Chapter: Chapter 2
Story: Forgotten Memories Redo!
Author: CutieDestyy
Reviews: 8
A/N: I usually put this at the bottom but this is urgent. I really hadn't noticed how long it took me to update. I posted on my first day of school and this is the….uh….anyway…
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Maka's hand shot up to quickly wipe away the tears that managed to escape. She took a deep breath as she plopped down on her soft bed. Maka bit her lip, drawing blood as she stared at an old picture from when she was 15. The good days…when Soul was still her…friend, and Black*Star didn't act like a complete ass to her when she walked down the halls.
When she didn't just sit at home and read all read all the time, when she didn't just drown in all the problems she had the power to fix. When she still had a passion for making people happy, and singing. She had loved to sing back then; Tori had posted over a hundred of those videos on the internet.
She was going to have to take them down now.
They were getting too dangerous; she was being recognized by strangers, and by some of her classmates. She was getting noticed, and people were starting to talk to her.
But that wasn't the dangerous part.
Soul was in almost all of the videos.
They were usually by accident, Tori would be recording, and she would accidently get Soul on camera. Tori didn't have the steadiest of hands. That was mostly due to Black*Star constantly bumping into her, and trying to tell her the corniest jokes that Maka had ever heard.
Maka let a small grin worm its way onto her face.
"What did the digital clock say to the grandfather clock?"
"What Black*Star?"
"Look grandpa, no hands!"
"You're an idiot, Star…"
Maka shook her head, the grin turning into a melancholic smile as she got her messenger bag.
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Maka slowly got up, fixing her skirt so her underwear no longer showed. She really needed to start wearing longer skirts….or pants. As she walked to her desk in the back of the room, Maka tried to shove out the laughter of the other students.
"Okay, okay students. Stop laughing or you all have detention!" Marie shouted, face red from anger. She looked at Maka sympathetically; face returning its natural color. That's what Maka loved about Social Studies, Ms. Marie was her teacher. The only thing she hated about it was it was actual social studies, everyone was assigned a partner, and they had to present a report about their partner at the end of the year.
"It will help you just in case you need to do a group resonance!"
Maka had inwardly rolled her eyes, muttering, "Then why do we have to have only one partner?" But Maka knew why she had started this class, from the very beginning she had only wanted to play match maker.
"Kymil and Soul…I'm changing Kymil's partner to Blair…" Ms. Marie said, and then two twin squeals coming from said girls' resounded in the room, "…And Soul's partner to Maka, since they're already weapon/meister partners."
Appalled gasps from girls, hoots of victory from guys –happy they didn't have to pair up with Maka Albarn because Oh god, that would be terrible- and silence from both the meister and the weapon.
"Okay! Now that we have everyone partnered, officially this time, I don't want to change people partners again, because a certain meisters decides to toy with emotions…" Marie glared pointedly at Kymil and Kidd, the afore mentioned smiling sweetly while the latter bowed his head in shame.
"I want everyone to start working with their partners, but I have to say, if you think you're going to learn everything about your partner for 45 minutes each week, you are sadly mistaken."
Maka reluctantly looked up from her corner in the back of the room, to see Black*Star actually raising his hand, rather than shouting out. That's when she noticed that his weapon was absent, 'He must act out just to get attention from her, rather than attention from everyone.' Maka realized. 'He did the same with Tori, oh! I wonder if he still remembers and likes her…probably not. He has Tsubaki now, and Tori did say that she was only going to stay with him until he got a weapon…'
"Hey, flat-lands, you awake in there?" A voice said beside her, making Maka jump and turn around slowly. After realizing it was her new obnoxious partner, she let out a silent sigh, and turned back around to Black*Star, who had given up being polite and was resorting to yelling again...
"…MARIE YOUR GOD DOESN'T HAVE A PARTNER!"
And that was when Maka decided Black*Star was an idiot.
"…Ey…Hey! Tiny-tits!" Maka spun around to the seat behind her, to be met with a grinning and satisfied Soul.
"What." She said, trying to keep the venom from seeping through that would only make him cockier, knowing that he had successfully riled her up.
"I usually don't care about this crap, but my parents said they were gonna' take away my motorcycle, if I didn't get my grades up."
Maka stayed silent, already hearing the gossip pile up one on top of the other, lie after lie after lie. Girls hissing into their friend's ear about "OMG THAT BITCH…" about her, and Soul. The bane of her existence the ache in her chest that continued to pound against her brain and vocal cords, demanding to be shouted out to the world, because it wanted to be out, Damnit!
Maka looked at the incisions from behind her bangs, the incisions being everyone. Everyone in the room that had ever bullied or ridiculed her teased her or mocked her. They were her wounds; every time they said something to make her feel bad about herself they wounded her even further, but Maka….Maka loved them.
Wounds they bled, even if they were figurative rather than literal. Wounds, they all bled, no matter what they were. And wounds, the bleeding always stopped somehow, they always closed up, but Maka didn't want hers to close.
As funny, or sad, as that may sound it was the truth. Maka had absolutely no intention for her wounds to be closing, the pain from her incisions subsided the never-ending pain in her chest.
So, no matter how mean or hurtful the comments got…
"Bitch…"
Maka would always love them.
"Whore…"
If Maka answered Soul right then, it would get even worse…
Or, she could get real incisions…
Maka turned to Soul in her chair fully, being greeted with happy crimson eyes, "What do I need to know about you?"
Maka feigned thought for a moment before answering quietly, "I hate you."
A/N: Haha. Oh, Maka how we love you and your burning hatred for Soul (Which will be explained more in the next chapter.) Please don't be mad about the short chapter, I can't believe it took me a month and a day to update! (I started then restarted this about 7 times But don't worry, I've already started on the next chapter, and it's going to be longer because….Crona and my lovely O/C's are going to be introduced! And we get to see our stupid babies hating P.E together…sorta…
Edit: Oh wow, exactly one month for me to update.
Next Chapter: The Crona Arc Part 1
Maka hated…
Soul hated…
P.E.
