Hola again! I hope you guys liked this, even just a little. This story is only going to be a mere few chapters, so I'll only upload about 3 or 4 more.
Enjoy! xx.
"Who doesn't care?" Soul stepped into the dimly lit alley, plucking the metal from her hands and sending it flying far into the depth of the street. Her lips trembled, and she grabbed her wrist tightly. Blood seeped through her shirt sleeve. Sighing in frustration, Soul ripped off a piece of his loose tee shirt and wrapped it around the cuts. Tightly, he tied it in a small knot.
"Soul?" It was almost weird so to say, to have him see her in the state she was in. Bruised; Bloody- weak. "I'm fine."
"I know what Spirit did to you, Maka. You don't have to hide it from me anymore." Blood red eyes pierced into her emerald ones.
"Are you going to tell on papa?" Maka shook Souls sleeve in a begging manner.
"What else am I supposed to do?!" Soul growled, baring his sharp teeth and wrinkling the skin by his eyes. Those piercing, red eyes... Groaning in defeat, he grabbed her hand and pulled her around the corner, walking steadily to his house. He went through the back door, because he'd be damned if they were caught by Spirit. Fumbling with the lock a bit, the albino boy smirked lopsidedly when the metal door clicked open.
"Go take a shower, Maka. I'll make you some food..." He said.
"I can coo-" Maka started, being shushed by Soul. She knew he wouldn't let her cook before her scars healed. She frowned a bit, but proceeded to enter the bathroom down the orange hallway. Soul lit the stove and boiled water for the noodles they would be eating that night. 'What if she can't wash herself? She's too weak...' The thought ran through his head, and for a second he considered it...
'I'll just check up on her.' Soul rested his hand on the bathroom door nob, quietly murmuring curses to himself as he twisted it open. Once inside the steaming room, he saw her.
"Maka?" She jumped at his name, almost bearing herself to him. His hand froze in place, and time seemed to stop.
Scars coated her bare body.
"Soul!" She splashed down into the water with a face blaring red. "Can you not scare me like that?!" She yelled. In sudden realization that her father was in the apartment next to theirs, she silently scorned herself.
"Sorry. I was just checking up on you, tiny-tits." Soul raised a hand to his face, resting it under his bleeding nose.
"Get out then! Pervert!" She splashed him, and he made sure to close the door on his way out.
"Tell me Maka, why can't I do that?" Red hair seemed to cover ominous eyes as the girl trembled. "Am I not allowed to touch you there?"
"Daddy, y-you're not allowed t-to do that!" Little Maka yelled and tried to run away. Spirit grabbed her dress and tugged her back into his lap.
"Oh dear, I thought you'd be used to it by now..." Spirit mocked.
"Don't... Don't put that there! Daddy!" Screams penetrated the air at the same time he ripped through her, once more enflicting pain on the same girl he created.
Woah. Woaaahhhh. Never thought I'd write such a dark fanfiction, eh? Heheh xx. Sorry for that little snippet of grossness.