Hi. I was ill for two weeks after posting the first part of this. Very ill and very annoyed. But anyway, I've decided to post at least once a month and maybe more if I can. Thank you for taking time out of your day to read this! Any comments are appreciated.
All Maka knew for the next half an hour was silence. Quickly any sounds that might have brightened the mood had been quietened and now all of the occupants kept to themselves.
Lost in her thoughts, Maka's mind whirled, running, running, running further away from the sanity it dreamed of. Her head felt foggy, her body heavy as time rolled on. What time is it she'd ask herself again and again. How long had they been there, in this room with scratches on the walls and plump cushions in the corner and a table with rounded edges and matching chairs. Maka could feel her reason floating as her mind mulled over the thoughts in her head. Thoughts that revolved and revolved And all of a sudden reality hit her, with the force of a raging fire. Maka blinked, eyes heavy, mouth drying. Groaning under her breath she pulled herself up. The slight ruffles of her outfit and movement only gained Black Star's, who only gave her a curious glance, attention before going back to the fiddling and torturous thoughts in his head.
Maka approached the table, taking an apple from the middle. She propped herself upon a chair, clutching her knees with her head resting on them as she bit into the red fruit. Slowly information began settling into place in Maka's frayed mind and her thoughts cleared up. Sighing, she put the apple back down, knees pulled tight, eyes closed off from prying minds.
They looked a sight, mindless, wandering children, blank faces and dead eyes. One staring at a wall continuously, one lost in a world only for them, one quietly fiddling, unsure of what to do with themselves, and one hiding away in a cocoon.
Slowly time caught onto the group of four and Tsubaki calmly coming to her sense and with practiced precision, spun and sat down, untying her hair. Trying to gain the attention of the other occupants, Tsubaki nervously coughed into her hand, a blush creeping up onto her face out of slight embarrassment. When she was certain all eyes were on her, she gestured for the teens to sit around her, in a circular fashion. Clearing her throat, Tsubaki's blush grew as she noticed everyone gazing at her intently.
"S-sorry. Please stop l-l-looking at me li-like that. I-I just thought it might be nic-ce to t-talk-k." Catching sight at Maka and Soul's expressions Tsubaki felt the urge to cower away behind her curtain of hair. "It's-s j-just-t that-t we d-d-don't kno-know Ma-ma-maka very wel-well yet. A-a-a-and we st-till hav-ve an hour left-t i-in h-here. T-tog-g-gether. Soithoughtwecouldjusttalkandwaittogether." Tsubaki's head was hidden as she ducked to watch her hands nervously rub against her legs simultaneously. "You don't have to if you don't want to." She muttered, her tone defeated and quiet.
Souls blinked, scarlet eyes bearing through her, and gradually brought his shoulders up into a shrug. An unreadable expression sat upon his face. His hands were neatly folded on his lap, legs crossed and back straight. His white hair was curly and soft, the bangs delicately hanging past his eyes. Maka, too, shrugged, as she was yet used to the idea of others wanting social interaction with her. No matter how much she wanted to outright say no, it was as if her body was too tired to move, too tired to do anything but comply. Black Star was buzzing with a newfound energy, eyes wide and wild, never focusing. His knee continuously bounced, plainly showing the boy's excitement as Maka stared at it, begging it to stop. Tsubaki lifted her head cautiously to check if the three were still there. And they were, Quirt confidence poured into her as a smile graced her and she glanced In Maka's direction. "So, what's your f-favourit-te colour?"
Maka's head swam with confusion. Wrapping her head around the fact that the black haired wasn't prying was hard and Maka desperately tried to convince herself it wasn't to lure her into a false sense of security. Thinking back, Maka realised she hadn't heard such a question in a considerably long time, colours having slowly faded from her world. Unable to answer, a stabbing feeling of unexplainable guilt washed over her momentarily. "Don't know. Don't have one." Her answer was choked out, forced. Her arms snaked round her waist and she hugged them tight.
"Soul?" Maka listened as Soul muttered he didn't have one either, wondering if this was when normal teenagers would high five and yell. Where they'd grin with happiness. Black Star was eager to answer, listing many discrete and specific colours such as azure and vermillion. He named them all proudly, attempting to describe in great detail the distinction between them all. Tsubaki's answer was simpler yet still complex, "The colour of the sky minutes before dawn."
There were more questions after that, Tsubaki going out of her way to think of the most outlandish ones in order to get more than a vague response from both Soul and Maka. Black Star was undeniably enthusiastic over the whole thing and kept everybody immersed in the conversation with his long winded and surprisingly detailed answers. As the hour passed, Maka could feel her eyes drooping and wanting nothing more than to leave this room, she was ecstatic when Azusa opened the door, scanning them all with a watchful glance before proceeding to take them to their rooms. When she returned to collect the food, she marked down a few quick notes, intending on reporting them later.