Look who's here? Everyones (least) favorite author! Chapta 5 is here! huzzah! Alright, I have a quick question for all of you guys. Do you guys want Crona to be in the story? If so, do you want him/her to be a boy or a girl (since it can pretty much go either way)? I was thinking about adding him/her, but I'm not really sure if I should, so I'll let you decide! (Also if you have any ideas on how you want Crona and Maka to meet, feel free to tell me! I always enjoy seeing what you guys come up with!) Comment and lemme know, and I'll go with what most of you guys want! Hope you enjoy :3
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater
"We're sorry, the number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please hang up, or try-" Kid snapped his phone shut, letting an aggravated sigh escape his lips. It was already more than halfway through the school day and Maka still hadn't shown up, and he was beginning to worry.
'Maybe she's sick?' He thought to himself. No, she would've called him if that were the case. 'Ditching, then?' That could've been it. She could've just run off without telling him so he wouldn't lecture her until her ears fell off... no, Maka cared too much about her grades to just ditch school without any good reason. 'But maybe she did have a reason..' He was cut off by the warning bell, the shrill ringing vibrating off the walls and floor. He sighed again, walking into class and heading for his chair.
"Hey, Kid!" Kid turned around, seeing Soul running up to him, looking slightly panicked. "Is Maka with you? I left something at her place yesterday and I really need it back." He said, looking around the room for said girl, as if saying her name would make her magically appear. Like beetlejuice.
"I'm sorry, but she's not here today." He said, continuing to his seat. "What's wrong? She sick or something?" Soul asked, sounding oddly curious as he followed Kid to his seat. "I'm afraid I have no idea. She didn't say anything to me yesterday and she hasn't been answering any of my phone calls." Kid said, his eyebrows wrinkling in frustration.
"So you're gonna go see her after school, right? Mind if I tag along?" "What? Why?" Kid asked, whipping his head up to look at Soul. "I told you, I left something at her house yesterday and I really need it back." He said, tapping his foot rapidly. "So can I come?"
"I don't think Maka would appreciate it if I brought you with me..." Kid said as he layed out his textbook. "Come on kid, I-" "Really need your 'thing' back, I know." Kid said with a slight roll of his eyes. "Here, I'll ask Maka about it when I see her and make sure she brings it to school on Monday, alright?" He asked.
"Why not just bring it tomorrow?" Soul asked. "Were not coming tomorrow." Kid said simply. "Smart ass Kid skipping school? I never thought I'd see the day, Maka's really rubbing off on you isn't she-" "Don't speak about Maka like that, you don't know her and have no right to judge her. We'll be missing school due to personal affairs, and that's all I have to say on the matter." Kid snapped at him, anger and a slight bitterness in his voice.
"...Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." Soul said, surprised to see the usually cool and composed male lash out on him like that. He turned, speed walking away from the angered boy and plopping himself into his seat.
"What the hell did you do." Liz hissed at him as she held a dangerously sharp pencil to his neck. Soul raised his hands in the air. "Hey, all I did was talk to the guy! I guess I just made a comment that hit a little too close to home!" He sputtered. She let out a small huff, dropping the pencil on his desk and turning to face the front of the room.
"Why do you even care anyway?" Soul asked, rubbing the small prick on his neck. "You guys aren't even friends. Hell, you just met the guy yesterday." "Ooooooh, little Lizzy's got a crush!" Black*star cheered. "I do not!" Liz screeched in embarrassment, her face becoming a dark shade of red.
"Hahahahah, sissy's got a crush, sissy's got a crush~" Patty sang as she tilted her head form side to side. "Pattyyyyy" Liz whined as she slid down into her seat, burying her face in her folded arms. Stein smacked a ruler against his desk suddenly, making everyone in the room nearly jump out of their skin.
"Alright class, today we'll be doing another dissection." The class was about to whine in protest before he spoke again. "And anyone who objects will be our test subject." The students were quiet for the rest of the class.
"...Hello?" Maka stepped forward hesitantly, her little five year old feet making small pattering sounds as she walked blindly about the room she was in. The room was black, but not dark. How odd.
A distant whispering startled the girl, causing her to whip her head to face where she thought the noise was coming from. She saw nothing, but the whispering gradually got louder.
'You killed them'
'They're gone because of you'
'What a bothersome child'
'Who will take care of her now that they're gone?'
'Maybe she'll rot away in an orphanage somewhere, serves her right'
"N-no... no... i-.. it's not my fault... it's not.. uncle- ..u-uncle death told me so... Mama.. please, help me.. Mama...! Mama!" She sobbed, falling to her knees and wailing pitifully.
"Maka?"
Maka looked up at the sound of her mothers voice, only to shriek in terror at the sight she saw. Her mother was standing in front of her, bloody and bruised, staring down at her with wide eyes. Maka scrambled back, trying to get away.
"...What's the matter Maka, don't you love me...?"
"G-get away, you're not my Mama! Mama!"
"Of course I am, silly girl. Have you forgotten me already?" The woman chuckled, limping towards her.
"NO! STAY AWAY! MAMA, PAPA!"
"Now now, don't raise your voice at Mama, dear." A hand suddenly grasped her hair, pulling her up from the ground. She looked up with tear filled eyes, seeing her Papa smiling at her, looking the same as Mama. Blood dripped onto Maka's face from her Papa's, sliding down her cheek and into her hair.
"Please let me go... let me go.. I'm sorry..." Maka blubbered, tugging her hair away from her 'fathers' grip, although the act was futile. Suddenly, the hands went away, as did the whispering. Maka peeled her eyes open, seeing a pair of legs in font of her. She gasped, pushing herself up and away from the legs. She looked up, expecting to see some other bloody figure, but what she saw made her breath catch in her throat.
It was her, but a much older version of her. She looked like one of the scary teenagers she saw in the park sometimes, the ones who sucked on the weird white sticks that made smoke. This Maka was wearing all black cloths, and her bangs were covering her eyes.
The big Maka just stood there, not moving, not speaking. Maka was beginning to think that the big Maka was just a statue before it looked up suddenly, scaring her out of her wits. She could see big Maka's eyes now, but instead of being a vibrant green, they were pitch black. This Maka looked tired, hopeless, sad...
She looked dead.
"..."
The big Maka stepped forward, making little Maka squeak and step back. Big Maka stepped forward again, but Maka stayed still this time. Big Maka inched her way closer to her, kneeling directly in front of her and placing a hand on her shoulder. She leaned in, her mouth right next to Maka's ear as she whispered,
"...I am you."
Maka was shoved back, falling into endless blackness as big Maka's insane cackles surrounded her. Her body made impact with something hard, and suddenly she couldn't breathe. She felt like she was drowning, but there was no water. She tried to scream, but no noise came out. Her vision became foggy as she heard a distant voice calling out to her, but it fell upon deaf ears. 'I'm sorry Mama, Papa...' Maka's eyes slid shut as she drifted about, no sound, no substance, no life.
Nothing.
"...m...a..."
What?
"...ka.."
Maka opened her eyes, seeing nothing but darkness. 'That sounded like..'
"Ma...ka.."
Maka reached up, hoping to grasp onto the sound, but something wrapped around her wrist. "No!" She yelled, finally gaining her voice again as she fought against what was holding her. She yelped in pain as whatever it was tightened it's grip on her, looking down to see a vine covered in thorns coiling up her arm. She pulled against it, but her resistance only caused the vine to tighten it's hold on her. As more vines came shooting from the darkness, the voice became clearer.
"...Maka.."
"Help! Please help me!" Maka shouted as the vines wrapped around her body, getting higher and higher before enclosing around her neck. "G-gah..!" Maka sputtered as the vines choked the life out of her. Her violent thrashing became less urgent as the lack of oxygen began to take effect. Her eyes grew droopy and finally closing as she stopped squirming, going limp withing the web of vines.
"..Maka? Maka!"
"Maka? Maka!" Maka's eyes shot open as a gasp escaped her lips, swinging her arm out and smacking whatever was shaking her. "GAH!" She heard a boyish voice yell, followed by a thud. She sat up in her bed quickly, looking over the edge to see what she had hit.
"Oh gosh, I'm sorry Kid!" She said, throwing the covers off of her body and kneeling next to the boy, who was holding his nose and lying on the floor. "Ah, I forgot how hard you can hit.." Kid said, slowly sitting up. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you!" She said, waving her hands around in the air as she babbled out apologies. Kid grabbed her arms, making her stop. "If you keep flailing around like that, you'll hit me again." He chuckled. "...sorry." She said, looking down at the floor.
Kid sighed, his previous soft smile now gone. "Would you like to tell me why you didn't come to school today?" He asked, his hands sliding down her arms to hold her hands in his. Maka looked away from him, gnawing on the inside of her lower lip. "Not really." She said. "Maka." Kid said.
She sighed, flicking her eyes around the room before settling them on Kid's knees. "I just... didn't feel up for it. My stomach hurt really bad this morning and I had a bad headache, so I decided to take some medicine and sleep it off. I feel a lot better now, so you don't need to worry about it." She said. 'At least I'm telling the truth.' She thought to herself. 'Half of it, anyway.' Kid looked at her for a minute before nodding, seemingly satisfied with her answer.
"You could've called me you know. I was worried." He said, standing up and pulling her to her feet. "Yeah, but if I did you would've tried to come and take care of me." She said. "Of course I would have. That's exactly why you should have." He said, patting her messy hair down. "Do you want some tea? I'm sure that will get rid of any lingering symptoms." Kid said. "Sure, that sounds great." She said. Kid nodded and walked into the kitchen, Maka following close behind.
"So I'm guessing were not going to school tomorrow?" Maka asked as Kid heated up the water. "You guessed correctly." He said. Maka sighed, leaning against the counter. Her eyes glazed over as memories of her parents came flooding into her mind, some less pleasant than others. As the memories continued to flutter in and out of her focus, she was pulled deeper and deeper into the darker recesses of her mind, lingering on the line dividing her tolerable memories from the ones she had locked away long ago.
"Soul asked about you, you know." Maka blinked. "...huh?" "Soul. He asked where you were." Kid said as he poured two cups of tea. "He mentioned something about a book he left here, and that it was important that he got it back. I told him that I'd make sure you brought it to school on Monday. Do you know what he was talking about?" He asked as he handed her a steaming mug, though she was hardly paying attention as she grabbed it.
"Yeah, I know what it is. I'll be sure to get it to him." She said, taking a small sip of her tea, closing her eyes and relishing in the warmth it gave her. "...Are you sure you're okay? You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" Kid asked, looking at her with furrowed brows. Maka looked at him for a second before giving him a smile. "Of course Kid. I always tell you if there's something on my mind, don't I?" She asked, tilting her head.
Kid pursed his lips, examining her for what felt like hours before nodding his head slowly. "Alright, if you say so. Just... promise that you'll talk to me if there's ever anything wrong, alright?" Kid asked. "Promise." Maka said, her hands tightening their grip on the mug to keep them from trembling.
'Liar.' A small voice spat at her in the back of her head. Maka clenched her jaw, taking a deep breath. "Anyway," She said, setting her mug on the table. "I still feel kinda dizzy, so I think I'll just go back to sleep." "Do you want me to take care of you? I don't mind staying." Kid offered. "No no, I wouldn't want to trouble you, I'll be fine." She said, waving her hand dismissively. "It wouldn't be any trouble. Besides, I wouldn't feel right just leaving you-" "Honestly Kid, how long have I been living by myself?" Maka asked with a chuckle.
'Liar.'
"I'll be fine, go home and make sure all your paintings are aligned symmetrically."
'Liar.'
"..Alright, but make sure you call if you need anything."
"Of course!" She smiled.
'LIAR.'
Maka closed the door behind Kid, immediately locking it and pressing her back against it, sliding down the wooden surface slowly before falling to the floor with a dull 'thunk'. Tears made their way down her cheeks, slowly at first, then gradually quickening their pace before they turned into waterfalls. Maka wrapped her arms around her legs, pulling them into her chest and hiding her face in her knees as violent sobs wracked through her body.
'It's your fault.'
'I knew from the beginning that you were a mistake!'
'You've done nothing but cause them grief since the day you were born!'
'You were the one who deserved to die, not them!'
'It's your fault!'
'IT'S YOUR FAULT!"
'IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!'
"STOP!" Maka shouted, throwing the closest thing within her reach into the wall, hearing a shattering sound. She breathed in shakily, slowly looking up to see what she'd broken. The picture of her parents and her stared at her from the floor, the frame broken and scattered across the floor. She looked at the photo, blinking lazily before standing up, walking slowly up to the shattered remains of the frame, picking the pieces up and trowing them away. She walked back into the room, putting the photograph on the table before walking into her room in a zombie-like state.
She sat down on her bed, simply lying down and staring at the wall until sleep eventually overtook her, wrapping her in it's dark, blinding arms once again.
God this chapter is dark. Happy new year bros! I'm so happy for everyone that has made it through another year, even if they didn't want to, I'm so proud of you all! It's been a pretty rough year for me, but all your continuous support has really helped me through it! Honestly, I'm not entirely sure I'd be here right now without all the kind words I've gotten from you all, I really owe you guys my life! Well that's enough of my sad rambling. I really hope you guys have a great year, and if any of you need someone to talk to, I'm always here! If you're worried about bothering me, don't be, I love talking to you all! Hope you enjoyed, leave a review if you want to, and I'll see you soon! BROFIST!- Sarah