GlassAlice: And many technology probelms later, here it is, Chapter Five of Wonderful Nightmare(not including the special). Enjoy!
Chapter Five: The Cat and the Puppy
"Acquaintances?" Soul noticed the tension between Kid and Maka.
Kid didn't answer him, just glared at Maka with his eyebrow twitching.
"Oh! She's from the same company as you Soul." The older woman next to Soul was definitely enthusiastic to have the seat next to his.
Maka took pleasure in the obvious disinterest that Soul had and the slight twitching of his smile back at her.
"Something funny?"
Maka snapped back into reality and looked up towards the voice. Kid was still staring at her intently. This time, she could feel the disgust spread out on his face. He really didn't like her, at all.
The other older woman was smiling at Maka, not noticing the affair going on on Soul's side of the table. She opened her mouth to speak in a small and soft voice, asking a question that almost made the already tense Maka fall out of her chair.
"Do you have a boyfriend right now Miss Number 7?"
And she really did almost fall out of her very chair, but she stopped herself before she could and straightened herself out again before answering, "No."
"Oh? It amazes me that such a cute and petite young lady such as yourself doesn't have a boyfriend. Have you had one in the past then?" The older woman wouldn't stop her incessant questions, making Maka slightly uncomfortable with the silence of the other people on the judging table.
"No, I haven't." Maka answered, still keeping herself calm. As soon as she answered though, a sudden huff that usually starts off a persons' laughter came from the judging table. Maka looked towards the huff and not to her surprise, Soul Eater was now looking down and was trembling like he was trying to hold it in.
"Then if you would, show me 'love'." The older woman asked. Maka stared at her like she was insane for a moment until the older woman clarified what she said, "I mean the emotion, show us what 'love' would look like."
Maka stared forward for a moment, not really sure what to portray. She was kind of embarrassed to ask what she felt she was about to ask. She looked from the corner of her eyes at Kid, who was still staring at her menacingly, and took a deep breath.
Should I ask them? Is it embarrassing if I ask? Is it weird?
"Miss Number 7?" The older woman was still smiling, "Please-" She was cut off by Maka, who lifted her head immediately and looked straight towards the panel of judges. The older woman flinched. Kid, who had his chin resting on his hand for the longest time, lifted his head up with his eyes widened. Soul, peering from the corner of his eye until now, snapped his head towards Maka. The older man, who said nothing until now, got a smile on his wrinkly face.
"Um…Exactly..w-wha-" Maka stumbled over her words and her face grew red, she could just feel it. She lifted up her shoulders a bit and tried at a pathetic attempt to make her head disappear into the space between her shoulders. Even so, she continued, "W-what-"
"Thank you, you may go now," The older man grinned at Maka.
Maka was about to protest but thought it best not to argue with judges when they have already made up their minds, "Oh, alright." She got up and walked out of the doors of the room.
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Maka walked down the silent hallway, remembering the way back to the waiting room due to her great memory. "What kind of love do you want me to portray?" Maka practiced again for the umph number of times. She sighed and stared at her shoes as she walked.
No use arguing when they already decided to do away with me. Argh! I messed up, I should've just gone with anything rather than even think of asking that kind of question.
That would be the twenty-eighth time I've failed an interview now because I over-thought things, huh, Marie?
Maka stopped in front of the waiting room door and looked up from her shoes.
Well no matter! This isn't the last interview of my life right?
All I have to do is be positive right? At least I don't have to work with that Kid guy yet, that would have been a mess. Glad he didn't say anything about the first time we met, at least he has manners about that.
Working with Soul isn't at the top of my wish list either, so I have no problem with this. Yep! Always move forward Maka!
Maka opened the door enthusiastically and stepped inside with almost a skip in her step. The other girls in the waiting room glared at her, thinking something along the lines of her interview going so well she had a spring in her step. Maka plopped down into her chair and took a deep inhale before exhaling with an almost old man's smile on her face, "Finished~" She stretched her legs and started to hum a happy tune.
"Number 8." The staff person spoke out into the room. Maka watched as the tall looking girl walked towards the door. Just as she had watched number 9, 10, 11, 12, and 13 walk out of the door. Each came back with a half disappointed half giddy look on their faces.
Maka heard number 10 and number 13 whispering to each other.
"I finally got to see them up close and it was even better than I thought it would be!"
"I know! But I didn't do so well in my interview."
Maka kicked her feet back and forth in her seat, bored out of her mind.
"Number 14."
Maka flinched and looked around the room. She spotted Tsubaki, who seemed to be meditating, across the room.
"Number 14!"
Tsubaki came back to reality and jumped out of her seat, running up to the staff member. "Coming~" She grinned. She looked over at Maka and gave her a thumbs up before stepping out of the door. Maka gave her a thumbs up right back and grinned. The door closed behind her.
Good Luck, Tsubaki.
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The door opened, and Tsubaki jumped back into the waiting room with a smile on her face. She walked over to where Maka was sitting and sat down next to her. Tsubaki turned to Maka and grinned for awhile, making it a bit uncomfortable, then she let out a sigh.
"That was tiring." Tsubaki breathed in and out steadily before turning back towards Maka. Maka titled her head in confusion, and as if in some sort of telepathic way, they both stared to laugh. "Glad that's over with~" Tsubaki smiled.
OOO
The announcements arrived and everyone was anxious. The staff worker stepped to the front of the room quickly. "Let's get this over with shall we?"
There he goes again with his sarcastic speech.
"I'm going to call out every one who made the roster, going numerically. I'm starting." Everyone tensed in the room, except for Maka, who already knew what was to become of her audition and was already packing her things and making sure she had everything ready to go.
"Number 5." The girls with all the numbers before five left the room, while the triumphant girl number 5 almost passed out from happiness. "Number 8."
There we go.
Maka stood up and was about to walk out when something grabbed her arm.
"Hmm? Tsubaki? Oh."
She's asking me to stay till she gets her results. Alright.
Maka sat down patiently and gave Tsubaki a smile. Girls continued to leave the room as numbers continued to be passed. Some crying, some didn't care, and some where even angry and cursing.
"Number 11. Number 14." Tsubaki sat up straight, and looked over at Maka. Maka gave a smile and stood up from her seat.
"Time for me to get going Tsubaki. I'll call you later." While Maka was making her way towards the door, the last of the numbers got called.
"Number 28. And one more-"
Let's see, when I get home I think I'll have some of that ice cream I've been having after a nice, hot, bath. And then I'll watch my favorite show on the-
"Number 7 as well. That is all."
Maka froze. She turned to see Tsubaki's face lit up. Her legs began to shake like jell-o. She collapsed into the nearest chair. "You made it Maka-chan!" Tsubaki gave Maka a pat on the back.
I…I…made it?!
OOO
Apartment 707…
"So what's the deal? Write to the complaint department, it wasn't a unanimous decision." The spiky haired, red eyed man huffed at the sulking Maka.
"So you're saying you didn't vote for me?" Maka stuck up her finger and waved it around.
"Wagging your tail around isn't going to change anything little puppy." Soul smirked, grabbing Maka's finger mid-wave. Maka snatched her finger back and glared at Soul.
"You're amused." Maka pouted.
"I am."
Maka sighed, giving up. "Where's Black Star?"
"He's out, doing something called, 'Operation beat the Strawberry.'" Soul laid back onto the floor and looked up at the ceiling. "Yo, Maka."
"Hmm?" Maka got up and walked over to the kitchen, getting another glass of milk. "What's up?"
"You know that drinking that stuff isn't really helping at all with your problem." Soul chuckled as Maka fumbled with the glass that she was pouring.
"If you were here for the instant noodles, than just leave already." Maka walked back over and sat down, suppressing her anger.
"You were the one who invited me over." Soul sat back up.
"And I'm the one kicking you out, you didn't even answer my question anyway." Maka took a sip of her milk, setting it back down and taking a breath.
"Yo Maka." Soul stared at Maka's glass of milk before looking back up at her, who wasn't paying any attention at all. Instead watching the TV. "Can I borrow some milk, I got a cat living in my room." Maka just responded with a hmm sound. The TV was the only thing making noise. Silence.
"You know that love thing from today?" Maka's head twitched and Soul smirked his evil smirk. "Have you really…
Have you really had no boyfriend before? Though I'm not surprised, being strawberry tits and all, but still."
Maka turned around.
OOO
The door to apartment 707 opened. A laughing Soul stumbled out as the door shut closed behind him. Soul turned around and got up next to the door and said out loud, "See you Tomorrow little puppy~" His smirk permanently stuck on his face.
Soul stepped in front of door 708 and took a deep breath while rummaging through his pockets for his keys, having trouble since he had a bottle of milk in his other hand. He opened the door and steps started make their way towards him.
"Soul~ I was so tired of waiting, I took a cat nap you know! There's no fish left in the fridge!" A big-breasted woman threatened to suffocate him. He pushed her to the side and showed her the bottle of milk. "Oh~" She took it from his hand and bounced towards the kitchen.
Soul smirked, "She didn't answer my question." He glanced towards apartment 707 just one last time for the day.
"Soul~ The bath's ready~"
"Coming."
The door to apartment 708 closed.
GlassAlice: There we are. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thanks for reading!
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