Soul's Afterlife: Chapter 9: The Art of Fire
A/N: So honestly, I don't have much to say for this authors note. So instead, I will take this small amount of time to tell you what I listen to while writing my stories. I listen to these beautiful bands called Sleeping with Sirens and Pierce The Veil. So maybe you should try listening to them, while reading my chapters/stories. Enjoy!
-JLyn
Soul and Maka walked quietly to the place they were so brutally attacked, but then brain washed to believe nothing had happened. But there was one fatal flaw in there attempt to just pick up where they left off. Serkit had moved away from her previous location.
"So now what?" Soul asked impatiently while throwing his arms up into the air.
"I don't know." Maka answered quietly. Soul looked at Maka. He shook his head. He didn't want to tell her, yet he did. But he also didn't want to see Maka so down like this. For all she knew, it could be something completely worse then what it really was.
"Maka... It's nothing, really. Believe me I want to tell you. More than anything. But I'm not about ready to take the risks of your reaction." He walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder, while looking sympathetically into her eyes. She looked back, not so much hurt, but scared. She grabbed him into a tight hug. She didn't say anything. And neither did Soul.
After a few minutes, they pulled away, Maka seeming a little bit more like herself.
"So where is this Serkit?" She said walking around, kicking the dirt in her way. While doing so, she knocked over a small ant hill, she failed to notice. At least a billion fire ants ran around like madmen. When she was alive, she would be screaming and nearly jumping into Soul's arms. But now, she wouldn't care if she were face to face with a shark. After she was satisfied tormenting the mini demons, she closed her eyes and searched for the soul she has come far to familiar with. She could just feel Soul staring at her with that look he seems to have been giving her lately. She tried to ignore it but she couldn't help but... blush...
She shook her head to try and rid her mind of other thoughts. She had to focus on Serkit.
After what seemed like an hour of searching, she found it. But it was on the middle of Death City. But... in the middle of Death City is... the DWMA.
"Shit." She said suddenly, startling Soul.
"What?"
"Serkit's at the DWMA." She answered. They stared at each other in silence, giving each other the 'What do we do?'look. Then, they both started running back to where they came from at top speed.
After about 20 minutes or so, the two finally reached the DWMA. They ran inside.
"You stay here and figure out exactly where Serkit's soul is. I'll search the first floor for her. See who finds her first." Soul said.
"Fine." Maka answered, not exactly a fan of Soul taking the lead on times like this. But there was no time to waste on debating what the best strategy was. She closed her eyes and concentrated. Serkit's soul was so powerful to Maka, since she wasn't too far away. And instantly, it hit her like someone taking a frying pan to her head extremely fast. Serkit was in Lord Death's office. She began running in the direction Soul went. Eventually, she found him awkwardly poking his head into all of the classes. Maka had to laugh though. Soul had found the room Black*Star was in and decided to swing the door back and forth just to screw with him. After he was done fooling around, she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and dragged him in the direction of Lord Death's office.
"I take it I shouldn't have tried to beat the girl who can sense soul's." Soul stated. Maka kinda giggled to that. They ran through the hallways not caring what flyers they may knock down in the process.
They barged into Lord Death's office to find Serkit pinning him to the wall. She had a ball of fire ready to shoot any minute now. Serkit looked at them, looking quite irritated.
"What the hell are you brats doing here?" She hissed. Maka glared at her.
"Stay away from him, you..you witch!" Maka was choked up, normally she'd be all fired up to call her every filthy name in the book. But she just didn't have it in her.
"You think that's a comeback?" She snickered. She turned back to Lord Death. "Aren't you teaching these fools anything?"He struggled to get out of her trap, but the more he tried, the closer she would hold the fire to him. Soul turned into his scythe form. And Maka caught him with grace. She turned the slightest bit so she could swing at Serkit, but Serkit through the flames at her. They hit her hands, causing her to drop Soul. He fell with a hard clank on the wooden floor. Maka's hands were so scorched, the gloves she was wearing were nothing but ashes, flying off in the non existent wind. She looked at her hands and moved then, wriggling her fingers. She was looking at the front and back of her hands, it looked like she was doing jazz hands in slow motion. Most of the skin was burnt off, but since she didn't die like that, they headed quickly. She looked down at Soul, who was still in scythe mode. He hadn't said anything. Not even so much as an 'ow' from the drop. She bent down and picked up Soul.
"Soul?" She asked. She shook him gently. "Hey, Soul! Come on!" She shook him harder. "No, Soul you can't do this to me. You have wake up, snap out of it, whatever. But you can't let me do this on my own! Soul! I...I love you!" Soul's face popped into the blade of the scythe.
"Aww. Isn't that sweet. Now can we wrap things up around here, you know, I kinda have a life outside of being a very powerful witch!" Serkit most certainly did nut look like a teenager, but her voice turned into this prom queen diva from hell.
A/N: Yes. I know. What a crappy way to end a chapter. You can kill me later. But just tell me what you thought of the chapter. Pm me or review. If you don't, I will hunt you down. *Watches your every move, guilting you into reviewing.* Nah, I'm not THAT weird. *Grins evily* Or am I? Lol. Stay with the story please!
-JLyn