Maka woke up sneezing. There was a whole bouquet of allergy-inducing pollen right in front of her face. She picked a note out of the flowers.
For the girl who is anything but weak
-Death the Kid-
She blushed and smiled at the thoughtful gift, then sneezed again and grabbed a tissue. There was another note on the tissue box next to the flowers.
For tiny tits.. I thought you might need these. -Soul
"I would so Maka-chop him if he was here right now!" Maka thought angrily. With perfect timing he wandered out of his room with sleepy eyes and his messy morning hair and walked directly into a flying box of tissues.
"Damn it, Maka!" Soul growled, rubbing his head. "It's only 8 in the morning. Can I at least have breakfast before you start beating me up?"
"No! Wait, breakfast? It's my day for breakfast," Maka started to stand.
"No, no, no. It's fine," Soul ran into the kitchen before she could get up. "I've got it."
"Hmph!" Maka threw her blanket aside and got up anyway. "You can't trick me into lying around all day."
"Whatever," Soul replied. Their pancake mix was in the very back of the cupboard. He picked up a couple of jars that were in front of it and threw them onto the ground, sending shattered glass across the kitchen floor.
"What was that?" Maka called.
"Um, nothing. I dropped something. Don't worry about it," Soul answered. Why did I do that? He started carefully scooping the shards into the trash. "Agh, fuck!" With a handful of glass his hand suddenly became a fist and tightened until the splinters were buried deep in his palm. What the hell am I doing? His hand was bleeding profusely and he ran into the bathroom.
"Get out!" A naked Maka shrieked, grabbing a towel to cover herself.
"I'm not looking, I'm not looking!" He held his hand under the faucet, pulling glass out of his hand and washing the blood away.
"Huh?" Maka leaned over his shoulder, holding the towel tightly around her.. "Why did you do that?"
"It was, um," Soul hesitated. What do I say? She'll freak out if I tell her the truth. "It was just an accident. Can you hand me the bandages, tiny tits? I'll take care of this and get out of here in just a second." She didn't even Maka-chop him for his remark. She fixed her towel so it would stay up on its own and made him sit on top of the toilet seat.
"Maka, I can take care of it. You don't have to-" he tried to pull his hand away from her.
"Shut up," she ordered. She pulled up a stool and sat down in front of him with his hand in her lap.
"Ow!" She dug into his palm with a pair of tweezers to dig out the deeper shards.
"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" She tossed the bloody tweezers into the sink and pulled a bottle of hydrogen peroxide from under the sink.
"I really don't need that, seriously, no, come on Maka, have a heart, agh, damn it!" She poured the burning, sizzling liquid into his cuts and held his hand tight until he wiggled away and shoved it back under the running water. She grabbed him again and wrapped up the wounds.
"There. You're all done," she stepped away and nodded for him to leave. "Don't do it again."
The witch cackled away in the darkness. Her snake had embedded itself inside of Soul and begun to take hold of his body. Soon she would have complete control of the young weapon. It was only a matter of time until her plans would become reality.
Maka sat in class the next day with Soul sleeping on one side of her, and Kid creating a perfectly symmetrical drawing of the DWMA on the other.
"I took notes for you while you were in the infirmary," Tsubaki said with a smile, handing her friend a paper for every lecture she'd missed.
"Thanks, Tsubaki," Maka exclaimed. "This is great!"
Stein rolled into the classroom on his stitched up spinning chair, digging his heels into the floor and coming to an unsteady stop in the middle of the room.
"Alright, class! Today we'll be, um," Stein trailed off, staring slack-jawed up into the rows of students.
Why is he staring at me? Maka shifted uncomfortably. Wait a second, he isn't staring at me... She looked closer at Stein's eyes and followed his gaze. He's staring at Soul!
"We are, um.. We are," Stein stammered. "Class is canceled! Practice group soul resonance, dissect someone-er, i mean something. I don't know. I don't care. Don't kill anyone." He ran out of the classroom, abandoning his favorite chair.
Soul looked up with a yawn and noticed the students swarming out of the room. "I slept through the whole class. Nice!" Then he noticed Maka and Kid staring at him. "What?"
"Hey, Maka!" Kid changed the subject and asked nervously, "since class is canceled, we should go get some food or something. I mean, if you want to." Maka began to answer but didn't quite get the chance.
"Sounds great! I'm starving!" Black Star shouted.
"Yeah, we should all go," Tsubaki suggested. Maka agreed. A day out with her friends was just what she needed. They all walked into town together, with Kid dragging a few steps behind the rest of the group.
I don't feel right, Soul thought. He stopped walking. He tried to catch up with his friends, but he just stood there.
"Soul?" Maka paused to look back at him. "Are you okay?"
"I-" His mouth clamped shut. What is going on with me today?
"Now," the witch commanded. "Make the young reaper bleed."
Soul crouched and kicked Kid's legs out from under him, then he grabbed the back of the reaper's head and drove his face into the stone. No, stop! What am I doing?
"Aghh!" Kid twisted out of Soul's grip and swung back, slamming his heel into the scythe's temple. Kid jumped back and spat blood onto the ground.
"Soul! What the hell are you doing?!" Maka screamed, hurling a book at his head. He caught it and easily tore it in two, tossing it aside. I can't control myself. I can't stop!
"Yes, I have complete control." The witch proclaimed. "Paint the streets with his blood!"
Soul's arm became the blade of his scythe and he lunged towards Kid.
"What are you doing, Soul?" Kid barely dodged the attack. "Stop this!" I can't! Please, get away from me!
"Medusa! I command you to leave this boy's body!" Stein charged out of a nearby alleyway, ducked under Soul's scythe arm and attacked directly with his soul wavelength, sending Soul flying across the street. Damn, that hurt! Soul tried to use Stein's attack to his advantage and regain control of his body, but Medusa's grip on him was too strong. He could only manage to release her hold on his voice for a moment.
"Maka! I can't control- agh!" He was silenced again, and his legs began pumping beneath him as he bolted away. Stein sprinted after him.
"Students, Kid, are you okay?" Miss Marie came running up to them. "What happened?" The students stared at her in a shocked silence.
"I don't understand what just happened," Maka said, her voice wavering.
"Soul is insane, that's what happened!" Liz yelled. "He just attacked Kid out of nowhere, like he was trying to kill him!" She turned on Maka. "Your partner is a crazy person, you know that? How could you not know that? You live with the guy, for crying out loud. Did you know about this?"
Maka stared back at her with wide, watering eyes. "I, no, I swear.."
"This doesn't have anything to do with Maka, Liz! Don't talk to her like that!" Kid stepped in front of Maka, defending her. Liz snorted and crossed her arms.
"Your nose is broken, idiot. You're asymmetrical."
Stein returned a minute later to find the bloodied Kid having a mental breakdown in the middle of the street. Miss Marie looked at him expectantly and he shook his head. "He got away. I don't know where either of them are."
"Professor Stein?" Maka asked quietly. "What's going on?"
"Medusa has somehow taken over Soul's body through indirect soul possession. She has complete control of him," Stein explained as he grabbed ahold of Kid's nose and cracked it back into place. He pulled Miss Marie aside to speak with her privately as Kid recovered. Miss Marie nodded and turned back to the students as Stein strode away.
"Maka, you can't go home until we get this figured out. Can you find somewhere else to stay?"
"You can stay at the Death Mansion," Kid offered, then spat out a bit more blood. "I mean, if you want to."