Normal p.o.v
"Nope, no fun! No fun will be had!" Maka shouted trying her best to get away from the demented chainsaw. Despite his good looks, Giriko was a huge asshole. No 17 year old virgin would want to be stuck witht he drunken weapon.
Giriko smirked. "Listen here you little shit, you. You don't really have a choice. Your hands are tied." Maka sighed, he was right, her hands were tied. Giriko, was rather amused by the uptight meister. He grabbed her waist, and pulled her hips to his. Maka ignored the warmth between her legs, and the warmth of Giriko's body. She kicked, trying to escape his grip. She kicked him in the shin, just hard enough to loosen his grip. She backed away, having trouble getting away due to the size of his bedroom.
"Why did you even request me, you sick perv?" Maka demanded. Giriko leaned on the black wall, and crossed his arms. The truth was, he didn't know why he had requested her. He figured it would be fun, but nothing more, right? "Your boobs are bigger now, you know." He pointed out.
Maka sweatdropped. Thats why? "My fucking boobs?! Thats why I'm stuck here with you?" She yelled. Her face getting red and her heart pounding with embarssment. She couldn't deny, she was falttered deep down, deep, deep down. Yes, Maka has changed a bit. Bigger boobs, longer hair, even nicer legs. No deyning her beauty. To top it off, Giriko was the only one to ever show an enterest in her.
"No, Your legs too." Giriko smirked. Maka narrowed her eyes.
"Damnit you sick perv!" She yelled. Giriko rolled his eyes at her stupid little tantrum.
"Thank you. Look, I'm not gonna rape you, but you will cave in. Trust me." Giriko said, sitting down on his bed. "Your welcome to sit with me" He smirked. Maka rolled her eyes, and sat down next to the chainsaw.
"How long to you think I'll be here?" She asked. The question caught him off guard. He chocked an eye brow. "A while.." He answered.
Maka thought for a moment. "Well what about food, bathing, and clean clothes for me?" Maka asked. She was truly worried about having clean clothes. Not being clean, and feeling dirty and smelly would only make this whole situation worse for here. "We have clothes for you, you'll use my shower, and don't be fucking stupid, we have food." Giriko said, messing up Maka's hair.
"I need a shower..." Maka mumbled, blushing. Giriko tensed. "You can't escape through the shower Maka."
"I honestly just want to take a shower!" Maka yelled, making Giriko flinched at her yelling for once. "Try anything, you'll die." He warned. He stood up, and got something from under his bed. "This bag has your shit in it." He threw her a clean bra and underwear. She blushed, waiting for the rest of the outfit.
"Give me the rest of the clothes!" She shouted.
"You really need to stop shouting." Giriko said, opening a bottle of whiskey. "You forget you are a prisoner, and your gonna do what I say. So go take a shower."
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Yeeaaaah, I didn't spell cheak. I promis next time I will, but I have alot on the brain of mine. AND GOOD NEWS! A really good writer, '8girls8boys' is writting a Giriko/maka!
and thanks to you fucking lovely readers. I was so starstruck when the auther of 'grinding my gears' noticed this here story 3
