This chapter switches between Soul and Maka, just so you know :)
happy readings
(BACK AT THE COFFEE SHOP WITH MAKA AND TRISTAN!)
"Huh, he never mentioned he had to help Black Star" she said before taking a sip of her coffee.
"Oh well" Tristan replied "You never could really rely in him"
"Hey!"
"What!? It's true! For the best part of the last three years you've done nothing but curse his name! What the hell happened in the past twenty four hours that made you change your mind!?"
"We've patched things up" she said sheepishly
"Patched things up?" he questioned
"Yes, Tristan. Y'know it is possible to do that"
"I dunno. It's just that, he comes back, you guys go out, he takes you home to where he's staying and BAM! Suddenly everything between you two is fine again? Patching up three years doesn't happen overnight, Maka"
"Well it does for us, okay. I don't expect you to understand the bond between a weapon and a meister; it's not a regular relationship"
(BACK TO SOUL!)
He was sitting on his bed with his phone in his hand contemplating whether or not to call the young meister in Ocianica.
"Hey, Phil, listen I just met your brother- No, that wouldn't work… Phil, You're brother's an ass-hole- no, that's all wrong too" he took a deep breath "Should I tell him?"
(BACK TO MAKA!)
They were walking from the coffee shop back to their own apartment. Trstan had his arm around Maka's shoulder.
"Y'know. I need to be honest with you, Maka, what, in the name of Death, did you see in him that made you want to be his meister?"
She thought for a moment "I don't know really. I guess it probably had something to do with our souls"
"What, like soul-mates?"
"I guess. A bond between a weapon and a meister is-"
"-Is very special. I know" he finished her sentence "What I don't understand still though is how after nearly three years, you haven't looked me in the eye once today, and I have a feeling it's to do with him"
Her eyes went wide and she stopped walking "What makes you say that?"
His arm dropped from her shoulders as he turned to face her "He's a catalyst. Everything was going great then he shows up and now it's like I'm a stranger to you"
"You're not a stranger"
"Then what am I?"
She didn't answer
"What am I, Maka?"
She was still silent
"Was I just filler until he came back?"
"What!?" She finally spoke
"A substitute?"
"Wh-what are you talking about?" She could feel a drop of sweat on her brow
"Tell me the truth" he grabbed her arm
"Ow! Tristan!"
"Did you ever want to marry me?"
"Tristan, let go of me!" she was jerking to get free.
"Answer me!"
"This isn't like you, Tristan" she was scared
"Did you ever even love me, Maka?"
"Why are you asking me these questions?" she went to slap him but he grabbed her other wrist.
"Just answer the question, Maka" he pushed her up against a wall.
"Tristan! Get off of me!" She shouted
"Not until you answer!"
She squirmed.
He laughed menacingly
"NO!" She screamed
"No? No to what, Maka!?"
She could feel tears of fear and anger running down her face "No, I don't love you"
"Don't you know how much I've done for you!? I did everything I could to make you happy! Surprise vacations, your car, I even moved into that dump you call home! But I guess it was never enough!"
She was still squirming
He slapped her "Do you know what your problem is, Maka? You wouldn't know a good thing if it came up and smacked you in the face!"
Her cheek was red. She took a deep breath and tried to pull herself together. She looked him in the eye "Get. Off. Me" she said through gritted teeth as tears streamed down her face
(BACK TO SOUL!)
"Maybe I should call Maka instead" He unlocked his phone and keyed in her number. His thumb hesitated over the call button "What if she's still with him? What if she's still at the coffee shop?" He looked at the time. It was only three in the afternoon. "Maybe I'll hold off for a little while"
(BACK TO MAKA!)
"Tristan, don't make me hurt you"
He laughed "It's gone way passed that, Maka"
"I never wanted to hurt you, Tristan"
"It's always been what you want. It's not about what you want anymore. This time, it's my turn" he let go of one of her wrists and began to drag her through the alleys
"Tristan, where are you taking me?"
He didn't answer
"Tristan! You're hurting me"
"SHUT UP!" he yelled.
"Tistan, let go!" she jerked her arm "Let go of me!" she dug her heels into the ground and began to panic "Help! Help me!"
"He won't hear you!" he pulled her harder
"Someone! Help!" She began to hit him
He turned to face her and grabbed her free arm again. She acted quickly and planted her knee straight between his legs
"Oof!" He fell to the ground with his hands between his legs
She ran. She wasn't sure of where she was but never the less, she ran for her life
"MAKA!" He got to his feet and began to chase after her.
After the first corner or two she began to recognise her surroundings
"Come back here, you bitch!" He was still hot on her heals
(BACK TO SOUL)
He was lying on the bad with his hands under his head, staring at the ceiling. He sighed and sat up. Suddenly there was a lot of lout knocking at the front door.
"I got it!" Tsubaki shouted. He heard the door open. "Maka!?" Tsubaki sounded astonished "What are you doing here? What's going on?"
He stood up and ran out to her. Tsubaki was holding her in her arms. She was crying hysterically.
"Maka?" he walked over.
She took her head out of Tsubaki's chest "He knows" was all she could say
THUD! THUD! THUD! "Maka! I know you're in there!" Tristan was at the door.