Day 2: Nose Bleed (Soul's POV)

Plot: In Which Soul takes things a tad bit too far in hand-to-hand combat training with his meister.

"Come on, this is not hard!" I groaned, every part of my body screaming in agony. Since early morning, Maka and I have been training, but it wasn't your usual 'I turn into a scythe and Maka does a majority of the work', oh no, my friend, it was hand-to-hand combat training, and guess who didn't get to sit out and catch up on his favourite shows on Netflix?

Anyway, instead of sleeping in, my meister had to…well, why don't you read and find out what happened?


"Soul, wake up, you lazy butt! I made breakfast!" I groaned before looking at my alarm clock, the minute and the hour hand pointing at the number six. "Who the hell wakes up at 6:30 on a SATURDAY?"

"Well, we have training to do today. So get up!" Maka tried to pull me out of bed, even trying to get the blankets off of me, but I didn't save them and the warm quilt was taken away.

"Oh come on, I had the coolest dream ever!" I fake pouted.

"If it was about getting our hundredth soul, then you have to stop daydreaming and actually work for it! Come on, please? I made your favourite and I could just go over to Black*Star's house and give it to him,"

"Okay, okay, I'm up." I rolled off the bed and got up, showing my canines as I let out a ferocious yawn (well, ferocious in my opinion) and I slumped off to do my business before breakfast was served. At least Blair wasn't the one to wake me up today or Maka would have my head.

After breakfast, we hopped onto my motorcycle and we head for the Academy.


Anyway, back to my current situation, my head hurt, my limbs feel like they were going to fall off and I just wanted to crawl under a rock and just stay there. I can hear Maka's melodious giggle and I would've grinned at her, but being in pain, you get pretty irritated, so I settled for the glare.

"Come on, Soul, don't be such a wussy! You're stronger than this!" she taunted lightly, and I ground my teeth in frustration. "You're starting to sound like a certain blue-haired ninja I know," I muttered under my breath. "And I'm taking a break, I think you may have ruptured everything in my body," I whined as I attempted to stand on my own two feet, but collapsed onto the mat. Fuck it, I'll just lay here.

"Fine, fine, five minute break," Maka rolls her eyes before she left. "Get me a bottle of water, would ya?" I called out. "Get it yourself!" she fired back. "You're a cruel meister, you know that?" I replied. She let out another innocent giggle and I roll my eyes. After about a few minutes of me lying on the mat my meister returns with two bottles of water.

"Here you go," she places the water bottle beside me and I grab it, unscrewed the cap and just drenched my head with the water pouring, letting my mouth open to get some of it in. I shake the excess water from my head. "That feels awesome. Thanks, Maka," I toss the empty bottle in her direction.

"No problem, just get your own water next time," she replied, taking a sip of her share and letting the bottle miss her by a foot. She picks it up and puts it by one of the benches on the sidelines. "You up for another round,"

"Five more minutes," I replied. "Nope, you can do it, I know you can, you're stronger than that," she coaxed.

"Whatever, but just so you know, it's uncool for me to be fighting against a girl."

"And it's uncool to be beaten by one too, but I don't see you complaining…oh wait," she taunted and I grit my teeth once more. "Enough talk, Albarn, let's get this over with," We start our little fight and after watching Maka, I believed I could beat her. I blocked a few attacks thrown my way as if I were a boxer in the Ring.

"Not too shabby, Evans," She threw a roundhouse kick which I dodged as I mimicked her movements, throwing punches here and there.

"Not giving up eh, Evans?" Maka sent a punch my way which hit me in the shoulder but I quickly shook the pain off, though it might leave bruise there later; man, can that girl punch! "Not today," I tried to find an opening so that I could get her from underneath but she seemed to know my every move.

"You learn fast," Maka commented. "Well, I have a pretty awesome teacher showing me how it's done," I smirked at her and I could see her cheeks tint a light pink and it looked like I caught her off guard; I may have just found her weakness.

"Oh, Maka your cheeks are turning pink. Could it be that you're tired and about to give up? Or maybe it's because you like someone," her eyes widened before her eyebrows furrowed into a frown, her punches and kicks were becoming more frequent. I have to think of something. I punched and kicked her way it looked like she was about to give in. Now's my chance! She brought her fist to my face but I blocked it with my hand, before I delivered the final blow to her face and she flew a few feet. Damn it, I punched too hard.

"Maka, are you okay? I didn't mean to hit…" I stopped and looked at her face clearly: her nose is bleeding. "You hit my nose, you dumbass!" she moaned. "Damn it, Maka, I'm sorry," she responded with a groan. "I'm going to take you to the infirmary." I picked her up and carried her off to the Dispensary, where Nygus was thankfully.

"What do we have here?" The woman asked. "We were doing combat training and I punched Maka a tad bit too hard," I confessed sheepishly. "Well, I'm going to check to see if her nose is broken. In the meantime, I'll get you an icepack for the bruises." I nod as I sat and wait patiently to see if nothing went horribly wrong. I started to get worried. What if she doesn't want to be my meister anymore? Okay, that's thinking way outside of the box, but still.

"Soul, may I speak to you?" I gulped as I followed Nygus and found Maka with an ice pack on her nose. "It seems that you punched a bit too hard Soul and you have broken her nose," My eyes widened in shock and I could see Maka give me a death glare just as Nygus brought an X-Ray. "It's only a clean break so you wouldn't have to get it set, but in the meantime, since your nose will show the bruise in a couple of hours, I suggest icing it every once in a while. Now, I'm going to just bandage the bridge and you should be good to go, and no vigarous exercises while your nose heals."

"I'll go get our stuff," I mumble before I head to the gym, grabbed our things and returned to the Dispensary to find Maka waiting at the door, and ice pack in hand, her nose bandaged.

"Ready to go," I ask. She nods and we walk all the way down the steps of the motorcycle. It was a silent ride back to the apartment and the guilt was beginning to eat at me. Once we got back, Maka marched straight to her room and closed the door and I figured she didn't want to talk.

I tried thinking about ways to apologize, but nothing seems to be working. I cooked dinner for the both of us; mashed potatoes, gravy and meatballs and set the table for the two of us. I looked at Maka's door and walked up to it, taking a deep breath before knocking.

"Maka, dinner's ready," I opened the door to find her staring at the mirror, her hand covering her nose.

"Was it your intention to make me look even more like a freak?" I heard her murmur. I was confused at first.

"What do you mean?"

"You don't remember the name calling, like Tiny-Tits for example. Was breaking my nose your way of showing how much you hate me?" she roared, her eyes glassy with tears.

"Hey, hey, hey, I didn't mean to hit you that hard. And you were the one who pretty much fired me up with all the insults! I only did that on instinct." I tried to explain to her.

"Oh, you couldn't have just hit me in the jaw or anywhere away from my face?!" She fired back. "Because you're the one who seems so hell bent on making myself and others see that I'm ugly." I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed her by the waist and just kissed her to shut her up. She tried to let go, but soon she melded into the kiss and gave in. We let go for air and I looked her square in the eyes.

"Maka, I said I was sorry. I didn't mean to hit you that hard and I was too caught up in the moment to notice. Don't you dare call yourself a freak because I like you just the way you are; and nothing is going to change that. How about to make you feel better, you can go ahead and punch me in the face."

What I wasn't expecting was for Maka's fist to collide with my face and I fell backwards. I heard her giggle and I looked up to see her face and I smiled.

"You're forgiven, Soul. Now, let's go back to the Dispensary and see if I broke your nose," she helped me up, my nose now bleeding and we both went back so that Nygus can check on my nose

And just so you know, my nose didn't break.


Rochu: I bet you were expecting some pervy related story, well nope, you were wrong! I wanted to do something a little different but still incorporating the idea of a nose bleed into this. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow with the third prompt