Welcome to the forth chapter!
Haven't got much to say here...
"Ahh..." Maka finished her second coffee with a smile. The taste of the steaming coffee made her forget her troubles at home and with her father.
"Here" Soul said as he threw a towel at Maka. "Bathroom is next to the bookcases. Don't stay in the shower too long; I gotta pay for that hot water."
Maka gave him a look. An angry one. "Don't be a pervert Soul"
"What?!" Soul was not expecting such a furious look. "I don't want you trudgin' around my apartment in soaked clothes!" Then, Soul jumped to a conclusion, "Wait... Don't tell me you don't have any spare clothes?!" Soul blushed, because if she didn't then, what he just suggested...
"Of course I do you idiot!" Maka shouted as she grabbed her bag as an explanation and stormed to the bathroom.
"Y-yeah..." Soul regained his cool. "As if I'd want to see you naked."
Maka turned with her eyes blazing and mouth pulling a nasty snarl.
"Aww, Shi-!" Soul's words were cut short as Maka's fist made contact, dead centre, with Soul's stomach.
Maka closed her eyes, exhaled then entered the bathroom as Soul doubled over in pain.
"W-what the... aahhh... geez..." Soul pulled himself to the closest couch and curled up to try and ease the pain, he was there for a while, just waiting for the leave his body. Never in Maka and Soul's partnership as Meister and Weapon had Maka turned to angry so in seconds in response to such a small insult.
Why the hell did she get so angry? Soul racked his brain for answers, but he found none. Soul took a stab in the dark and guessed that the cause must be related to why she was so desperate to get into his blue haired friends house. What on earth was the reason? Did someone say she was ugly or something? If that was the case, then why would she run away with a bag?
Soul sat up and looked over the couch and gazed at his phone on the kitchen counter. Soul reckoned that his narcissist, blunt, idiot friend would have some idea about the reasons for events that made Soul go out of his way to make sure his Meister didn't die of hypothermia and get a punch to the stomach as thanks. He was a part of that 3 hour battle as well.
Just as he pulled himself up from the couch and made his way to the mobile device on the counter, the bathroom door swung open and Maka came out wearing a white long sleeve V-neck, a maroon zip hoodie (unzipped) and a simple blue skirt.
Maka shuffled back to the couch, not meeting Soul's eyes, and sat down with her bag and pulled out a book and then propel started reading. Soul didn't want to tangle with the anger then swarmed around her. So he continued his way to his phone and called up Black*Star.
Straight to voice mail.
He tried Tsubaki's number. Same result.
Soul thought of someone who might have some clue what was going on. Soul remembered opening his umbrella as ran outside the bookshop, trying to guess why Maka suddenly sprinted away into the rain and he bumped into Kid. Soul remembered that Kid at the time was on a symmetry rant but the son of death himself only mentioned that 'topics relating to sexual themes or anything less would be unwise to talk about' Thanks for being descriptive, asshole.
Soul rang up Kid. Thankfully the call started.
"Hey Soul~" A voice called.
"Hey Kid, I gotta a- Wait, is that you Patty?" Soul was about to verbally attack Kid but he held back realising it wasn't him.
"Yep!" Patty's voice rang out.
"Can you put Kid on the line?" Soul asked.
"Sure, sure...hold on..." In the background he could hear voices, crashes and bangs.
"Patty? What the hell is going on? You guys all right?"
"Yeah...don't worry! Liz and Kid are just playing up again!" Soul was worried if this meant that Patty was the only reliable one there.
"What do you mean?" Maka couldn't hear Patty's end of the line so she was left to imagine what Soul hearing from only hearing his side of the conversation.
"Kid...! Come on sis!" After a few short pauses and more commotion finally Kid's voice "*Ahem!* Yes Soul?" Soul could imagine Kid brushing himself off.
Soul told him the events that troubled him and demanded answers, if he had answers of course.
"Mmm... Well, I have a pretty good idea what the problem is..." Kid thought of the best way to explain it to the albino.
"Hold on..." Soul pulled the phone away from his right ear. "Yo Maka! You hungry?" He called. Soul figured that his guest must be hungry after today. After all, Soul was taught to be a good host...even if your guest punches you in the gut.
"Yeah!" Maka called back as if she hadn't slugged Soul about ten minutes ago.
"Ok Kid, spill it." Soul firmly said as he checked the cupboard for biscuits and bags of crisps which was empty.
"My best guess is that it has to do with her father." Kid started.
"Oh, Spirit." Soul did respect Spirit Albarn a little because he did become a Death Scythe, which is the goal of every Weapon. Soul also knew that he was a pervert, but he didn't know the extant.
Soul was checking other cupboards in search of any food, but his search proved a failure.
"As you most likely noticed, whatever it was, it pissed her off so much that she ran rain through heavy rain and stopped at the other end of the city." Kid said blatantly
"And almost get hypothermia..." Soul growled because it seemed as if someone had just stolen all of his food, yet it he knew that he should have been to the shops days ago.
"Ah, about that... Is Maka ok?" Kid asked with a sense of worry in his voice.
Soul looked back at the couches, he saw his Meister reading a thick hardback book and an aura of anger still surrounding her.
"Yeah, she's fine." Soul sighed; he was worn out by all this. He was suddenly longed for sleep.
"Soul? Soul? Soul Eater?" Kid's voice echoed from the phone.
"...mmm? Oh, sorry, say that again." Soul had to pinch himself to fight back sleep.
"Don't hesitate to call me again if you need any help." Kid hoped that Soul had heard him.
"Heh, as if I'd need your help 'stripes'" Soul made a devilish grin despite his long for rest; he always had enough energy to do that.
"Goodbye Soul." Kid gritted his teeth as he was remanded about the three white stripes that cut across the left side of his jet-black hair, which completely threw of his symmetry.
"See ya, Kid"
As Soul hung up, he opened the fridge door and to his horror it was empty. Well, except from a small tub of butter and some ice cubes in the corner of the mini freezer which was a part of the fridge.
Great... Soul moaned to himself. He's going to have to buy some food, unless starvation is the one way he wishes die. Which it wasn't, for the record.
Soul closed the fridge, stuck his phone in his pocket and grabbed his coat on a coat hanger by the front door.
"Where are you going?" His Meister asked sitting on the couch with her legs curled and book covering her month from the angle he was standing at.
"I'm going shopping for food." Soul said with a huff. He really wanted to sleep but it wasn't cool to have a guest unfed while he was the host.
"While rain threatens to flood the city? Sure thing Soul." Maka used his own sarcastic words from the bookshop. Soul swore that she had a smirk on her face but the book hid whatever expression her face was wearing.
"Ok then. I hope you like solid clumps of butter and a few ice cubes for dinner..." Soul's voice trailed off as he let that information sink in.
Maka sprang up from her perch on the couch with a big huff and grabbed her hoodie, leaving her book on the coffee table.
"Where are you going?" Soul turned the question on her now.
"I'm coming shopping with you, of course." She said it as if Soul was a child trying to fit a cube in a hole shaped like a circle and he didn't know why it wouldn't fit.
"Why?" Soul felt like he had made more questions today than a cosmologist.
"So you don't buy something disgusting like raw fish." Maka was ready to leave for the store.
"I didn't know you hated raw fish..." For some reason, the fact that he didn't know that Maka hated raw fish pissed him off. The more reasonable part of him said that it was such a small detail that it didn't matter and he should just dismiss it. Yet Soul knew that it was a straight up lie. Him not knowing such a tiny trait of Maka's personae was the biggest reason why it bothered him so much. Black*Star and Tsubaki know exactly what foods they enjoyed and which foods to steer clear of. They were Meister and Weapon, so why did he not know something so simple like Maka hating raw fish?
Poor Soul!
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Thanks for reading guys! My school is starting super soon, so I'll try my hardest to pump these out.
Soul~