Soul's Afterlife

by JLyn0430

Because of the horrible damage caused by Spirit to Maka when she was just a child, serious extremes happened. Marie thinks Maka's a cold-blooded killer. But that's just the start! Will every one else think this as well? And what does Maka need to accomplish so she can move on from Death City? What's holding her back? This is the sequel to The Forgotten Life of Maka Alburn.

10. His Own Flesh and Blood

Soul's Afterlife: Chapter 10: His Own Flesh and Blood

"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 not look like a teenager, but her voice turned into this prom queen diva from hell.

"Yeah, attending to your vanity!" Maka could agree she was not with the program, but she just didn't understand the feelings bottled up in her stomach at the moment. And it didn't help when Soul flat out ignored her when she completely told him her feelings, the feelings she'd been feeling before she died. She didn't expect him to not do anything except show his face. She felt like she could cry. Like she could just completely forget about Serkit. And just leave. But she couldn't do that- because of her feelings for Soul.

Serkit snickered. She threw a fire ball at Maka. She jumped out of the way. The scorpion bracelet formed out of her wrist. She shot out a purplish looking acidic liquid at Maka and Lord Death.. They were left unconscious.

Maka woke up to the sound of someone banging on the office door. Obviously is was locked. Or else who would be knocking on the door so frantically? And clearly, whoever the idiot was, knew something was wrong. Maka looked around to study her surroundings. Lord Death was standing infront of the window, sipping tea. Why would he just ignore the frantic knocking like this? HOW could he? Is he deaf? Is she just immune to the majority of Serkit's attacks? Is this a pro of being dead? Maka stood up. She walked to the door and literally stuck her head through it to see what idiot was knocking so impatiently. She gasped. It was Kid. Kid went pale, then lost consciousness. What? Was her hair not symmetrical enough for him? Or was he just shocked to see his dead friend? She sighed. She opened the door, and dragged Kid into the office. No one else could see her. So when a few bystanders walked by, and saw two legs up in the air, and being pulled around, they looked like they were going to pee their pants any second now. She practically slammed his legs on the ground, not meaning to, and shut the door behind her. Lord Death turned around to see his kid on the ground, looking almost dead.

"What the hell did you do to him?" He asked surprisingly calm. Maka simply shrugged.

"How long were we out?"

"I wasn't out for long, half an hour tops, but you... you were out all day. It's 5:30" He explained. Lord Death walked over to Kid and poured his tea on him. This woke him up surprisingly quick. He jumped around frantically, much like a fish out of water. Eventually, he calmed down. He glared at his father, but didn't say anything about it.

"Why were you beating on the door?" Maka asked. Kids head shot in her direction, in a split second.

"How come here? You're dead!"

"I still need to move on. How can you see me anyways?" Kid gave her the death glare.

"I'm Lord Death's flesh and blood. Do I have to explain?" Maka just shook her head.

"You didn't answer my question." Maka said impatiently.

"I found Soul." He said.

"No, he's right..." He was gone. Where could he be?

"I saw him in his scythe mode, being carried out by some lady. I thought it was his mother or something."

"KID! That wasn't his mother! That was a witch!"

A/N: Yes am very aware how long it's been since I last posted. But a lot of things have been going on in my life lately. Not all entirely good. But I hoped you liked this chapter. It was very short... Anyways, review, pm me, whatever!

-JLyn