Her Past
Chapter Seven
I Hate Surprises
Maka plopped down on her bed glad to be home. Don't get her wrong, she loved London, but sometimes there's nothing better than to be back in your own bed. Despite feeling lighter still from Soul's comments, she was still disappointed with the results of the trip. Why couldn't they find anything to actually help? What's going to happen if they can't find Kami?
"Yo."
Maka turned her head to the door and saw Soul standing against the door frame. "What?"
"It's 3 in the afternoon. You going to sleep the day away?"
"HA! After a ten hour flight with Black Star, I'm surprised I made it from the airport to my bed."
Soul laughed and sat next to her on the bed. There was a quiet moment before Soul spoke up. "What's the plan now?"
"Sleep."
The white hair guy sighed. "I'm being serious Maka."
"Me too."
"I'm not leaving till you give me a real answer."
"Get comfy then," Maka said turning away from him and tucking her arms under her head like a pillow. He did as she said and backed against the head board then shifted around till he was comfortable. The girl closed her eyes and felt herself drifting off.
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There was a constant knock on the door that started getting on Maka's nerves. She opened her eyes to find her head in Soul's lap. Her eyes widened. She looked up and saw that Soul was fast asleep. Moving slowly and quietly, she slipped off the bed watching Soul closely. How the hell did she end up in his lap? Did he know? Was he awake when she did it? She really hoped not. That would be so awkward. They were just friends, roommates.
The knocking jarred her from her thoughts. She checked her hair in the mirror and saw that it was fine for answering the door. Walking out of her room, she the opened the sorely abused door. Looking up, she saw the men from the other day. Her body tensed and the look of scorn adorned her face.
"What?" she asked curtly.
"We're here to check on the status of your mother."
"She's gone. I told you that."
"We know that you left the country," the spokesman of the two men said. "Where did you go?"
"London, if you must know," Maka said annoyed.
"You didn't find her?"
"That seems obvious to me. Is it not to you?"
The main man bristled. She's really struck a nerve in him. The second man put a hand on the first's shoulder in an act to calm him. "Well, since you can't find her you're going to have to take her place. Let's go."
"Like hell I'm going with you." Maka took a step back and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"You have no choice in this matter."
It was Maka's turn to bristle. "I have a choice in anything regarding my safety."
Both men smirked. They walked inside the room and took a place on each side of her. Maka's body went on red alert. Yes, she had a good amount of training in self-defense but her training also told her she had no chance against two grown men double her weight. She took the cheap way out and kicked one man in the groins and faced the other man. He was a bit faster to react seeing what she did to the other man. He wrapped his arms around her before she fully turned to him. She kicked as much as she could but he just ignored the pain. She needed her weapon. With him, she could take these two no problem.
"SOUL!"
Soul jolted awake at the sound of his name. He looked down at his lap where he last saw Maka. Seeing her not there, he jumped up and ran to the living room. He caught sight of a man shuffling out the door took off after them.
"MAKA! Fight Maka! Please," he yelled. He caught up with the second man and jumped on him. They shuffled on the ground exchanging hits. The fight was pretty even. But Soul managed to get on top of the man and turn his arm from the elbow down into a blade. He held it again the man's throat.
"SOUL! SOUL HELPPP!"
He looked up and growled knowing he couldn't get away from this guy in enough time to save her. The man took advantage of Soul's distraction and laid a hit on that made everything go dark. Maka glanced back at the worst time in her opinion. She saw the hit that knocked Soul and felt her heart drop. Tears fell down her cheeks and she doubled her efforts to get free. But all the man did was tighten his grip and all she got for the effort was a headache.
"Soul," she whispered before she was thrown in the back of a car and squished between two grown men.