Nager Avec les Ames Vertes Ch. 2 "Rest"
"To Swim with Green Souls"
How do you heal when you don't rest?
"Well, alright then...Good luck with that!" Sighed Liz, waving Cigale and Prix goodbye. As she clutched at Patty's freely swinging arms, she turned to give a quote of advice.
"If Black Star wakes up...Hit him hard" This just left the two guards even deeper in confusion. They had not yet witnessed the ninja-styled meister's true audacity.
Prix dusted off the last few pieces of rubble left from his recent meeting with Patty, a look of amusement on his face.
"Dare I ask how such a nice little lady managed to chuck me so gracefully..." He said, smoothing back his wavy black hair, and straightening out his coat. An instant movement came from Cigales hand as she pushed him back at the wall.
"Prix, please!" She begged.
"What now? I haven't done anything! Yet..." He began, returning to the fixing of his attire.
"Don't play stupid with me! I know that when you act like a gentleman all of a sudden that means your about to hit on someone!" She snapped.
Prix replied with a chuckle as he proceeded to walk down the hall.
"Where do you think you're going?! What if..." She was stopped by the sight of Prix starting to sprint. He hollered back to her.
"I'll be right back! Just gotta ask a young lady out to dinner!"
Cigale sighed, and retreated back into the room.
As she closed the door, she spotted an uncomfortable looking white wicker chair, and decided that the floor would make a more suitable seat. The room remained silent for several minutes, the only noise protruded from the machines that delivered medication to the wounded. Every so often, Black Star's would make a loud screeching noise, and within seconds, a nurse or doctor would be there, inserting a new vile of something, probably a sleeping agent. By the time an hour passed, Cigale had fallen asleep, only to be awakened by the creaking of the door.
"You, get your ass back in bed." She said, opening an eye, which caught Death the Kid, who had decided to make an escape, in its view.
"I'm just getting some wat..."
"I am not permitted to let you leave, and by the looks of it, you have ripped out a few of your stitches." She said, looking at Kid's side, now beginning to stream with small capillary-like drops of blood. He slowly closed the door and returned to his bed. Suddenly, he had jumped up and appeared at the left wall.
"Damn it!" He yelped, grabbing nearby pictures of beautifully painted landscapes.
"Kid! Don't do that, you are going to hurt yourself!" Cigale screeched, grasping the pictures from Kid.
"This room is a mess! Kid, get a hold of yourself, just a few pictures to...." He stopped abruptly and turned to face Cigale.
"How...do you know my name?" He asked, his face distorted into a look of disbelief.
"Well...uh..um......I have heard a great deal about you and...I.." She stuttered.
"Don't worry about it." Kid replied, flashing her a grin. Cigale dipped her head down, trying to keep him from seeing the change of color in her face.
The door opened slowly, and Prix stepped inside, taking a look at his partner.
"Cig, I'm sure he can see you blushing." He said, laughing, which earned him a certain middle finger to the face. In turn, Kid, who had led himself back to bed, let out a laugh that only lasted a few seconds.
"Desole.....Je ne.."
"English Cig"
"Shut up...I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself, my name is Cigale.", she held out a hand to Kid, still glueing her head to the floor.
"And, this is my partner....Prix."
"Nice to meet you" Kid said, shaking her hand. After a few minutes, after brief conversation between Kid and Prix, mainly concerning the off center balance of Prix's left shoe, the beeping was heard again.
"YAHOO!"Called Black Star, jumping up in his bed, raising his hands high up above his head. In which a chain reaction occured.
Black Star rushed at the door.
"I have a job, to surpass God! I will not be left here to rot with the rest of these pieces of stone! My stage is waiting!" He announced, leaping off the bed and almost flying into the door. The sound of nurses rushing down the hall could be heard, and the sudden loud noise known as Black Star had awoken Maka, Tsubaki, and Soul, who were already on their feet, though their bodies screamed otherwise.
"Prix!" Cigale called.
"Coming!" Prix replied, transforming into a long green trident, encrusted with yellow and blue markings along the sides, which landed in Cigales right hand. Both her and Maka swung their weapons as Black Star turned the door nob, just barely touching his neck. The sudden shock of wielding Soul so quickly sent Maka to the floor out of utter exhaustion, the sound of Soul clunking upon the floor echoed through the room.
"Black Star! Please not again!" Tsubaki pleaded, reaching a hand forward.
"Get back to your bed, Black Star! You won't be taken kindly if you disobey." Cigale bellowed, pusing the trident further at Black Star's neck. The result of such, was a shock of Black Star's spirit wavelength to her stomach. A few drops of crimson blood exhaled from her mouth, splattering onto the floor. A loud yell came from Prix.
"You Bastard! Touch my master again and I'll..."
"Now! Now! Grab him!" Cried nurses on the other side of the door, pushing it open, one of them was amazed at the shattered door nob that was left from Black Star's grasp.
They barged in, grabbing Black Star by the arms and legs.
"Let me go! I don't need to..." he was silenced by a syringe of anesthetic injected into his leg. The crazed nurse from before asked each person if they had sustained any injuries, luckily no one had any serious injuries that they had not had before.
"Oh Black Star, what will we ever do with you, stupid pain in the ass..." Said Soul, turning back into his human form.
"What we usually do, just deal with his ego, he is our friend after all." Said Maka, gasping for breath, though she had moved only slightly.
"Well, I don't know what is up with him, he has been rather resistant lately." A young nurse said, it was probably her first week on the job. Everyone in the room besides Cigale and Prix said,
"That is just Black Star".
After the incident, Kid was to move to the room next door, where he would meet with Patty and Liz, while Tsubaki would go with Cigale and Prix to find a new secure location to tie up Black Star. On the other hand, Soul and Maka were to remain in the same room they had been in previously. Both Soul and Maka attempted to get some much needed rest, but it was beginning to seem impossible.
"Maka, are you still awake?" Whispered Soul, who was sitting up in his bed with his legs crossed.
"Yes...Soul, how are you feeling?" Maka asked, transitioning over to sit on Soul's bed. She sat also with her legs crossed, directly across from him.
"You should worry about yourself, dumbass. Besides, there wasn't anything you could do to make it any easier." he said, grasping onto his bed sheet, and twisting it in his hands. Right there, he used the wrong words, they set off the one factor going through Maka's mind.
I'm not strong enough, I couldn't protect Soul, again. What good am I?! She asked herself. Soon those words came aloud, and her volume began to ascend.
"Soul, again I couldn't help you! I know that I pulled us both out of the madness. I know that I helped stop the Kishin! Yet, in the end it wasnt enough to protect everyone! We as a whole, as Shibusen students, lost so much..." As her voice began to echo inside of the hollow room, she felt a feeling on her face. Soul's hand on her cheek. Swiftly, and in a surprisingly soft manner, he brought her lips to his. At first, out of complete shock, not from the action itself, but the serenity that it was given in, Maka pulled away, but not even a second passed until she brought his face back to hers. As she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"KNOCK KNOCK! Time for your morphine!" Called a man, most likely an intern. Quickly and clumsily, Soul and Maka struggled back into their separate beds, both moving to their sides to appear to be sleeping, though they both had wide smiles on their faces.
"I'm letting myself in..." Said the man, entering quietly. "I guess they got back to sleep, probably the best, considering the injuries that they sustained....Plus sleeping patients are easier to take care of then the one we had to tie to his bed...." He mentioned to himself, pulling out the vile of morphine to apply to their medication. When he left, Soul rustled from his bed.
"Maka?" He whispered once more. She didn't answer. His thoughts raced through his mind.
Damn! She's asleep, or did I do something wrong and she is ignoring me?! Soul you dumbass!
Soon enough, as he glanced at her, taking deep, slow breaths, he knew she had drifted off into a deep slumber. He himself, now feeling peaceful, laid back and put his hands behind his head. There was another knock on the door.
"May I come in?" Whispered Cigale, fearful that she might awaken the inhabitants.
"Yeah." Soul answered, straightening out his blanket because his nerves had not yet settled. Cigale came in and looked over at Maka, then to Soul.
"Sorry we didn't have a proper greeting, my name is Cigale, and I already know who you are." She said, strolling in and sitting in the white wicker chair, that did turn out to be uncomfortable.
"Hi." Soul answered, immediately tilting his head to get Maka in his view, a smile slithered onto his face.
"I can tell that you really care for her, Soul." Sudden shock hit Soul's face.
"I...she's my meister, I have to care about tiny tits over there." he rebutted, pointing his thumb over at Maka.
"Soul, I'm not very good at seeing souls yet, and obviously I am not nearly as superior at it as Maka is, but I know enough to have seen the flare in your soul just now." She said, giving a huge smile.
"You sure know a lot about us, are you certain that you really aren't our stalker or somethin'?", this caused a jolt of laughter to come from Cigale.
"Do you get that alot?" Soul asked.
"No, Just that I have had to answer that question about a million times today!" She let out another quiet giggle.
"Plus, you all are pretty famous back in the French Branch, I've read about all of you, but never got the time to meet anyone while I was here." She took a quick look at the clock.
"Damn, I gotta go, nice talking to you."
"See ya"
She left, leaving Soul in silence once more. After having some time to think to himself, he closed his eyes and focused. Black, pitch black. An endless void of black. Suddenly, an enlightened room, themed with red and black.
"Welcome back, Soul" Said a small, red impish creature. "Yeah, I know" Soul said, switching the needle onto the moving record, which played a serene toon.
"Remember, we are playing my music now" Soul directed at the imp, who nodded.
"You have a visitor, Soul" the imp said, his grin now reaching to his ears. He opened the curtain on the far side of the room.
"Hi Soul." Maka squeaked, standing in a red spaghetti-strap dress that was showered in sequence. A spotlight hit a point in the room, and it suddenly looked so much bigger. Beneath the ray was a black piano, and a large bench, which looked big enough for two people.
"Soul, would you play for me?" Maka asked, smiling. Soul's senses fought against him as he felt a tingling in his body. Never before had he been so nervous to perform.
"Please Soul?" She pleased once again.
He couldn't turn her down.
Never again could he turn her down.
He grabbed her hand, and led her to the bench, sitting her to the left of him.
He opened the cover of the piano.
He then began to play.