Chapter 5: Sorry
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"Soul! Soul" The skilled scythe meister, shook her sweat covered partner from his slumber.
"What?" He rose, instantly grabbing his head. His heart was racing, his palms were sweaty and he had a terrible headache.
"Soul, are you okay?" Maka asked, tightly holding on to his shoulder.
Soul wiped his sweat covered forehead, using the sleeve of his pajamas.
"Hold on, I'll get you a cold rag" Maka scurried off.
Soul, sat there drenched in his sweat. But what he had dreamt was just too much for the weapon to handle.
"I KISSED KID?" He screamed, pulling on his short spikey hair, yelling to the ceiling.
Maka rushed back, holding a light baby blue rag soaked with cold water.
"What was that, Soul?" She asked, sitting down on his bed.
"Oh it was nothing." He mumbled lowering is head to his chest.
Maka lightly pressed the cold rag against Soul's face. He flinched from the sudden temperature drop.
"Did you have a bad dream or something?" The young ash blonde asked.
"Um. It was nothing. I should probably stop eating before going to bed." He lied.
"Well I cooked breakfast, would you like some?" Maka asked rising from her Weapon's bed.
"Sure. Just the omelet and toast please?" He made little to no eye contact with his meister. Soul looked worried and nervous. Did he really dream that he kissed the young shinigami?
"Uh sure." She left.
Soul lifted the covers from his legs and slowly slid them down to the bed.
"Hey Soul…Kid is here." Maka popped back in the room. Soul nearly leaped out of his skin. "H-He is?" He stammered.
The young scythe meister exited Soul's room.
Seeing Soul all nervous like that made her giggle with excitement.
"Good luck, Soul!" She thought walking back over to Kid.
"He'll be out in a sec." Maka smiled. "I'm going to run to the store"
"Uh! Wait really...okay…" Kid sighed. Maka quickly grabbed her cell and her keys and rushed out of the door. Soul came out of his room in dry set of clothing. "Hey it's that red hoodie, I like" The young shinigami pointed out. "Heh, uh yeah." Soul mumbled, playing with his fingers.
An awkward silence fell between the two
"Can we talk?" The shinigami took a seat on the red sofa.
"Uh yeah." Soul sat beside him.
"Whoa this is going just like the dream! Minus Black*Star." He smiled.
"And just to make it all right I even wore the same clothes, I was wearing in the dream!' Soul mentally patted himself on the back.
"Soul? Are you listening?" Kid waved his hand in front of the white haired teen.
"Uh yeah I'm listening." He replied.
"I want to know is there someone you like." Kid asked red in the face.
"Uh….no…w-why do you?" Soul glanced away, blushing himself.
"Yes….well can I tell you something." He moved closer to the scythe boy.
Soul's heart began racing and his palms became sweating. And to him the room began spinning.
"I like….you…you…well you…..know…..uh Maka-chan." Kid smiled, playing with his thumbs.
"…" Soul's heart rate slowly decreased, and then it began to sink. His vision began to blur up. And his throat had a knot in it.
"Oh you like, Maka." Soul faked a smiled, but on the inside he was heartbroken.
His world had been crush, his dreams his hopes, his wishes and fantasies had all been for nothing.