Long wait – long chapter! I hope you enjoy reading
Deetz~
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Maka looked at the giant brown cork board with a pinned paper on it stating their names in big black letters.
"North" she said.
"North" soul answered back.
Not a second went by before Black Star came to both of them with an angry face.
"Bastards! How the hell did you get our mission?" he yelled at them both.
Soul looked at Maka, seeing no answer in her eyes he simply stated: "ah?"
"Don't play dumb with me, Soul! I waited 3 months for this!"
Tsubaki came from behind him with an apologizing look on her face. "Don't mind him, he is just sulking. Though we were promised this mission…I wonder what happened…"
"Yeah! Tell them!" Black star roared.
"We didn't ask for this, black star. We just found out ourselves." said Maka in a calm voice.
"You think you guys are big shots because of Soul now? The fact he's a Death Scythe doesn't mean shit! I'm still stronger than you!" he pointed his finger at them.
"Do you want me to go and ask papa to assign you our mission?" she asked, her voice annoyed.
"Oh, fuck you, don't offer it to me, I don't need your pity. Come on Tsubaki, we have our own new mission!" he yelled at her and both of them entered the class room.
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In recess Maka gulfed down her food far too quickly. They sat at the cafeteria next to each other and soul couldn't understand what was so delicious about the tuna sandwich they both had today that will make her practically inhale it in. when she finished she got up and said she had to go to find something at the library.
"Oh, come on Maka… It will be boring" Soul whined.
"Then stay here" she offered.
"Are you kidding me? I think I'm gonna spontaneously combust any second with the looks black star is giving me" soul said and looked behind him. Sure enough, black star was looking his way and mumbling curses.
"You big baby, stay here, that way you won't be bored with me" and with that she ran out, leaving him no choice in the matter.
Soul had a feeling he knew where she was going, and it wasn't the library. It was to find out what she could about him and this whole thing from Nygus, the little know-it-all.
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Soul waited outside of Nygus office for full 30 minutes, his brain racing.
What were they talking about? What was Nygus advising Maka? Was she telling her to keep her distance from him? Not to be intimate? Perhaps to kick his head open to show the Imp? His mind was about to burst in a most uncool fashion when Maka finally exited to room.
She saw him standing at the end of the corridor, looking at her, and walked over to him.
"So, did you find the book you were looking for?" Soul asked, trying hard not to sound nervous.
"Nothing special" Maka replied, as if she wasn't caught red handed at lying.
"Come on, talk". He said.
"We'll talk at home, lets go" she answered, and walked off.
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The Moment they got through the door of their apartment, soul threw his bag to the floor, sat on the sofa and said: "Talk". His patience was tested far enough for his liking.
Maka wanted to smile at his impatience, but she couldn't. She sat on the sofa next to him, faced him and asked:
"How long have you been having these dreams you told Nygus about?"
Soul already didn't like the road this conversation was taking. Nygus clearly told her everything. Cuz Fuck doctor-patient privacy.
"The sexual frustrating ones or the surreal psycho ones?" he tried to joke.
"The surreal ones, obviously" she answered, clearly not amused.
Soul gave her a stern look "about… six months now"
"Same as me" Maka said. The look on Soul's face was priceless.
"What are you talking about? You never said anything about…" he asked dumbfounded.
"Yeah, that is because I didn't have the same dreams as yours. Not the same endings. Dreaming about doing… that… with you… its normal, I guess..." She blushed "I had them for a while." She continued and her blush deepened "But you know what I'm talking about - the more vivid ones, the times I could feel and taste, and the sensation were so clear and real, but I didn't quite know what to make of it. I couldn't really remember it … It was all a haze in my head, but I noticed they were different. Not like normal dreams at all. Those began about the same time as yours."
"So now what? What does it mean? That I'm plaguing your dreams with my overly active imagination?" He asked. This was humiliating.
"Not exactly. According to Nygus, we shared them"
"Ah?" was all soul could say. He didn't understand where this was going at all.
"Yep" she answered simply.
"How the hell can we share dreams?" Soul asked, now clearly not understanding how his dreams had anything to do with hers and the violence the imp wanted to inflict upon her.
"Well, apparently, we resonated in our sleep" She answered. "Or at least that's Nygus theory".
"Then she obviously didn't watch our last training. You can hardly resonate with me now when I'm not 'holding it in'; how the hell can we do it in our sleep? It's not that easy Maka" Soul was deeply confused.
"That's just it, when you got stronger, your soul did too, and it sort of forced mine into it. Well, forcing isn't the right word I guess, since Nygus claims my soul had to agree to make this a possibility, but you had a lot of power over my soul. Sharing a single dream is uncommon for a Master and Weapon, but it has happened before. We share our mind and thoughts with each other all the time, it kind of makes sense. And in that state, your soul had, and still has, the upper hand. So you controlled the dream. You remembered more then I did and did more in the dream. That's why I couldn't remember when I woke up, like you did. About all the horrible parts, that is".
Soul sat back, trying to comprehend all of this.
"So in the end, it is still all my fault…" he mumbled, moving his hand through his hair and closing his eyes "damn Imp. Damn black blood." He mumbled but immediately regretted it. He knew what she thought by the look on her face. She felt responsible. Since she was the one who got him injured and infected with the black blood, she was responsible for this scenario.
"So what do we do now? Should I move out?" he asked and instantly regretted saying that. That was the last thing he wanted to do.
Maka's skin turned white at his offer. "No!" she almost yelled. Slightly embarrassed, she calmed herself down "no… She said that the two of us being aware of it, is the first step. Controlling the dream, knowing it is us. The second step is me getting stronger and having a soul wave length equal to yours, so you couldn't be the dominant one in the dreams, not to these lengths anyway, that I wouldn't have a say in the matter."
"And then what? Can't we just stop these dreams all together? Don't get offended, but I do like having some privacy" Soul asked.
"I don't know" she answered, looking at her own fingers instead of him.
Soul asked "Are you ok? I mean, after what you saw in there I wouldn't blame you not wanting to deal with this" his voice was shaking at the last few words as he dreaded her reply. What would he do if she left him? If she didn't want him anymore?
A couple moment of silence went by. No answer. He felt every nerve in his body tense as he waited for her to collect her words. He never felt sicker in his life.
"It's not about wanting. You're my weapon, and we need to fix this. Besides, and I'm strong enough to deal with the violence. It's not the first time I saw blood or felt pain. And I can endure this."
"I don't want you to endure pain maka…" he said.
"It's not real pain. And you need to remember, this is the black blood's fault, not yours… and the black blood is my fault to begin with" she said, her voice quit and slow.
"Yeah, but I'm afraid it's manifesting itself physically… the cut on your leg – I had a dream about It" He said, afraid of her reaction.
"Are you sure? It was really only a scratch" she asked.
"Well… no, I'm not. But I'm not sure I'm safe either. I just need you to know that I have no plan of murdering you… or anything like that. You know I won't hurt you intentionally, right? Whatever the demon shows you"
Soul pulled her close to him on the sofa, and Maka took this as sign to be at ease, her head leaning to him, forehead against forehead.
"I know you won't" she closed her eyes. She breathed deeply and soul did the same, hugging her close and inhaling, trying to soak in her smell.
He broke the silence after a few minutes "I'm planning on finding Chrona. I think there might be a solution where the problem started. There is this link between us - I'll find Medusa herself if it comes to that. And I know how you feel about going after Chrona, but I need you in on this with me". He looked at her, His blazing red eyes gleaming.
"Already on it" Maka gave him a toothy sly smile "why do you think we got the mission to the north? I talked to daddy even before I talked to Nygus."
Soul had no reply. His meister was clever, sharp and a bit scary sometimes.
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"Ok, so you guys have 2 weeks until you go on your first mission in a while! If you can't resonate properly – you're not going!" Spirit yelled at them.
"yeah yeah yeah, we heard you old man" Soul muttered to his meister in his scythe form. "Maka, if you can do this I'll give you a back rub every freaking day. Entire body rub if you want, with that oil we got in the bathtub" he offered.
"Shut up! This isn't the time…"
A big blue sphere appeared around them. Maka's soul was shining bright and blue with wings springing from its sides, while Soul's soul appeared twice the size, with teethe, trying to swallow Maka's soul like he swallowed all those pre-Kishin souls – in one gulp. She tried to keep it steady as she could. She could hear soul complementing her on her good work in her head. Wings appeared from the sides of soul's scythe form, black and menacing, huge and frightening, more then the usual.
"These are so ugly soul…" she said.
"I was thinking of you when I made them" he retorted.
"No, you were thinking of my butt a second ago, I could see".
"Look who's talking, you were thinking about that body-rub I promised you" he laughed, and thought the dirtiest thing he could think of.
The sphere exploded again with a big bang sound, but maka was still holding soul, banging his scythe form on the floor, blushing furiously and cursing. "This is entirely your fault, you horn dog!"
Soul laughed and cried at once in pain "you - ahhh! - asked for it!"
"You started it with your stupid promises!" she retorted.
After 2 more tries soul was sent to get some water, and Maka eyed her father who gave her a weird look.
"What's going on? Why aren't you two taking this seriously?"
Maka gave him a deathly glare "I AM. Its not soul's fault I can't get used to his new impossible wave length"
"It is, actually. You are one of the best meister I know of with soul perception. Aren't you wondering why it's this hard for you to resonate with him now?"
"I was, but I thought he just skipped a level and I stayed behind. Did you see the size of his soul sphere? Oh, you can't see that" she said, ashamed, looking at her scruffy hands.
"I don't know a lot about soul, his past is rather shady. But he wasn't normal from the start… you know that. And the black blood, that makes him worse and more unpredictable. Trust me, I'm a scythe myself, I can tell when someone is a weird weapon. And I may not be able to see it like you can, but I can feel it, his wave length is out of the charts now. It's a miracle you can handle him at all"
"But I will be able to do it like before, right? I mean, it's not impossible?" Maka asked.
"If anyone can do it, you can"
Maka smiled to herself. Papa can be nice sometimes.
"Though I do wish you would leave him and come back to your old Papa, who needs caring and looking after". Spirit cried loudly.
"Get lost!" Maka kicked him.
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"I talked to Papa. He says we need to meet him at 7 AM tomorrow" Maka told Soul on their way home.
They were on Soul's motorcycle, she held him tight, leaning on his broad back and looking as the buildings past by them in a flash.
"Damn him, I'll never get a decent sleep until we go to the north, ah?" he whined.
"We won't go to the north if we can't resonate properly" she said.
"We will. In one or two days you'll master me completely again" he had a lot of confidence in her.
"I hope. You know, Papa said you are special" she giggled.
"Cant you make him stop calling me restarted?! This is getting old!"
"Not that kind of special!" Maka laughed out loud "like actually special. He said most scythe demons don't get a wave length boost, not that big anyways."
"Oh… is that good or bad?"
"It's both, I guess"
"Great, so we have resonating problems, sleeping problems, and a dangerous trip to the north to look for a crazy black blood user or a witch. Or both. Yep, I'm not getting any sleep soon". He signed heavily and continued to drive.
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When they got home Soul change out of his cloths to his pajamas, plopped down on the sofa, and signed. All he wanted to do was watch TV for a while and sleep, with regular peaceful dreams.
Maka made them both a hot cup of tea and sat down next to him. She leaned back on his shoulder, enjoying the heat he was emitting. She remembered how she used to do this all the time before their first kiss and liked how he didn't mind at all. But Now, with their new found intimacy this felt strange. Shouldn't they be more… close? She felt like they were still acting platonic most of the time, and she didn't like it. Was it just her that wanted to touch him all the time? Soul drank his tea, and upon finishing it he sat the cup down on the small wooden table, sat back and wrapped his arm around her small form like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Had he read her mind?
He looked at her baffled face and kissed her forehead. Maka blushed and giggled. She sat up and kissed his forehead as well. She then kissed him on the nose, and then on his lips. the kiss grew deeper, their noses bumped a bit and it seemed that neither could stop this action. His hands began roaming her body again and his tongue eager to win in the wet wrestling battle. She definitely had nothing to worry about anything being platonic.
Hands traveling, mouths against another in an endless war, bodies pressed against each other. His hands found their way to her butt and raised her to sit on top of him. She could feel his member, once again, against her thigh through his thin boxers. This time it was more… there. She moved a bit, positioning him right at the place that tingled and begged to be touched between her thighs. As it touched her in the right place she let out a little sigh through their kiss. It felt so good, but it wasn't enough. She grind herself against Soul again, only he was the one to groan into their kiss.
Soul was going mad. He had his frail looking, anything but innocent and amazingly hot Maka, on top of him, grinding herself against the biggest and hardest erections he ever had in his life. And It was weird and sexy, moving like their having sex, but no clothes left their bodies, no penetration – just friction. Agonizing slow friction.
"Yes! Yes! Take her now! What are you waiting for?!" the imp screamed in his head.
"I told you to SHUT THE FUCK UP!" soul roared. The demon fell silent at once.
And Maka kept grinding some more.
If she kept doing that he would come in no time, messing up his pants and his ego, having clearly developed an issue about losing control. But he couldn't very well push her away. So he did the opposite. She didn't seem to mind. He grabbed her waist and pressed her against him as hard as he could. He shoved her a bit back and then pressed her again against him. Pushing and pulling her pelvis. She was so light weight to move and so very soft. Moving his pelvis with every push, he was getting too close.
She moaned with every move he made and tried to move with him, she started to nip at his neck when he suddenly stopped her. "maka…" he signed into her shoulder, his voice the lowest she ever heard from him "if we keep doing this... I'm gonna…" he trailed on, assuming she would get the hint.
To his surprise Maka only kissed him again, her tongue invading his mouth with force, as she grind herself hard against him. And again, and again. After another minute soul grabbed her small hips, helping her and grinding her as hard as he could against him. This was too much, he couldn't contain the feeling any more and he simply let go. Grinding his sharp teeth, he let out a groan Maka never heard before, and with that he was still. Just holding her close and kissing her in a very soft manner.
She kissed him back softly, with a sly smile plastered on her face.
"What are you smiling about?" He asked. His face still red and his heart pounding.
"You. I like hearing you" she kissed his nose playfully.
"This isn't funny. Look at my boxers" He said, blushing.
"Ah, I don't need to look" Maka replied. She was right; she could feel the wetness on her legs, though the wetness in her panties was not from his predicament at all.
"You think this is funny, do you?" Soul easily grabbed her hands and pushed her down on the sofa, smiling .He climbed above her, his broad body towering over her as one of his hands went up her thighs, to her shirt, then under it. He then stopped, only so he could open the buttons, one by one, until her shirt was open and she laid there, her white cotton bra visible and a smile on her face. He started to kiss her neck, lowering his ministrations until he was at the rim of her bra, then moved it down, freeing her nipple to the cold night air only for a second before catching it with his soft lips and warm tongue. He wondered if she would stop him again, but she didn't.
Maka moaned silently, she never thought her nipple could be so tender and sensitive. Every flick of his tongue made her take in a hurry breath and every suck exhale. She was surprised when she felt her bra come off entirely as he unhooked it from the back. When did he learn how to do that? She hoped he didn't cut it... Never mind. She concentrated on the exquisite feeling of being touched everywhere. His mouth on her left breast and his left hand creeping its way down her body. From her navel to her thigh, then back up, on her hip bone, then diving beneath her skirt, now edging to her panties. Was he going to make her come? Like he came a moment ago? Was he going to touch her *there*? She would let him of course, it was only fair both of them would be satisfied and she could probably come so quickly… just from the friction so far. She was so wet, her panties must be soaked. She tried not to think of how embarrassing it would be, to be touched there for the first time by somebody other then herself and waited for his fingers to continue on their way down.
His fingers played with the white cotton, moving it and then slithering beneath it… down… Gods, he was almost there… she was holding her breath, ready to let out a sigh when he suddenly got up, gave her a chaste kiss on the lips and smiled widely.
The whimper Maka made was the cutest thing he ever heard in his life. Especially with her sprawled body laid over the sofa, her skirt up her thighs, her shirt tossed aside and her hair tangled.
"I'm going to take a shower. Next time don't smirk" Soul walked off in a cool manner, not looking back, trying to act Cool. Until maka threw a book at his head, that is.
"I can't believe you!" her voice angry and desperate. "Is this a new kind of torture, Soul?"
He ignored it and got in the shower. Once inside he exploded with laughter. After all, if she ever left him there like that, half way- he would do more than throw a book at her.
He opened the door and yelled "You can join me in the shower if you want", hoping she would take the bait.
"You wish!" she pouted as he closed the shower door. She couldn't believe his rudeness! He was such an odd person when it came to intimacy, relationship and sex. She was going to get back at him for sure. She let her head rest against the pillow, frustrated beyond words and considered finishing this without him. she had good 3-5 minutes before he came out of the shower. why was he always so quick?
As hot water ran down Soul's back he could hear the demon buzzing in his head. He heard him before too. It was a good thing that he stopped when he did, he could feel the sickness crawling in him, a need to cut something, to see blood, to hear her scream in pleasure or pain. He didn't know what to feel anymore except guilt – normal people don't want to hurt or control others like this. But he did. gods how he wanted to. And he was happy then he was ever before. He was practically giddy. Maybe it was the release he just had, and maybe it was thinking about just how mad Maka must be.
"So, you think you can do what you want?" said the little red creature.
"I do, actually." Soul happily answered.
"We'll see…" was all the imp replied.
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I Hope you enjoyed reading this new chapter. If you did – Please Review!
The next chapter is going to have Blood and Gore and sexual content, you have been warned. If you do not like to read violence, please refrain from reading it.
I must apologize for not posting for so long. In order to make sure I post more frequently I decided to get a Beta-Reader. Since English is not my native language it is hard to make sure I have no mistakes and misspelling. If you think you are up for the job of a Beta-Reader, please send me a PM~! I am looking for someone who writes fanfics too and that English is his/her's first language.
There are about 20 more pages already written, but I really need help finishing them.
Yours,
Deetz