Death The Kid POV
I star to head out to Maka and Souls old apartment. She hasn t moved, she refuses to move. I wonder if she will even be home . She always stays in the library now. Matter of fact, I don t think I have seen here leave the school in a while I walk up to her apartment door and knock. Nobody answers. I twist the door handle.
It s unlocked?
I know it is rude to intrude.. But I am lord death now.. So I should be allowed to do this, right..? I open the door and turn on the light. Everything has been torn down; there are holes in the wall, from what I think she might have punched the wall I walk in and get a glimpse of what has happened. I walk over to her small living room. On the coffee table there are burnt pictures and a lighter. All the pictures I can t make them out clearly I scramble around to see all of the pictures on the table and notice one out of them all. It s the picture of me, Maka, and Black*Star together, before the Spartoi . It was at the DWMA Celebration When we were all still children Why out of all of them, she left this one be? I look around and start to notice that the other pictures were of her and Soul.
Why would she do this? Out of all things? I start to look around the holes in the wall. My prediction was correct; she has been punching the wall out of anger. There are blood stains by the holes in the wall. I start to walk over to the rooms of her and Soul. Soul s room has nothing in it. It is just a white room with nothing in it. Everything must have been thrown away or burnt by Maka. I walk into Maka s room. It is much different than Soul s. Now, everything is black and red. All of her pink sheets are gone; everything girly by even the tiniest bit is gone She has a corkboard of the note s I have written her in class back in the Spartoi . She kept them all..
I look into her closet.
She kept them ?
Here is all of the present I gave her. Every day I saw her, I would have a present for her. After Souls death I had to cheer her up. So I got her presents and comforted her. I always wanted to see her smile, but I haven t ever sense that day . It s a shame Tap, Tap, Tap Footsteps.
I take out my regular pocket knife and get ready for what intruder might be here. The figure walks into the room, filled with tears and tired.
I start to notice who it is. .
Maka
Maka POV
I decide to go home for the first time in months. I think it would be good to clean up a bit. I walk out of the library, tears still falling from my eyes, holding old books. Walking to my apartment I start to think.
Where am I?
Where do I go?
Where is everybody?
I can t exactly remember the outside world that clearly, It has been a while sense I have even left the DWMA. Looking around I start to notice some similar surroundings. The basketball court, Deathbucks, Chuppa Cabbras . It all is so familiar I notice an old apartment building that is run down. My apartment building; It really has been run down over the years Nobody lives there but me now I walk up through the apartment building and walk up to what I believe is my room. Maka & Soul s Apartment~3 Yea, this is mine The door is already opened though.. I wonder how . I walk in and see everything how I left it, or how I believe it was left I walk into the house, the smell is terrible.. Rotten food and burnt picture never smells good I walk into my room, somehow I haven t stopped crying, I bet I looked like a mess. When I walk into my room, I see a sitting figure by my closet. The figure looks up.
Golden eyes Death