Hi again! Alright so I'm super not cool, it's been over a week, I know. Don't kill me! ;-; This chapter is, as promised, sort of important and not super fluffy, so I hope you like it!
And I don't own Soul Eater or the characters, blah blah blah.
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When Kid arrived home, the stillness of the mansion informed him that he was alone = which meant that Liz and Patty were still out shopping. "I wonder what's taking them so long. They've had all day!" He thought aloud as he closed the front door behind him.
Kid wandered to the kitchen in search of an afternoon snack. (Part of the shopping list he'd given the girls included groceries for the house - since they'd all been too lazy to go out earlier in the week) He settled for an apple he deemed symmetrical, and headed to the lounge to relax. As soon as he sat down, however, circumstances made it clear that relaxing was out of the question.
The heavy wooden door creaked open, and in rolled the loud chattering of his housemates and weapons, the Thompson sisters. "But I told you that something was up, Patty! You never listen to me when I talk." came Liz's voice, growing nearer to the lounge. Patty retorted: "Yes I do! But, do you really think that he - " She stopped short, and both girls froze at the sight of their miester.
Kid smirked. He was fairly certain he already knew what they were blabbering on about - especially because they had left their backpacks at school, and now they were carrying them; evidence that they'd been hanging out at the DWMA - but he had more important matters to attend to. Still... "Oh, don't mind me. Please, continue with your conversation." He raised an eyebrow playfully, twirling the untouched apple in his fingers.
Liz panicked and shoved her bag of groceries into Patty's already full hands. She laughed nervously, "Oh! Haha, it's not important now, just uh, girl stuff! Right, Patty? Right, okay, we'll go make dinner now! 'Bye!" She then proceeded to awkwardly shove her younger sister in the direction of the kitchen.
Before they could make their getaway, Kid stood up from his chair and stepped in their path. "Hold on a minute." He requested, stopping them with his hand for emphasis.
They both held their breath, unsure of what to do, and stared at the reaper simply awaiting their lecture - or...worse?
Kid smiled again - less menacingly this time - and lowered his hand. "Let me go change out of my school clothes, and I'll help you with dinner."
As he started to walk away, the girls exhaled. Their relief was, of course, immediately revoked.
"There's something I need to talk to you two about." Kid added, as he turned down the massive corridor to his bedroom.
When he arrived in the kitchen - now sporting a simple white tee-shirt, black cargo shorts, and bare feet - Liz and Patty were already cooking pasta. He took it upon himself to pull out some fresh tomatoes and garlic for the sauce.
Patty started forming meatballs for the meal, while Liz tended to the noodles. For a while, they were all silent and focused - just three normal, hungry teenagers working toward their goal. Then, as Liz would phrase it later, her younger sister had to "go and open her big mouth".
"So, Kid, what did you want to talk to us about?" Patty blurted randomly. Liz covered her face with her hand, conveying her frustration and masking her fear.
Kid, without looking up from his sauce mixture, replied flatly: "Oh yes. I'm glad you reminded me. It's about the party tomorrow." He could hear the older sister exhale sharply, and grinned to himself. She can be so painfully transparent, sometimes. Regardless, he spoke again. "I am going to miss about the last two hours of class tomorrow to prepare, but since you girls were already absent today, I was you to stay. Understood?" He looked up to make eye contact with both of them individually.
The sisters nodded and smiled half-heartedly. What is he up to, anyway? Liz thought. Patty gave a thumbs-up and a "Sure thing!" so enthusiastic that it almost seemed sarcastic.
Completely ignoring their sketchy responses, Kid continued once more, keeping his eye contact this time. "Two more things: First, I want you to make sure no one tries to arrive more than twenty minutes early. If they get here before that, not everything will be ready, and it will be entirely ruined." His voice wavered a bit, but he went on: "Can you do that?"
Again, the girls nodded.
"Which brings me to the second task. There is one exception; I've asked Soul to provide the music." He paused to gauge their reaction. Neither girl flinched. "He is coming over approximately one hour before the party begins, so that we can, um, plan. I want you to remind him to meet me - and make sure that no one else comes over. If unauthorized guests see this house before everything is perfect, it'll be your heads. Are we clear, Liz and Patty?"
Patty smiled childishly, and Liz rolled her eyes. "Yes, Kid." they said in unison. Though Patty's suspicion of Kid's behavior seemed to be diminishing, the older sister couldn't help but wonder, Why is he being so...extra weird? And Maka said she thought...
Her wandering mind screeched to a halt when the miester spoke once more. "Good. Now come here, the both of you, and give this sauce a try. There's something missing..."
Soul stopped in at the small bakery near his house on the way home, to pick up Maka's favorite pastries - he had to make up for being a jerk somehow. After his encounter with Kid at school, Maka trailed back to see what had happened. Being the worry-wort that she is, she came barging into the room, guns blazing (figuratively) only to find her weapon sitting in the floor on a heap.
Maka was utterly confused and kind of concerned. She had approached him cautiously, placing a hand on his shoulder and trying to console him - though she had no idea why he seemed so broken; what the hell had Kid said to him?
And what did I do? Accept her genuine care? Bother to confide why I was so screwed up? Nope. Soul thought, mentally kicking himself. I lashed out, pushed her away, and ran out of the building, leaving her there - definitely confused, and probably hurt, too.
After he cooled down, Soul had made one of the most difficult decisions he'd ever had to make - he decided to confide in the girl, hoping to whatever Gods there were that she could keep a secret.
As the scythe expected, his miester had beaten him home. He did not, however, expect her to be pouting on the couch, staring mindlessly at the television. As he entered the living room, he paused to make sure that a Maka-chop would not be his greeting. After he was convinced that her choice was to just ignore him altogether, he trudged in and offered up the pastries, hoping to make peace.
Maka glared in his direction, contemplating all the different ways she could injure him. Then, with one whiff of the treat he'd brought, a smile worked its way across her lips. Maka snatched the paper bag from Soul's hands, pried it open, and nearly inhaled the first of four sweets.
Soul grinned, his sharp teeth bared, and plopped down on the sofa beside her. After a moment, once his miester had sufficiently stuffed her face, Soul offered his hand. "Truce?" he inquired, his eyes apologetic.
With only a satisfied grunt, Maka took his hand and squeezed her affirmation. Before her weapon could begin another thought, however, she added: "One condition, though. You have to tell me what the hell is going on with you!"
Though it sounded like a selfish demand, Soul knew Maka well enough to understand that she made such a demand out of love. At a loss of what else to do, he slumped in the seat and buried his face in his hands. "I had already planned on it..." he muttered.
Maka sat up straight, shocked by his compliance. "R-Really?" she questioned. "But...what's the catch?" She crossed her arms, her voice suddenly filling with suspicion.
The scythe looked up from his hands and stared at her intently, making sure she could see the seriousness on his face. "Complete. Confidentiality. You got it? This conversation never ever leaves this room. I'm talking to you as your best friend who needs help, not so you can gossip about how fucked-up I am to your girlfriends." After seeing that his miester was taken aback by the comment, he added a weak "Please."
Seeing the pleading look on Soul's face made Maka even more worried. Nonetheless, she nodded slowly, pulling his hands away from his head and holding them gently in hers. "You can trust me." she assured him.
Soul smiled faintly, but it soon faded. He let out a sharp exhale and leaned back into the sofa, wringing his hands anxiously. "Well...I need your advice..." he began, pausing to gather his thoughts. "I feel like I'm going out of my damn mind... I'm not myself lately. I keep getting all nervous, a-and, embarrassed...I feel like I've got a fever, or...or like I'm gonna puke, and, I don't know, dizzy? Every fucking t-time I..." He stopped, afraid to continue.
Maka could see his face turning beet red, and giggled. Earlier in the day, she had seen the evidence of all this, and knew exactly what was "wrong"; but one question remained... Anxious to know more, she nudged him. "Yeah? Every time...?"
Soul turned an even more violent red, almost purple, like the blood was going to burst from his face. His heart was racing from terror. He knew this was about the most uncool he'd ever been, but he didn't know how to make it stop. Finally, he attempted to finish his sentence stumbling. "E-Every time...fucking...Kid is around!" he blurted. Soul sunk into his palms again, ready to explode from embarrassment.
Maka screeched animatedly, and practically choked her weapon with a forced embrace. She babbled incoherently for a few seconds, then pulled away, grinning from ear to ear. "Ohmigod, Soul, you totally have a crush on Kid!" She giggled and clapped childishly.
Soul couldn't comprehend why she was so excited. He figured she would say something like that, but it wasn't what he wanted to hear. "B-But, Maka! How? I don't exactly, like, swing that way? I'm not trying to be insensitive, just...I like women! Do you understand why I'm going crazy now!?" He exploded off of the sofa, nearly taking his miester's arm with him. He began pacing in front of her, hands flailing with frustration.
Maka, though she did feel bad for him, couldn't help snickering at the sight of Soul being so worked up. She'd had a hunch that there was something like this going on, but she didn't expect Death the Kid to be the object of her scythe's affection. The more she thought on it, though, the more sense it made; plus, they'd just be a downright adorable couple! "Soul, you can't dictate who you fall in love with!" She said finally.
"I'm not in love with him!" Soul shouted back, more frustrated than ever. "And, why the hell can't I control my feelings!? I mean...Kid? Come on! He's - obsessive, and weird, and spoiled, and...completely unbearable, a total know-it-all! Though, he is really smart...a-and kind of funny, especially when he's not trying... And emotional as hell! ...Which, is sort of cute, really, when it's not annoying anyway. He is pretty good-looking too, though, I mean - oh, for fuck's sake, what am I saying?!" Soul fell to the carpet with an exasperated grunt, mumbled something unintelligible, and whined. "Makaaa...what the hell do I do?"
Failing miserably to contain her laughter during this ordeal, Maka let out a snort. To her, the solution seemed obvious: "Well, you've got to tell Kid how you feel, of course!"
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DUN DUN DUUUNNN. xD The truth is revealed!
So, do you guys think Maka will keep Soul's secret? Will he have the courage to take her advice? Review to tell me what YOU think, and then follow so you can find out...maybe in the next chapter? We will seeeee...muahahaha.
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