AN: So you guys probably don't care but I really haven't thought about how long I'm going to make this story. I really am probably just gonna keep writing until I run completely out of ideas. Ya, so, let me know what you think of how the story has changed…
All Questions Need Answering
Maka POV: With a sigh I sat down between Hikaru and Kyoya, dreading the fact that they talk with each other a lot. So, by sitting in between them they will probably drag me into their conversations pretty frequently. So I pulled out my iPod, put in my headphones, and zoned out to the beat of a slower relaxing song. I didn't really recognize the song so I listened loosely to the lyrics,
"I will never let you fall, I'll stand up with you forever. I'll be there for you through it all, even if saving you sends me to heaven. Cuz you're my, you're my, my, my true love, my whole heart. Please don't throw that away. Cuz I'm here for you, please don't walk away and, please tell me you'll stay…"
The familiar burning sensation warned me that I was about to start crying again. I don't understand why I'm being so emotional; this hasn't ever been a problem for me, but now it's like every single thing reminds me of Soul and the fact that he's gone. I hit the next song button because I didn't want to start crying over this one little thing. A different genre with more of a country vibe started playing. I knew that probably wouldn't be too good because most country songs are about break-ups. I was wrong, this was worse.
"I feel you everywhere I go. I see your smile, I see your face, I hear you laughin' in the rain. I still can't believe you're gone. It ain't fair: you died too young, like the story that had just begun, but death tore the pages all away. God knows how I miss you, all the hell that I've been through, just knowin' no-one could take your place. An' sometimes I wonder, who'd you be today?
Does shuffle hate me or something? I started playing music to distract me not to make me hurt. I decided to turn my music off but still keep my headphones on so that everyone would think that I can't hear them and that they shouldn't bother me. I pulled out my leather-bound note book and decided to leaf through it and maybe make some additions. Opening it I see some of the quotes I found online that I wrote down.
"life becomes less about living, and more about surviving. With these demons in my head, it still feels impossible." "we stopped checking for monsters under the bed when we realized they were inside of us." "you probably don't understand. Most people don't. You will never understand how much anger, how much self-hatred someone must have to take a razor to themselves, and cut into their own skin."
I quickly shut the journal because I couldn't have anyone seeing what's inside these pages. In retrospect I shouldn't have brought it at all. Just like my glasses case, I probably won't need either but I guess I feel safe having them with me. Like a security blanket, but blankets don't do this kind of damage. My journal is where I keep record of my emotions, when I cut, and how much I cut. If anyone read it they'd know instantly what it is so I keep it well hidden and on me at all times. And my glasses case is where I keep a miniature Swiss army knife and three pencil sharpener blades. The army knife is dull so it's more painful but less effective. Two of the sharpener blades are relatively sharp because they're fairly new, and then I have the third sharpener blade. I have a red string tied through the hole where the screw would be to remind me that I've never used that blade and that I should save it for a time when things are really bad. I should think about a different way to carry them, because doesn't it seem a little strange that a girl with 20/20 vision carries around a glasses case everywhere she goes? Maybe some people would think that it's sunglasses? I really don't know, but that's not important. What is though, is the tapping I feel on my right shoulder. Taking off my headphones I turned to face Kyoya,
"Yes Kyoya? What is it?" I asked, wondering what it could be that he would need, "Is something the matter?"
"No Maka that's not it, I was just wondering if you could clarify something for me." He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and for a brief second they glinted for the sunlight coming through the window.
"Yeah, sure I can. What is it?" What would Kyoya need me to clarify? What's going on?
"Well you see," he began, "You said you're parents are out-of-town yes?" Why? Why does he keep bringing my parents up? It couldn't be… he couldn't know anything. Could he? "Maka?" he asked, trying to get me to focus.
"Yeah, they went on a trip." I felt bad about lying, and I know I'm pretty bad at it but I'm not ready for anyone to know yet. When he heard my answer, Kyoya smirked.
"Where did they go?" he asked with such a tone that it almost screamed 'I know you're lying and I dare you to do it again.'
"Well they travel a lot for work, so I'm not sure exactly where they are." Kyoya was an expert at getting me to trip up, I felt so nervous answering him because I felt like at any second he would just blurt out that he knew where they really were.
"When did they leave?" his questions weren't very invasive so none of the others stopped him for being creepy or anything, the way he said them it just sounded like small talk even though it feels like an interrogation.
"A few days ago I'm really not sure when. Oh right, it was on Tuesday! I remember because that's the day I helped my mom make dinner." When Kyoya's smirk turned into a full-blown grin I knew I must have tripped up.
"You were at my house on Tuesday night, Maka." Shit. How could I have forgotten? Speaking of forgetting I almost forgot to take another dose of my medication.
"Yeah, I guess so huh? Well, if you'll excuse me I have to go to the washroom." Before he could answer I ran to the back where the bathroom is.
Kyoya POV: I know something is up. If she hadn't run to the bathroom I probably would have had her. I'm going to find out what her secrets are. I don't care how long it takes me. This girl is a mystery, and when you know everything about most everyone having someone keep secrets from you is almost issuing a challenge.
When Maka returned I didn't continue my questioning, I know all I need to for now. And over these next five days I'm determined to figure out what she's hiding.
AN: The songs are Guardian Angel by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus and Who'd You Be Today by Kenny Chesney