I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER
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~MAKA~
I know, my pov for once right?
Anyway, how are you guys? I haven't seen you in awhile. Anyway, a couple months ago, Soul pulled a prank on me where he got shot and was about to go into a coma.
I almost cried.
REVENGE TIME!
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I violently shook the can of purple spraypaint in my hands as everyone else did the same with their colors.
"You guys ready?" I asked. They all nodded and began spraying a wall with our paint. We where drawing on dicks, cuss words, shit, every profane thing you can think of. Soul was cuckling next to me. They should be coming right about...
"Come out of the alley with your hands where I can see them." Everyone was in on the plan except for Soul. So everyone was walking slowly towards the cops spraypaint high in the air along with our hands.
"How can you not be freaking out?" Soul wisper shouted at me as we continued walking. I just wore a smirk on my face.
"DROP THE WEAPONS!" The cop exclaimed seeing we all had something in our hands. Everyone dropped them in unison except for me.
"Maka, drop it." Soul growled at me.
'I would listen to Sharky miss." The cop reasoned.
'Well, tell me young sir how spraypaint, something made for fun, can be a weapon." I ask casually. The cop just stares at me.
'It is legal LA procedure ma'am. Please put down your weapon."
"Nope. I think I'll keep it." And with that I kept running down the busy streets of Death City, LA. Using up the last of my paint on the sidewalk as I ran. Cop cars chasing after me. I could hear Soul yelling at me to come back.
When me and the cops reached the spot. They ran out and cuffed me. The others catching up. Soul's eyes where the size of dinner plates.
"You know that vandalism is a crime. So is running from a form of law. Do you miss?"
"Yes, sir." I say cockily. They shoved me into the cop car and Soul came running over. I could make out their coversation through the thin glass of the window.
"Please don't take her." Soul begged.
"I'm sorry sir she had two offenses that until paid must say in the LA prison." Soul just slugged over to the curb and sat there with his head in his hands.
"Please, I'll pay anything. Just don't take her away. PLEASE!" Soul started bursting into tears. I sigh and I tell the man in the front of the car to let me out. He does and I walk over to Soul and crouch down in front of him.
'Soul, Soul, look at me." He obliges and I snap the breakaway handcuffs apart right in front of him. He looks like I have three heads.
"Ma,ka how the fu-"
"It was a prank Soul. Revenge to be exact everyone was in on it. The cops are actors that I paid to come and assist me, and I had legal premission to do everything I just did. You decided to convinced me you where shot and almost dead. Think of it like karma." I smile at him. He starts hysterrically cracking up and I smile at him.
"You fucking suck." In between laughs.
"Blame it on yourself. You pulled a prank first." We all had a good laugh...