Disclaimer:
Me: I own Soul Eater
Soul: No you don't, Atushi does!
Me: I wish I did!
Soul: I repeat Angel Ebony owns zero rights to Soul Eater *crying in the background* Shut up! Not cool to lie Angel-chan!
Maka: Maka-Chop! Hey that was my job!
Me: *Skipping around like Patty* He called me Angel-Chan!
Maka POV
I took the second obsidian black colored ribbon and tied up my hair into a pigtail. I looked up at myself in the vanity mirror with my green bloodshot eyes, I almost looked good. I then straightend out my dress, it was a silky black and was strapless. (Like her Black room dress XD) Why did I have to look good? Why can't I just let myself cry?
"Maka?" Soul said knocking on the door lightly.
"Come in," I chocked,stifling tears from rolling down my face. Hold it together, Maka.
"Maka, are you sure you want to go to the funeral? You look sick." Soul asked his dark crimson eyes filled with worry,sadness, and other emotions I couldn't quite place.
"I'm- I'm fine." I said, he looked at me skeptically noticing my paler than usual skin and bloodshot eyes. "Really, I have to go." He eyed me once more with his beautiful crimson eyes, then sighed.
"You're so much like her." He said barely audiable, then smiled a little, it was sad but a smile. "Come on we're going to late."
"Right," I chocked, I hadn't slept all night , I cried until morning and my voice was not to happy about that. I grabbed his hand as I walked by and we nodded, everything will be okay.
A/N:so yea this is all I have done in only what a month? *sigh* . . .I'm just having issues. . . Anyway short update is better then none,right?