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Warning: A total of one swear word and mention of death and arson. Enjoy.
Maka grew silent on her journey to the dining hall, becoming aware that someone had started following her. With a glance backwards Maka could confirm the figure stalking her and groaned, having not wanted to run into any of the therapists so soon. Even when Maka sped up Marie trailed behind at a safe but constant distance, eyes pulled tight in worry.
The young girl cleared her head, taking deep breaths in an attempt to remain as level-headed as possible. She winced as she recounted the previous events, placing the blame onto Azusa. Maka valued herself for the honesty of the words she spoke, considering her tactlessness a positive feature of her personality. Lies grated on her nerves, especially if those who spoke them expected Maka to respect them and pay attention to what they told her. Every word Maka had said was true. It was Azusa who'd lied, who'd failed to appeal to Maka and while the woman certainly had redeeming qualities Maka wasn't keen to go through them, her wide green eyes overcome by madness.
With a jump the girl realised she'd come before the two great oaks of the dining hall. She stood perfectly still, seemingly in a fully rational state of mind as Marie caught up, waiting a few seconds before cautiously pushing open a door. The older blonde glanced back for a split second, expecting to see the pigtailed child behind her. And it was that moment when Maka moved, bustling past with a flick of her leg that sent Marie tumbling to the grounding view of everyone.
Scanning for an empty table Maka strode towards the far left corner of the room, her presence being noted and mildly feared by those she passed. The 4th floor occupants didn't all hush and stare as she wandered across the room but it was clear the majority had beared witness to Marie's struggle for balance and Maka's radiating fury.
Among one of the groups Maka had passed was Kid, who, unfortunately, had been wishing to discuss something with her. It had been crossing his mind since she'd arrived but he'd have to wait even longer until he could confront her. As his eyes drifted over her person he noted a disturbance in her symmetrical appearance. There, on her right arm, dangling from her wrist, was an almost identical bright red wristband. Almost identical to the one on his wrist. He grimaced, understanding the meaning, realising he had another that merited an urgent discussion with Maka. Sighing, he turned back to the conversation Liz and Patty had started, Soul not engaging with anyone as he spooned cereal into his mouth.
"Why do we have to do tests anyway? And lessons? We're not at school, we're not here for that! I don't want to learn! I want to have fun." Patty groaned and pouted, snuggling her head into her crossed arms.
"Isn't it weird? We're probably just locked up here as some government experiment. Pathetic. Even if I was here willingly it's not because I want to be educated. All I need to do is look after Patty. How can I do that here? Locked up in some God forsaken hell hole I don't understand!"
Patty perked up at that, the light in her eyes maniacal. She pouted, frowned then grinned to herself, eyes widening and narrowing in unison. She stood, being pulled back down by Soul almost immediately, spoon resting in his mouth. Patty giggled once then spoke, her voice loud and forceful.
"No Liz! Hush! We need to learn! We need to school… We! Must! Learn! Then we can escape before we're subjected to horrifying government experiments that will frazzle our minds and make ur bodies writhe in horror. Ahahahaha!" Patty's laughter died down as Liz began to hyperventilate, convinced of her sister's words. Patty, noticing the effect she'd had on her elder sister, waved her arm in the air, screaming for Marie who'd regained her dignity while patting Liz on the shoulder as a personal way of calming her down. Frowning, Kid set his attention to the toast on his plate that had now gone cold,the butter having melted long ago. He checked the time, 8:33, before rising from his seat and weaving his way to Maka, who hadn't made a move to recieve any sort of food whatsoever. Ignoring this, Kid sat down directly in front of her, his resolve already dissipating.
"Good morning, Maka. It's good to see you… well." Maka observed Kid's nervous posture, the way his eyes flashed down to her wrists. With her left hand she pushed the bracelet up, underneath the fold of her jumper. Of course it was uncomfortable to have people continuously peering down at your wrists, probably why Maka hadn't been lucky enough to see anyone wearing a bracelet such as hers.
"I see Azusa has gifted you with a tag. It appears you're here for the long haul then, judging by the colour." In response to Maka's puzzled expression the boy pulled up his own sleeve briefly, to present his own red tag. "Not many people receive these tags. Soul and I both have one and we're the only ones who've been here nearly two years. Do we look remotely mentally stable in any way?"
Maka had no other option than to agree. While she hadn't seen much of Kid or Soul, it was clear they weren't as well put together as an onlooker may believe. If you looked deeper you could see Soul's red rimmed eyes, with the dark bags that hung under his eyes every day. You could identify the staggering walk of his, someone who wasn't ready for the world. Quiet, withdrawn, a devil hiding inside.
Kid was upfront. Tactless, not in the same way Maka was with her misplaced comments and brutal honesty. He had no fear confronting things he did believe were right. His self control was lacking and his eyes only observed, never blinking, never stopping. The way tears would pour yet he'd remain composed, oblivious to his own torment. He'd wake one day, a giggling maniac, set to kill.
And while Maka did not know what was wrong with them, she respected the cold and calm composure they both had. It was why she, for all the fury she'd been fueling moments before, remained silent and calculating, forcing herself into a rational state of mind.
And she had to admit, she was fairly curious to hear what Kid had to say.
"I've asked Marie, Azusa, Justin. I've asked Nygus, Sid, Stein on occasion. I ask them two things. If I'm going to improve. And if I'm going to leave any time soon. All they can do is glance at my wrist and shake their heads. We're the hopeless cases. The ones they have no hope of curing. They pray for us, pray for miracles. If you believe that sort of thing it's alright. If not, you're doomed. Although I must say they've made a pretty strong assessment after a fortnight of you being here."
Here Kid stopped. He eyed Maka, his gaze holding hers as she contemplated the information he'd given her. It was no more than she assumed but the truth hurt.
"I suppose. But I'm leaving one way or another. Interpret that as you will but I will not stay here for the rest of my goddamned miserable life. You can take my word for it. Anyway. What else are you here for. The colour of a wristband isn't anything to cry over."
Raising his eyes Kid took a deep breath. Not being as hostile as she could have been, Kid considered himself lucky. The joy of something good and insignificant happening was small but the black haired boy still basked in it.
"I came to ask what school you attended."
"Go fuck yourself."
Narrowing his eyes, the teenage boy leaned forward. His golden eyes scanned Maka's steely face.
"Excuse me. I don't think you answered my question. What. School. Did you. Attend?"
Maka straightened herself with a haughty expression. Eyes narrowed at kid, she smirked.
"And I don't think I'm going to answer it. How unfortunate."
In her heart, Maka felt a flicker of vulnerability. In her mind, the school she'd once been apart of was nothing more than a distant memory, something worth forgetting. She itched to take a match to it and watch gleefully as it was set ablaze. She wished to see every one of the students in writhing agony. She craved the freedom of wrenching her paste from her timeline and burning it to ashes. But she wouldn't burden Kid with her thoughts. The thoughts of the deaths of the mindless slaves living out their mundane lives.
"Listen Kid. I like talking. It's fun. But I swear to God do not pry into things concerning me. If I say I'm not going to tell you, then I'm not. Please and thank you."
Vaguely aware of the fire he'd fueled, Kid brushed down his suit, eyes never once leaving the pigtailed teenager. His head ached for validation, to know the truth. His soul was screaming for it. But he simply nodded, allowing the voice of Marie and Sid, calling for everyone to group together for morning activities. The conversation was disrupted and glad for the distraction Maka flew up, spinning on her heel away from Kid, away from her dead and buried memories of the hell she'd visited once upon a time.
A/N
My update is actually on time, less than a month after the last. If I carry on like this there'll be another one sometime at the end of the month but no promises~
I wrote this in an hour and a half wOw there will be a lot of mistakes in this when I read through it when it's not two thirty in the morning eh
Hope you all had a decent enough Christmas and/or New Years and/or any holidays you celebrate December through to January
I'm tired as fuck and just gonna talk now. I looked at my laptop (actually my mums I broke mine lol) and was like, you wanted to update on New Years day but look at you, it's the morning of the third and all you have is a page of handwritten work. Which is crap by the way you should not use that. Motivation! Motivation! The continuity of this story died by the way. RIP continuity. Also there a lot of minor mess ups in the last chapter but HAHAHA no I cannot edit it I now have a headache mmmmmmmm bring me death.
Kay. Night. Please review?