Her Past

Chapter Eleven

Soul Resonance

She was so tired. Maka had been forced to try to resonate with that man all night. Charles Starkweather, the bow, had declared Maka to become his partner and she was not allowed to be anyone else's again. His words, not hers. She was going back to Soul. He was her true partner. They would return to each other again. She was a scythe meister.

How had she not seen that he was a weapon though? Her ability to sense souls wasn't developed as a child so that's how she didn't know then. But she still didn't sense it when he had walked into the room. She was probably just too distracted. She knew now, though, that's all that mattered. But resonate with him? It felt impossible. She knew from her studies that it was possible to resonate with more than one person, but it can't be forced. She and Soul had to work to keep theirs in resonance sometimes. She looked down at her hands. They were burned. This happened once before with her and Soul, after a lesson with Professor Stein. She can't resonate with this man. She didn't want to and they just didn't have compatible souls. Plus, she's stressed out and just hates the man trying to get her to resonate. It's never going to work. It didn't really seem like she had a choice, though.

Maka slumped down in the floor. Charles was talking to one of his lackies, letting Maka take a small break. He turned back towards her, finished talking and demanded her to get up. Very small break. The blond slowly pushed her exhausted body off the floor. "This is going nowhere," she mumbled.

"It will if you just cooperate," Charles hissed.

The girl glared at the man. He wasn't supposed to have heard that, but he did. "I can't cooperate fully if I'm being forced into this and kidnapped!"

Charles ground his teeth in frustration. Maka watched as his hands clenched and unclenched. He's trying to restrain himself; she can tell. She made herself stand tall against him. Kind of hard because she's not the tallest person, and he's about five inches taller than her.

"We're going to keep training," he said then turned himself into a bow. "Now, resonate with me."

Maka rolled her eyes and tried to do as he said. She felt the familiar burn as they tried to sync they're soul's wavelength together. The harder she tried to match him the worse the burning got. After a couple of minutes she dropped him on the ground and began waving her hands in the air trying to cool them off. Tears began falling down her face at the pain.

"Never throw me again," Charles yelled once he was human again.

"Then stop forcing me to do this! Do you even know the fundamentals of soul resonance?!"

The man raised an eyebrow at her question. "What do you mean?"

"Soul resonance, the technique a weapon and meister use to match their wavelengths and preform their ultimate abilities."

Anger appeared on his face and she noticed him clenching his fists again. "I know WHAT soul resonance is, but what the hell fundamentals are you talking about?"

"The fundamentals are that two souls cannot resonate if they are not compatible. Also, if a soul is stressed out, scared, or stuff like that it will cause the souls to lose their focus and the resonance will fail."

"Hmm, so which are you?" he asked crossing his arms.

"What do mean?"

"Are you scared?"

Maka glared at him again. "No, I'm not scared. I'm pissed off."

"Are you sure you're not scared?"

"So, what if I am? You're crazy and a murderer. That's not going to stop me from fighting and getting away from you."

"Getting away?" he asked with his whole body tensing.

"Yes, getting away. You're definitely crazy if you think that I'm staying here with you," Maka replied crossing her arms in defiance.

Charles looked back at his lackies. They nodded at him and took Maka back to the room with the chair. They tied her down again and left without saying a word. She sighed.