Title: Complicated

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater.

This story is un-beta'ed. Again, it would take a lot of time to publish this story if I did :'(

Word count: 1,368

Chapter 4: When Worry and Suspicions Attacks

You can outdistance that which is running after you, but not what is running inside of you. –A Rwandan Proverb

What sets worlds in motion is the interplay of differences, their attractions and repulsions; life is plurality, death is uniformity.—Octavio Paz

oOo

Is he really fine? I mean, well, we all see how he acted so strange back then when we're walking. Sigh. Why am I even thinking about him anyways? He means nothing to me.

"Hey, green eyes!"

Green eyes?

My eyes widened in shock as I motionlessly stiffened on my spot, the round plate that was on my tray cringed as I winced in surprise—though just a bit. What the hell is with him? God. He's irritating!

Hesitant, I turned on the heels of my feet and faced him who was walking over to my direction.

"Let's eat lunch together," He said, carrying my tray for me and started walking over to the table he was using a few moments ago. Nonetheless, I followed him but chose to walk a step behind him.

"I thought I already told you that we need to split, one way or another. And in addition to that, why do you want to eat lunch with me so damn badly? It's not that—" I ceased on finishing my sentence since his simple smile distracted me. Great.

He looked over to his shoulder and gave me a constipated smile. "Friends usually eat lunch together and hangout much," He minimally explained, carefully placing the tray on the table before taking his seat adjacent to my spot. Never taking a seat, I pulled an 'Are you crazy look' face and directed it to his direction.

"Excuse me?" I sarcastically inquired, scoffing as I cocked an eyebrow with my hands clipped on my waist. "But nothing so important as it is, since when did I officially consider you as a friend. My friend to be specific." I said, purposely emphasizing some words for his complete understanding.

He blinked once before unleashing a short laugh, eyes on his food. Here it is again, his damn meandering and oblique smile."Uh, since we came here together. Isn't it pretty obvious?" He smilingly noted, giving me a shrug of indifference before countering the next few lines. "But even so, don't worry, people would find our actions normal and not to mention, it is way too natural."

Normal…

Friends?

Us?

Me and him?

He's totally insane. Who told him? No one. Tsk.

"So you mean this is what you call our basic link? Darn it. You're no good for a friend" I acidly stated, offering a sour glare at his direction. "Not like I'm totally contradicting your dreams or something but I just wanted you to know—and I guess you have the rights to know—that I am not the type of person who enjoys spending time with some associates like you. Or anyone else. Not really the kind of person I am." I said, shaking my head a little.

"Not a problem at all. If that's the case, we can change it from hangouts to a 'get to know' caucus. More comfortable, yes?" He unerringly stated, smiling as he asked me for the next minute. "I'm certain that you are not planning on standing there the whole day, are you, green eyes?" his question sunk me back to earth. I blinked twice before staring at him with stoic eyes. Typical me. "Aren't you gonna take a seat?" He asked, looking up to me with a smile, graced on his lips. I inwardly groaned, feeling discomfort as he was like, uh, glued with me. What a mess. Well anyways, guess I don't have any choice to pick.

"Not because I'm ditching with you that it meant something like I enjoy your company because I do not. And maybe it won't need me to repeat myself, do I?" I sounded like I was affronted and disappointed as I slid a chair out to sit with hesitation, glancing at the rest of the lengthy table which stood entirely empty except us. God. Only us. Like you know, a date?

Date.

"You wouldn't enjoy eating if you are alone," He started, relaxed and calm. I raised an eyebrow of confusion at him, gesturing for him to continue, but nevertheless, he changed the topic as he pointed a hand to my meal, "Don't wait for that till it grew cold," He reminded which made me reply a simple, "I know" to him. Too concerned.

I started eating; my eyes weren't paying attention to anything since it laid only for the man eating across the table. He gracefully sliced off a piece of steak he was eating and calmly ate it. How could he be so...calm?

"You'll melt me with that stare," I heard him say. That was unexpected. I rolled my eyes before taking a single bite on my burger. And yes, I barely ate burgers during lunch time. Hah. Just to stay away from calories. Heavy meals are the best.

Not.

Hah. Reading time is the best. For me.

It took awhile for me to interact with him—again—well…not until he had those small coughing fits because of...what? I don't know. Don't ask me. To hell I know what he's thinking about right now.

His action caused me to choke as I was taken aback as it turned into a severe one, I presume. Quickly, I halted on eating as I took a sip of water then dived across the table, one hand found its way on his back, patting, while the other one stayed as a support to my action as it leaned on the table.

When I got closer to him, looking all concerned as I patted his back, he kind of increased the severity more like a much intensified as he placed a hand to his chest and squeezed it. Something was strange. Why on his chest? I mean, shouldn't he cover his mouth instead? Weird.

Not only that but I also panicked as I interrogated him with lots of question which he hardly avoided as he shook his head only as answers to my queries. He came to an abrupt stand as he excused himself for awhile, making me worry for him. More.

"Excuse me, I just need to go to the restroom," He said, excusing himself. Why does he need to speak? Knowing that he was looking rather limp and...weak.

All at once, he stood up and took his leave; rushing out of the cafeteria with hot eyes on him. I stared at his retreating back till it disappeared. I know. I can do nothing but stare. I'm such a sucker at things like this. Such an idiot.

A frown devoured my lips and worry was etched on my face. I sat down on where he last seated with my head lifted up to stare blankly at the ceiling and my back, leaning against the wall.

Why am I even worried about him? He's nothing to me. I shouldn't act beyond my limits. He's just a transferee here. A stranger.

I shook my head off, pushing his tray aside and replaced it with mine as dragged it in front of me. I tried to force myself to resume eating but it seemed like appetite left me out in a fit.

Afternoon classes start at about one and a half hour from now. I drew out a depressing sigh as I ruffled my hair from neat to messy to chaotic. I guess I'll wait for him. Just for an hour and if he don't show his face. My turn to leave.

I dropped my head back down onto the table, eyes closed.

/Freeze/

And here we are, chapter four ends here. I'm sorry for the grammar mistakes and for the very lame excuse that I made this chapter soooo short. Sorry

Reviews please…

Well, if you want me to continue though,

June 8, 2012

—Coffee