"Papa loves you so much Maka! I'm so proud of you!" Today is the day after Maka's graduation. She finally finished all her requirements for her Bachelor of Science. It was something Maka didn't planned but things change, especially now.
"Thanks Papa," Maka said to her dad. It was sometime after 5 in the evening. Spirit and Maka were having a quiet dinner at one of Maka's favorite restaurant. It's been so long since she had a sit-down with her father but it didn't feel right. Since Maka arrived at the airport with some bags in hand, Death City felt so different to her. It was like home before she left but now, she felt unwelcome.
Maka continued to move some of her dinner around in the plate. She was scared to tell Papa. Scared that he might be disappointed in her or even hate the decision she made.
There was another reason why Maka came home. She came home not only because she receive her degree but because she had to do something. Maka took a deep breath and putted her silverware down.
"Papa, there's something I have to tell you." Spirit froze half way as he was eating his spaghetti. His eyes widen. He swallowed whatever he had in his mouth down and Maka counted down, preparing for his reaction. She just hoped that it was going to be a normal conversation.
5… 4… 3… 2… 1…
"Are you pregnant?!"
Spirit threw everything away from him and jumped across the table to Maka, laying on his stomach and his face close to Maka. His eyes started to tear up. His baby can NOT be having a baby! That's impossible. Spirit gripped Maka's shoulders. "WHO'S THE FATHER?! DO I NEED TO DO SOME ASS-WHOOPING?! DID HE RAPE YOU?! MAKA! SAY SOMETHING!"
Maka's face turned red. Okay, she should have started that statement a bit differently. She should have known that her father would go crazy. Of course she's not pregnant. She doesn't have a love-life. She's not even seeing anybody!
"Maka!" Spirit cried towards the table, still holding on to Maka's shoulder, "Please! I'm not ready to be a grandfather! WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!"
"I'm not pregnant," Maka defended herself. Her papa was making a scene again.
In a restaurant.
With her.
And it embarrassed her. People around them stared. In a way, this scene was making her look like a… a… a whore.
"You're not?" Spirit quieted down and looked Maka in the eye.
"Positive." Maka looked at the table. Her dinner was now on the floor, her drink barely hanging on to the side of the table. Papa's dinner was spattered all on the white cloth of the table and on his clothes. Not even home for a day, Maka was ready to leave. She grabbed her father's hands off her shoulder and gently squeezed them in between the two bodies. Spirit continued to lay on the messy table. "But there is something I have to tell you."
"What is it Maka?" Spirit whispered. He was scared. Not knowing his baby too well after these couples of years, anything could be coming out of his darling's mouth. "Papa is prepared now."
"Well can you at least sit in your seat and try to look normal? I mean, the way we are right now is… unusual. Plus," Maka eye's glance to the sides, "everyone is staring at us."
As soon as Maka whispered that, everyone in the diner quickly went back to their dinner, acting like they weren't paying any type of attention. Both Spirit and Maka didn't know how quiet the restaurant got until they heard the voices begin.
Spirit look down to see where he was. He didn't realize that he was laying on the table, food everywhere, and was inches away from Maka's face. He then looked up to Maka's face. Her cheeks were beyond red, her green eyes were big and wondering down. There were some pieces of spaghetti sauce on her jaw line. Spirit thought, at that moment, how much Maka looked like her mother.
Spirit realize he should sit back into his seat like his daughter had asked but he couldn't stop staring at Maka. This beautiful girl, no, woman is here because of him. No, because Kami made it possible.
"Papa," Maka said, now looking at him with worry eyes, "please." How could Spirit reject that? He finally sat back down to his seat, making more of a commotion as he had to crawl backward. Reaching his seat, Maka took a deep breath before starting.
"I had a difficult time deciding what I wanted to do in life and it didn't make it any easier that I had to face this while at school. There will not be a better time to tell you this Papa but I came home not temporarily," Maka paused. How is she going to tell him? She didn't even know what she had to do. But this feeling she had since the day she left Death City four years ago, all Maka could guess is that she had unfinished business.
"How long are you planning to stay here?" Spirit felt his heart pound down. So Maka's not pregnant but what is she trying to tell him? He sucks at understanding women! Well more like he is horrible at understanding Maka and he's is her father! The duty of being a father is to understand your child! Spirit feels depress now.
"I'm taking a break from school father," Maka became serious now. She usually doesn't use father towards Spirit and looking at her face now, it's exactly how Kami looked when she told him she wanted a divorce, "I'm going to be staying in Death City until I find out what I should be doing. Please support my decision. It's not ideal but…"
"You're going to be staying home with Papa!" Maka's serious moment just broke. She stared at her father. Spirit didn't seem too upset. What gave it away? Spirit was on the phone, talking to someone.
"She's deciding to stay home! My Maka!," Spirit paused," Yes! She's my only daughter! Who else could there be?!"
Maka tuned her father out. She didn't need to hear his gossip. Not because it was rude to listen but rather, it was plain creepy. Her father gossiping to who knows? Their waiter finally came by a couple of minutes later, surprised by the mess. Maka felt sorry for him. He looked like a young high school boy who barely is hanging on, trying to escape the battle between school work, a job, and sleep. Maka decided she's give him a rather big tip, just to make his night.
"Check please," Maka said as their waiter continued to look at the mess.
Maka couldn't sleep. She has been tossing and turning since she decided to try to go to sleep. Key word: try. She knew this might happen. It's been happening a lot lately and Maka wonder when she could have a complete good night sleep again. Breathing, Maka thought back to how the rest of her day went.
After dinner, Spirit and Maka went straight home. On the way, Spirit was mentioning to Maka about leaving tonight to see a friend. Maka didn't ask any questions, just let his words go through one ear and out the other. The walk was quiet, even as they arrived home, no one spoke. Spirit quickly took a shower and left while Maka watched some documentaries until it seems like a decent time to head to her room. Fin.
Now, it's somewhere around midnight, no sleep and Maka just felt stuck. She felt like this before. Luckily, she would have a good book next to her. Just to escape from her real world to the characters in the story is something that Maka enjoy. Right at this moment though, she didn't have a book and it was already too late to go get one.
Maka cover her face with her hands. It was going to be a long, lonely, and quiet night which she wasn't excited for. Maka turned to her night stand that hugged her bed and looked at her phone. Maybe she should call someone, maybe Tsubaki. She might know how to help Maka go to sleep but then Maka thought about the time. Even though they are not in high school anymore, Maka didn't want to disturb her friend.
She could maybe call up some of her classmates from the University but Maka had a feeling about it. Maybe her classmates might think it would be odd to hear from her. She wasn't exactly their friend, just some girl who shared the same classes as them. Acquaintances might be a better word for it.
Maka decided to ditch the call idea. She rolled on her back, exhaling loudly. Nights like these are horrible for her. She felt stuck, still didn't have an idea about what she needed to do, and just tired. She closed her eyes, trying to think of anything, a memory perhaps.
Maka thought of the bookstore. She had so many memories there. She thought back to the first time she found it. It was shortly after Kami and Spirit divorce. Maka needed something to distract her. She did read back then but after the divorce, Maka needed to focus on something else.
It was spring, sunny and so warm- feeling. It seemed like a normal day until you saw Maka. Maka was walking down the street, dazing out. She seemed drain but she didn't mind. She needed to get out of the house, get away from Spirit mostly because of his womanizing. Maka couldn't believe that her mother had stayed with him especially being fully- aware of his affairs. The pit of Maka's stomach cringed. How could her papa do that?
"Hey! Watch out!" Maka looked for the voice. In front of Maka was an older teenage boy, wearing a plain white shirt and dark jean, pretty much a plain and normal looking boy. His dark eyes stared into Maka's face. "Pay attention to where you're headed."
Maka continued to stare at him. They were both standing in the middle of the empty sidewalk, having some type of staring contest. The stranger eventually did a quick exhale to express that he didn't have time for this and walked around Maka. Maka stayed where she was.
She looked ahead, slowly starting to daze out again. But Maka shouldn't be doing that, she patted her cheeks and started to open her eyes more. She was in the middle of the street, alone and there wasn't any stores open. Maka remember thinking that it was strange for the streets to be this empty during this time of year.
A couple of stores ahead, Maka saw a door open. A bell ringed as the door swung and someone stepped out. Wanting to see what was over there, Maka started to walk towards that area. She had a feeling, maybe this would be a solution. It would hurt to see what was behind that door.
As she approached closer to the area, the stranger turned to her. And she stopped.
This wasn't a memory anymore.
This was a dream.
Maka was face to face with Soul. His white hair ruffled up and tangled, his dark red wine color eyes staring, and his sharp, pointy teeth appearing through his signature smirk. Maka felt her heart skip a beat. Why was she dreaming of him all of a sudden?
Soul looked the way he did back in high school. Maka hasn't seen him in years. The last time she did see him was at graduation, when she was doing her speech. Maka's heart started to completely race. She could not still be in love with him!
Absolutely not!
But here, in a dream, face to face, Maka felt the same way she did when Soul and her were dating, when she was in love with him.
"You always did look cute when you blushed," the dream Soul said. Maka looked away. In a way, this was a nightmare, a beautiful nightmare that she wanted to run away from. Maka didn't look back. She was scared of what may happen. In her dream, especially, the impossible was possible.
Her heart continued to race. She was trapped and she wanted to wake up. Maka tried to get a hold of her dream, to get a piece of something that is happening now and change it to something else. She concentrated on being in her room. She could picture her bed, the way the covers stayed neat and never wrinkle. Maka could see her nightstand. There was a picture frame of Maka's friends and herself, smiling.
But nothing changed. She was in front of the supposed to be bookstore with Soul standing in front of her. Nothing was going to change in this dream. Her imagination was in control and all Maka could do was just go with it. Maka turned to face Soul.
"It's good to see you Soul," Maka heard herself whisper.
"It's been a while, you know? I remember how you always love this store," dream Soul turned his face to the bookstore, smirking as his red eyes glowed. Maka's heart continued to race. She only seen Soul looked like this a couple of times and every time he did, Maka thought she was seeing a new side of him. Maybe, just maybe, it was okay to feel this way about someone.
"And…" Soul continued to speak as he turned back to Maka "the way you smile every time you received a book. I think I'm in love with you Maka." Soul started to lean in.
Maka froze. She felt her face redden up again. It's only a dream.
Soul was inches away from her face, Maka's heart was stuck in her throat. She could feel her chest tighten, trying to receive some air.
It's only a dream.
Soul's white hair sparkled in the sun, somewhat torturing Maka's eyes. His face was calm as his eyes stared at her lips. His eyes were half-dazed, a dark red unless the light was hitting it. Maka felt like she was staring into a wine glass, beautiful as you stirred it around and around in the bottom of the wine glass. She couldn't see Soul's teeth but she saw his lips. Slightly pump with a hint of pink, his lips were slowly pulling her in, commanding her to kiss them, to touch her lips with his.
Maka felt herself lean in towards Soul. The two commanded to touch one another with only their lips. It felt like she was at the park again. It felt like she was having her first kiss all over again. Maka closed her eyes after Soul has closed his.
She could hear his breathing.
Inhale. Ba-dum.
Exhale. Ba-dum.
Maka could feel his breath in her cheek, only centimeters away from being kiss. She concentrated on his breathing.
Inhale. Ba-dum.
Exhale. Ba-dum.
Inhale. Ba-dum.
Exhale. Ba-dum.
Inhale. Ba-dum.
Exhale. Ba-dum.
And… Maka woke up. The sun hit her face, telling her the day has begun. Her heart continued to pound hard against her chest. She laid in her bed, eyes open and going back over the dream. She couldn't believe that she dreamt of him, of Soul. What scared Maka even more was that she could clearly see how Soul looked. From not seeing him since graduation, she didn't forget any detail of him. Surely she thought that he would have been fuzzy but no, he was there, every little piece of him intact and visible.
Now, Maka thought over the kiss. She could still see Soul's eyes staring down into her, the redness of them attacking her green. Maka touched her lips. She thought she could feel every breath Soul made on her cheek. The small air of his exhales brushing as he leaned in but how was that possible? Maka put her hand over her chest. It must have been my pulse. She moved her hand to the side.
Maka's dream made her feel… weird in a way. She dreamt of someone she didn't expect and she dreamt of doing something she hasn't done in a long time. Maka lifted herself up and hunched over as she crossed her legs, brushing her hair with her fingers.
Boom, boom, boom.
Maka tried to breath the pounding away. Maka thought she was over him. He gave her the privilege to see other people. Also, they haven't had any connection. They never spoken, bump, or chat on the internet with one another since the break-up. The ending of her senior year was not what she had expected but she tried to make the best of the worst time in her life. Now sitting in her bed, dreaming of him and having all the emotions she felt when he was there with her, Maka wanted to move on.
Maka slammed her back against the mattress. She needs to talk to Tsubaki.
Hello everyone! How to start this off? Well I have been busy with school. Boo! So I want to apologize for the wait.
Please do not murder me. I'm sorry!
I do not own Soul Eater.