Here's my excuse for my late update: My uncle forgot to pay his internet bill + I had that project I was telling ya'll about. I'm sorry if it sucks, but here you go.
Chapter 6 - Let the Games Begin.
"Soul, remove yourself NOW." Stein walked to the door and held it open.
"Soul, you don't want to do this here." Kid spoke through clenched teeth, his knuckles turning white. "Go."
"Bitch, you can't tell me what to do!" He slurred. Soul threw his glass on the ground and stared at Kid in the eye. "Give the whore back."
"I'm not your whore, Soul..." Maka muttered.
"What'd you just say?" Soul breathed alcohol into Kid's face and leaned over to see Maka.
"I said I'm not your whore!" Maka used her hand to pull her body up on the desk and jump down in the space between Kid and Soul. She swiftly turned Soul around and held him in a choke hold. With her combat boots clanking on the hardwood stairs, she made her way down. "Listen to me, bitch." Maka spat. "I graduate in two days. Don't you fucking ruin it for me, okay?"
"Let go of me!" Soul's words molded together.
"Did you hear me!?" Maka shouted in his face, walking past Stein who was holding the door.
"Don't." Maka pushed him on the ground.
"Fucking." She kicked him in the stomach.
"Ruin." She spit in his face.
"It." She kicked him in the groin and crouched near him and looked at his face, grimy with dirt and alcohol, spit and some crumbs.
"Got that?" Maka whispered in his ear. She slapped him before getting up. "And take a fucking shower." She threw the last comment over her shoulder and slammed the door shut. Stein gave her an approving nod and slipped her a concealed fist bump.
"Good job, baby." Kid kissed her cheek as she sat down.
"Good job, Maka." Patty, Liz, and Tsubaki chimed in. Blackstar had passed out on his desk and was snoring.
Hours passed by quickly, mainly because they weren't doing anything. D.W.M.A rules state that they are supposed to have a certain amount of days to the school year. The classroom was filled with small talk and anxious feet as they watched the clock slowly tick. Everyone stared down the clock as it made it's last few seconds of fame before the bell gained the attention of everyone in the school.
"SWEET" Maka yelled jumping over her desk and down the stairs, Kid in hand.
"Coming, Liz? Patty?" Kid asked, running with Maka.
"To see her brother? Yeah!" Kid shot Liz a death glare, and the smile that occupied her face was gone with no traces.
"Shotgun!" Kid yelled as they hopped into the convertible.
"KID!" Patty and Liz yelled, pouting. Tusbaki walked out of the classroom, a screaming Blackstar in tow. They motioned for Tsubaki to come with them.
"We're gonna hang around a while. Blackstar needs some time to run around. We'll walk back, it's not that far anyway." Tsubaki gave a warm smile.
"HAHAHA! NO ONE CAN BEAT THE GREAT BLACKSTAR!" He stomped on a squashed bugs near the car.
"Okay, Tsubaki." Maka gave her a hug before getting in the car. "Call me later!"
They drove off to Gallows Manor where Kyle was waiting patiently in his car.
"You gave him the code?" Kid asked.
"The guest one." Kid sighed with relief and sat back in his seat. "I'm not that crazy." Maka smiled.
Maka reached over and grabbed Kid's hand and held it tight. "Be nice."
"I'll try." Kid squeezed her hand when she put the car in park. He opened the door and went to greet Kyle.
"I'm gonna make lunch!" Maka called while unlocking the black French doors with gold handles and a lock in the middle. She dragged a whining set of Thompson twins inside.
"Okay, hun!" Kid called. Maka went inside and shut the door. She pushed them towards the stairs and gave them a death glare. She walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge to look at what to make and settled for steak and mashed potatoes.
"Kid, I wanted to ask you-" Kyle was interrupted by Kid grabbing his collar and holding him up close.
"Why are you so friendly with Maka, huh?! Always kissing her, holding her, acting like you're her boyfriend!" Kid spat in his face.
"You don't know?" Kyle looked shocked as he pulled off Kid's hands and held him at bay. "Allow me, then."
"By all means..." Kid yanked his hands away and leaned against the car with Kyle who looked up at the sky with his blue eyes.
"As you know, I'm twenty-three and Maka just barely turned seventeen. Maka lost her mom shortly after she was born, and her dad was too busy with whore's to pay attention. She was left with strangers, or left at home. I was seven, she was barely one. My parents have always been rich, so naturally I had bodyguards. I was walking in the park with my bodyguards when I heard crying. I brushed it off at first, but when it continued, the bodyguards and I ran to the source - an apartment in that complex on Gerald St.
I ran all the way up with the guys in tow until I reached the door. They kicked it down, and there she was. Left alone with an empty bottle. Blonde hair barely meeting her ears, all over the place; green eyes big and bright, but rimmed with red. She was dressed in a cute fruit printed night gown with long sleeves. It looked a little big for her. I immediately fell in love with her, not as a girlfriend, but as a sister. I remember one of the guards going to pick her up, but I got in front of the crib and held my arms out. I told them 'please don't touch her.' Even at seven, I was able to comprehend a lot. I wasn't like most kids, just like Maka isn't like most Meisters.
I carefully picked the crying baby up and held her. She was tiny, even back then. Nearly a stick - malnourished. I held her close, and kissed her forehead. She stopped crying instantly, and clung to my shirt. I pet her hair, and held her tightly, making sure no one would take her. 'Tell mom we need to take care of her.' I told them. And we went home.
She grew up with me. Throughout the years, I've protected her from anything and everything that threatened her. When she was six, she found out about her mom. I slept with her that night, and every night until she went off to high-school. I would hold her, and kiss her forehead. We'd talk about anything and everything. She'd tell me her secrets, and all her fears. I'd tell her mine as well. We know everything and anything about each other. For instance, she'll never admit it, but she can't sleep alone anymore. If she does, she starts hyperventilating. She's scared to be left alone. I learned that the hard way when I had a date one day when I was fifteen. I came back around midnight, and when I opened my door, Maka was on the floor clutching her chest. I picked her up and held her tight. From then on, I made it a point to have my dates on Sundays, or in the afternoons when Maka had people with her all the time.
Her dad never cared, and I don't think he cares now. When she left for high-school, she thanked me for everything I did for her. I didn't accept the 'thank you.' I told her 'the way you can thank me is by staying with me forever.' Maka looked at me confused and said 'I thought that was already determined.' I wanted that last hug to last forever. I left for Europe shortly after. We exchange emails as often as we can. I knew she was busy. She developed the bookworm tendencies when she was seven.
I know what you're thinking. 'Obsessive.' But the truth is, Maka is my light. She's my world. My everything. My parents were too busy to pay attention to me, and Maka needed me. And I needed her. We balance each other out. It's almost as if we're halves of each other, but not in the romantic sense. So I'm sorry if you don't like the things I do to Maka. But I refuse to stop. She means everything to me. And if you hurt her, I'll make sure to rip your head off." Kyle didn't look Kid in the eye as he pushed himself off the car and started walking towards the house. He didn't look back either. He just left Kid speechless.
"She never told me..." Kid muttered. He felt tears streaming down his cheeks. "How could Spirit be so cruel?"
"Kid! It's time for lunch! I made symmetrical steak!" Maka yelled while running over. She looks so happy... But that smile doesn't quite reach her eyes... Kid started to cry more.
"Kid? What's wrong?" Maka tried to look him in the eye but he kept turning away.
"Are you happy?" Kid asked straight out.
"What do you mean?"
"Are you happy? With me?" He looked at her, eyes swimming in tears.
"Of course, baby. You know it."
"Then why is your smile still fake?" He whispered, grabbing her shoulders a bit too harsh. Maka winced and he loosened his grip.
"Because you're angry with me." Maka looked down at her feet and shuffled her combat boots on the black bricks of the driveway. "Because of Kyle..."
"Maka I..." Kid started, but trailed off.
"Lunch is getting cold." She said, the smile returning to her face. She grabbed his hand loosely and ran inside with him. He looked at the plate and thought for a meal so simple, it was a work of art. He sat down and watched Maka smile and laugh with Kyle and Liz and Patty. He just sat there and ate his food. When they were all done, Kyle helped clean the table while Maka did dishes. Kid put the napkins in the washer and the place-mats away. Liz and Patty just went upstairs, sensing the tension and not wanting to be a part of it. They ended up sneaking out of the window and going to a club anyway.
Kid, Maka, and Kyle sat awkwardly in front of the TV for hours on end. It was almost ten by the time they noticed. Maka stood up and led Kyle to the room he'd be staying in. "Feel free to unpack or whatever. I'm the room with the French doors. Also, make sure to close your door. Kid has a heart attack whenever the house isn't symmetrical."
"Alright, I got it." Kyle chuckled, giving Maka a sweet kiss on the forehead before saying goodnight and shutting the door. Maka sighed and walked to her room. She went to her dresser and took off her clothes and threw them in the hamper. She slipped on Kid's black t-shirt and climbed into bed.
"You know, for Spring in Death City, it's still kind of cold. Just four weeks ago it was snowing. Weird, huh?" Maka looked out the window. "I wonder if there's a book on that..."
Kid laughed lightly. "You coming to bed?" Kid patted the mattress.
"Yep!" Maka hopped in bed with Kid and snuggled up against his chest. "You smell nice..." She said, burying her face in the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around her protectively and held her close, Kyle's words replaying over and over again in his mind.
"Maka... you told me you'd explain about Kyle." Kid looked down at her.
"Well..." Maka told him the whole story, matching Kyle's - including the part about sleeping alone. She even added how she would cry in the corner everyday of her third grade year because of bullies. She told many secrets that Kyle knew. She started tearing up. "He was there for me when other's weren't... My papa didn't give a crap..."
"How'd you deal with sleeping in the corner with Soul?" Kid asked.
"I didn't. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't sleep alone. Sometimes I even made Blair sleep next to me in cat form." Maka admitted. "Before Soul and I were together, I'd purposely stay awake and wait for him to get home so we'd fall asleep together on the couch. He knows very well about my issue..."
"How'd you get in touch with Kyle and Marcus?" Kid asked, taking this chance to get to know her past a little more.
"I'd call whenever Soul was out cheating."
"Where'd he get the money?" Kid looked at her.
"You don't know?" Maka sat up immediately.
"No, I don't know what you're talking about." Kid sat up with her and looked at her worried.
"Soul Evans is from the prestigious Evan's family. You know, the musicians. Well, one of Soul's piano concerts was enough to rake in nearly three million at a time. He did at least five before he left, leaving him with nearly fifteen million. He left because his family kept pushing him towards the thing he wasn't destined for. He donated one million to the DWMA and he's been living off the fourteen ever since. And every time a tape of the piano concerts sell, he gets six hundred dollars. That's how pristine his family was and still is."
"That's impossible. I've never heard about his family."
"Europe, babe. Europe." Maka laid back down and pulled the covers over her neck.
"He made all that money?! Just for being a great pianist."
"Did you just say penis!?" Maka opened her eyes wide and slapped him on the shoulder.
"PIANIST." Kid said, nursing his shoulder.
"Yeah, well it's all thanks to his parents and brother. If it was him alone, he'd never make it." She shut her eyes and cuddled back up against Kid before falling asleep. Kid stared at her, wondering how Soul could be so cruel. How Soul never realized was a wonder to him, and how Maka didn't ask for help sooner astonished him. But then again, Maka has too much pride to admit anything.
He caressed her face, smoothing the scar on her cheek with his thumb.
"Maka... I love you." Kid told her. He was afraid to admit it, not knowing how she'd react. They've only been truly together for five weeks. Maybe I should just confess...
Graduation Day
"Congratulations D.W.M.A. Class of 2013!" Lord Death spoke loudly into the microphone on the steps of the school. Everyone cheered for the class. Maka looked down at the Freshman she tutored whenever Soul was too drunk to come to school, Kid looked at his Sophomore team that he succeeded in making somewhat symmetrical with one weapon, Tsubaki held Blackstar in place to make sure he didn't wreck things, Patty was tearing off some giraffe heads, and Liz was standing there waving to the crowd as if she was a celebrity.
"We did it!" Kid said holding Maka's hand.
"Hell yeah, we did!" Maka smiled and waved to her group.
"And now, the Elite Senior Class!" Lord Death stepped back and pointed the group of six. Soul had been kicked from this group. Crona was standing in the audience on the side, completely content with not being seen.
"Poor Crona." Maka muttered.
"Well he's happy being alone." Tsubaki touched Maka's shoulder. "He can't deal with being alone."
"You're right..." Maka looked among the crowd and saw something peculiar. There was a dead student, covered in blood. She saw a deranged Soul standing in the middle of the crowd, slaying people at random. The cheering stopped and Maka stepped forward. Without using the microphone, she screamed...
"EVERYBODY LEAVE!" Everyone who heard left, and those who didn't followed anyways. Soul killed his way to the steps. He sliced the throats of the Freshman Meister Elites. Maka ran down the steps in her mid calf combat boots, taking off her graduation gown. She revealed her black leather booty shorts and long sleeve tight shirt. Kid looked at her and immediately blushed.
"SOUL!" Maka yelled, watching him slay more innocent people. "LEAVE THEM ALONE!"
"HA! YOU STUPID BITCH. FUCK YOU!" Soul shoved his blade in some kids stomach.
"LEAVE HIM." Maka's voice turned demonic and her eyes turned completely black. Her steps became deadly, making the ground shake beneath her. "Your fight is with me."
"Like I said..." Liz turned to Patty, and then Kid, waiting for Kid to go down there. "Shit's gonna hit the fan."
The fight you've been waiting for is finally here... In the next chapter.
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