Guys read the forums!
Had heaps of people asking me how i knew about Bones making another season of Soul Eater...i give my thanks to the forums.
Here ill give you a link. :D
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I dunno if the actual click-able link will work, oh well.
Don't own Soul Eater, but if i did...no, you know what? If i did own SE I wouldn't change a thing. Its awesome enough already. :D
Ninja trio's best: Yeah i am reading the manga, but i'm not up to Soul as a Death Scythe yet. :(
KamiNoMa: Wait until you read this chapter, Maka totally kicks arse. :P
YukikoXChan: Yeah i know! How different is it! But it's a good thing, because it means even though the anime is over (or is it? :P) there is still the manga to read. :)
Lady Carolitta: Dude monopoly is awesome...except it gets boring after a while. -.-
SoulEaterFan-Girl: :O you have the actual OST Cd? Damn i'm jealous. *Crys*
Moonwing Storyteller: Haha I'm glad you find it funny. And yeah, i liked the idea of Black*Star drinking alcohol...he just seems like one of those sort of people.
Fullmetal Pianist: I like your name by the way. :) But yeah i thinking about it afterwards i was like "Maka is too bardarse to be phased by a group of drunk men." Read this chapter, i guarantee that you you will not be disappointed by the lack of arse kicking involved. (Does that even make sense?)
LilVampire: Aw thanks heaps for your review, it made me smile. :) I'm glad you like it.
13Wolfsbane: Im a girl. Baha thanks for the review.
I know i could just reply to your reviews individually but i like this way more. :P Also it might just be me, but i like having my username in other people's stories. Hahaha it makes me feel special. :D *grins*
Thanks to all the other people i didn't mention who reviewed, favorited and put this on their story alerts. It means a lot to me. :)
*Sighs* Ok here we go, chapter 6. ENJOY DAMN IT!
Chapter 6
Soul skidded to a halt in front of the cinemas, only to find that Maka was nowhere in sight. He turned off the bike and walked inside, maybe she was waiting inside, out of the cold. But she wasn't there either, and she wouldn't walk into the movie theater without him.
He pushed the cinema doors open, confronting a cold blast of wind that hit his face. 'Damn it Maka, is this a joke?' Soul questioned. He jumped back down the steps of the cinemas and leaned against his bike, figuring out what to do next.
He was just about to flip open his phone and give her an earful for not being here when she said she would, when he heard a high pitched scream that sounded a lot like his meister's in the distance.
"Maka?" He half whispered sliding his phone closed.
Soul desperately ran in the direction that the scream came from. He put it together in his head. Maka wouldn't invite him out, to then ditch him when he arrived. There was a reason she wasn't there. And the very Maka-like scream he has just heard confirmed his theory. Something had happened to her.
Soul doubled his pace when he heard her scream again, but at least he knew that he was heading in the right direction. He kept running down the street, looking into the alleyways checking if she had been dragged down one of them.
After passing yet another side street he finally found her, back to him. By this time it had well and truly started raining so Maka was soaked, and panting heavily, Soul noticed. But what surprised –and worried him slightly- was the pile of at least six men at her feet, who all seemed to be either unconscious, or dead. Not that Soul cared. In fact he hoped it was the latter.
"Maka?" He ran up to her, dodging the odd trash can and soggy box.
"Soul?" Maka turned around to face him, relief flooding through her dripping wet face.
"Are you ok?" Soul asked her, subconsciously assessing her to check for any substantial damage. He blushed, realising that her white shirt had become quite transparent thanks to the rain.
Soul shrugged off his black jacket and handed it to her, looking away, blush making its way down his neck.
"What? I don't need it Soul. I just bashed up six fully grown men if you didn't notice. If anything I'm hot, not cold." She argued.
Soul sighed. "Your top is see through." He mumbled, still looking at the bricks of the alley wall, feeling a nose bleed coming on.
"AH!" She gasped, quickly snatching up his jacket and putting it over her wet top, making sure her chest was well hidden, before scowling at her weapon.
Soul suddenly felt something collide with his head, gasping, he held the lump that was growing on his skull.
"What the hell was that for!" He yelled at Maka who was still scowling at him.
"You were looking!" She huffed.
"I was doing the right thing! It was so totally the cool thing to do. Besides there is nothing to look at in the first place." Soul lied, glaring at her.
He gasped as another book engaged with his tender head, but he deserved it that time.
Soul continued to glare at her, rubbing at his abused head.
"Idiot." He heard her mutter.
"Whatever. Are you hurt anywhere?" He asked, his joking mood gone.
"No, just my hand." She told him, lifting it up to show him.
Soul was shocked to see blood running its way, both down her slender fingers and up her arm from the different ways she held it. There was a dark clotting wound toward the bottom of her palm.
"One of these arse holes." She paused to kick the closest one "had a knife. So when he realised that I was stronger than I looked, he came at me." She finished. "Besides, it's not that deep, so don't worry it should finish clotting up soon." She said seeing the shocked expression in Soul's eyes.
He sighed inwardly, keeping his 'cool' exposure on the outside. Soul walked towards Maka and took her hand gently, assessing it for himself. He was surprised to find her skin soft and warm, especially in this kind of weather.
"I guess we're not going to be seeing the movie then?" Soul asked, giving Maka his signature grin.
She giggled.
"Damn, i guess not." She smiled back at him. Soul not noticing her blush through the downpour of rain.
"Come on, I'll give you a piggyback." He offered, turning around and waiting for her to jump on.
"Soul, i got stabbed in the hand, not the leg." She said quizzically.
"And? Who cares? Piggybacks are fun aren't they?" He asked looking over his shoulder at her.
Maka had her head down. A wave of rejection washed through him.
"Don't worry about it then..." Soul muttered, walking towards the main street by himself.
Without warning, Maka flung herself onto his back, making Soul stumble forward, but somehow managing to hold her up and into a comfortable position.
"Idiot." Soul smirked at her.
"Shut up and run!" She commanded him, hitting his shoulder like a horse, before wrapping her arms around his neck and joining her hands together for support, being careful as to not hurt her wound too much. Maka laughed as Soul did as he was told.
Soul was right, piggybacks were fun.
When they got back home Soul ran a bath for her while she washed off the excess blood from her stab wound.
She was relieved to find it didn't look half as bad when it was clean. But she would still have to wear a bandage for the next couple of days. Hopefully it should be alright for the dance on Friday. She thought to herself.
'The dance on Friday... Shit...The dance is on Friday!' Maka cursed. It was only two days away and she hadn't gotten a dress yet. 'Ahhgg' She would have to ring Tsubaki and see if she would help her choose one tomorrow night after school.
When Soul walked in Maka was sitting on the stool next to the phone, twirling the cord around the fingers of her good hand, talking to someone.
"Mmmm...Thanks, Sorry I have to go. See you tomorrow...yep bye." She ended, looking in Soul's direction.
When she placed the phone safely back on the holder, Soul spoke.
"Who was that?" He asked, raising and eyebrow.
"Nobody." Maka answered, moving a finger gently over her cut.
"What was it about?" Soul tried again.
"Nothing." She grinned, jumping off the seat.
"Whatever, your bath is ready anyway." He told her, looking in the cupboard for something to eat.
"If you're hungry drink some water, it fills you up. I'll get dinner after." She told him as she walked out of the room and into the hall.
Maka stepped into the warm water. Shivering as her body became accustom to the heat. It was just the right temperature to warm her up.
After washing herself she slid down into a comfier position and started to think about what had actually happened that night.
The men had successfully dragged her into a deserted alleyway, and tried to take her clothes off. Ripping at her buttons and pulling her hair. It was all too vivid in her mind. She was suddenly grateful that she was a Shibusen student and not just a normal adolescent teenager. If she didn't have all those practised moves from fighting in the past she wouldn't be in a nice warm bath like she was in now. Instead she would probably in freezing cold gutter, bloody and broken. Or maybe not alive at all.
But she still felt powerless when Soul wasn't with her. All she could do was punch and kick. Thinking about it now, Maka thought it would have been handy to be able to force her wavelength into others, like Black*Star could do. Because she was hopeless without her weapon.
And thankfully those men were normal people and not anything supernatural. She needed Soul around, because dealing with Witches and Kishin eggs was not something she could do without a weapon.
Maka was grateful that she had Soul, because she wouldn't be anywhere without him.
Sighing she sunk her head under water. Holding her nose closed. Plunging herself into absolute silence she smiled.
'Soul is really great.'
Ah the Excalibur song just came on my i-pod and scared the shit out of me.
Hmmm...i think i've already said everything that i need to.
Thankzzz for Reading.
P.s Our heater is broken so I'm freezing at the moment, but i can't be bothered to get up and get a jumper from my floor. You should feel privileged or something, Im sacrificing my comfort for you. Make it up to me by reviewing.
:)