tried to remember DWMA the place that cursed her when she returned alone and frightened, the people that scorned her and called her a runaway, people that had once been her friends. She trembled as spirit put her in the car seat letting Blaire help prepare her suitcase and turn into cat form to sit in her lap. Her hand pattered her out of habit smiling as she purred against her skin.
At least she would have Blair.
"Oh, I forgot to mention, you aren't going alone." His voice sounded sheepish as she turned to look at his guilt struck face.
"Papa, what's going on?" He didn't reply causing her body to stiffen as they parked outside a mansion of white. No kidding, everything was white. The roses, the whole house, even the fence. It felt like some sacred ground that no one could dare enter. Aweing the surroundings she wondered who would have lived here, maybe a prince or a princess. She quickly laughed that imagination away, like someone like that would live in the outskirts of Death City. Still, they had to royal or incredibly rich. Her eyes spotted the mail box "Evans" her heart stopped for a second, they were outside Souls house? She quickly faced the door that had already been open. White hair and red eyes looked at her. His black suit clinging to his body like it was made for him, the toothy grin he sent her made her hair rise and goosebumps settle.
"Soul?" She heard her father cluck his tongue.
No, his name is Chase, that family took him in though because of that reason. I recommend you don't call him that, he has such a nasty temper!" She watched her father rub a spot on his thigh his face hard and menacing as he eyed the boy. "Don't worry Maka, I'll protect you from him. He isn't worth such a beautiful woman he is too plain and simple."
"Who you calling plain and simple?" Maka hadn't even noticed the car door opening as Soul's face peered into the car, she blushed turning around letting Blaire frolic to her feet curling into her jacket. It was not Soul. She chanted the same sentence in her head as her father snapped an insult towards him as he got in the car. "Calm down old man, I'm not interested in delusional girls" The way he enthused on the word girl caused Maka's inside's boil.
"If I'm a delusional girl what does that make you?" Spirit awed in admiration and she quickly waved it off as she watched the boys mouth twitch in a devilish smirk.
"One hell of a guy." She huffed making his smirk widen.
"I would of said short, but whatever makes you feel better." She heard his gasp as she smiled smugly against her seat. He wasn't Soul, but that didn't mean she couldn't talk to him right? "Why is Chase here anyway papa?" Chase chuckled into the seat mimicking her name for her father. She raised her book only to wack it against his face.
"Serves you right." Spirit nodded at Maka's actions before commenting on her question. "He is your partner." The car nearly collided in a tree as both of them screamed their protests into Spirits ear.
"What do you mean partner?! Why do I even need a partner, this is unfair I have my own weapons!" She squealed her statements totally oblivious to the look on Chase's face.
"Weapons, what kind of school is this?" Maka's eye twitched as she looked towards her shrinking father.
"Care to explain papa?" She sighed after hearing that Chase had never known of his new enrolment into this school until today, perfect. Even more to her amazement her own father left the part about weapons and meisters for her to explain to him. "Students are assigned with partners, though there are two types of students, weapons those who can transform into actual weapons and those who wield them the Meisters. Once you are partnered who can go into the battle ground where you will find Kinshins those who kill and gradually turn people insane, once you collect their soul the weapon will devour it." She nodded her head as if discussing this topic was a part of her forte.
"They eat their souls? Cool." She looked back to see a relaxed Chase, his eyes closed as his arms crossed over his chest. He looks exactly like Soul. A coughing Spirit brought her back just to pull back her hand that was about to touch his hand. She blushed looking towards the scenery clenching her hands within her pocket. "Wait, what do you mean partner? So who's the weapon and who's the meister with us?" Chase pulled himself into a sitting positin letting his head casually droop between their head rests. "Wait didn't you say you had your own weapons, so I'm the meister that gets to wield you?" He grinned at her after a small wink causing her face to re-heat as he whistled. The car stopped to a halt as Spirit gripped onto Soul's collar smiling into his face.
"Now, now, remember Maka is a young lady. So of course you are the weapon." Car's beeped behind them as Maka wacked her now overworn book against her father's head to prompt him back to driving. She sighed; this wasn't going to be easy. Chase acted exactly like him and even her father seemed to tense around him like he used to with Soul.
"I do have my own weapons but I'm the meister." Soul hummed out making Maka's whole body twitch in annoyance.
"But I'm not a weapon?" She glared at him then. "Don't stare at me like that." He pouted making Maka want to hurdle a book against his smug appearance.
"Of course you are." He shook his head.
"I would notice if I was you know?" He had a point making Maka frown. What exactly was going on?
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I have to stop leaving the chapter on a cliff-hanger I know. I'm just so addicted. :x
I have finally come up with my perfect plan for "Chase" and Maka. I hope you like it!