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The red imp sat in the dark sitting room that he and Soul had discussed him and Maka staying here the night before. In front of him stood a mini red imp. She wasn't crimson colored like him. She was more of a fire truck red and instead of wearing a pinstripe suit; she wore a black and white long sleeved maids dress.
The imp handed her a card with Makas room number. "You will be assisting Maka while she is here." The female imp bowed to him and left the dimly light sitting room.
Maka jolted up right when she heard a brisk rapping on the door. She yawned as the little girl imp walked in. "Good morning miss."
"Hello"
The imp set a tray of breakfast items on the bedside table and looked up at the human. "I'll be your personal assistant during your stay." The imp took her hand and led her to the door and the two poked their heads out into the hall way. "Now, if you're the more independent type. There is a washer and drier in that room of the left." She pointed to a sliding door down the hall.
The imp stepped out and said. "I will be back around noon, to give you your lunch." The door slammed behind the imp as she left the room. Maka walked back over to her bed and climbed in and set the breakfast tray on her lap.
The tray consisted of a, powdered dounut and two poached eggs, and 4 strips of bacon. Also a cup of orange juice. (I had that for breakfast last Saturday. It was good.) A nice room and being served good food. It's starting to creep me out.
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Meanwhile, Soul was eating some fruit loops in his room. He drank the last of the milk. And set the bowl down. And walked over to the door and tried to open it. "Shit, it's locked; I guess I'm stuck here." He angrily muttered random gibberish as he walked across the room and grabbed a towel and stomped into the bathroom.
A very pissed Maka walked out of the closet with the ice blue silk ballet shoes in her left hand, and a pair of lacy white under wear in the other. "I need to get dressed and all I can find are frilly dresses!" (She was still wearing the ice blue night gown.) she threw the dirty pair of undys in the hamper and slipped on the ballet shoes and tied the ribbons around her legs and bow tied them right below her knees. Then walked out the door.
The hall ways were full of little red imps. She walked past the kitchen, so she peered in through the window. There were about 4 imps cooking. Her eyes widened in fear. "What is it doing?" one imp was pouring souls into a pot on the stove. And the souls were. Blue. Then the imp looked toward the widow, but she ducked just in time. Maka continued through the crowds of imps before she was caught spying.
She turned left and the hall way was empty. The hall way was filled with portraits that stretched from the floor to the ceiling. There were the size of doors and about 10 on each side. All of the portraits looked so realistic.
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I ran my fingers across the delicate painted canvas; it was a picture of a big gorgeous ball room filled with people dancing. A tiny white thing caught my attention it looked like the back of Souls spiky head. I felt hot tears roll down my cheeks. Then it felt like someone was pulling on my hand.
A ripple appeared where my wrist was. My arm was slowly being sucked into the portrait. I tried to pull my hand out but I faltered and my arm went in. followed by the rest of my body. I closed my eyes before my head was sucked "Ah"
I felt my feet step on to a hard marble floor. I opened one eye then the other. I was standing in what looked like a castle chamber. Beautiful ball room music filled the air. I walked over to the opening where the music was coming from. I hadn't made three steps, until I felt something brush up against my foot. My head shot down, and I gasped. I ran over to a giant mirror and I gasped, yet again.
My icy blue silk night gown was now a floor length gown, but it was still icy blue. There was a big royal blue bow that went around my waist and tied in the back as a big bow. I lifted the front and I was wearing royal blue heels. I also had white gloves that went up to my elbows. The top part of the dress tied around my neck and some of my cleavage was showing. I felt something poking at my head, I reached up, and my eyes followed. My hair was all curly. The gold ringlets bounced every time my head moved. Then in the curls sat a silver tiara, encrusted with sapphires.
I spun around and giggled. "I feel like a princess." Then continued following the music. It leads me to a giant ball room. It was just like the portrait. I slowly walked down the stairs, and watched the people dance.
The walls were covered in stain glass windows and three giant crystal chandeliers were giving off light from the ceiling. Then a little white thing caught my attention. I sped down the stairs, my dress flowing around me.
A ten year old Soul sat at a piano placed on the big landing of the stairs. An older boy possibly his brother stood beside him and played a violin. It strolled over to him and stood by his side until. He was finished. "Excuse me, but what kind of ball is this?" the little white haired Soul smiled the same toothy grin as he did now.
"This is an early 19th century themed ball. Were in Saint Petersburg, Russia, this is a celebration commemorating the death of the Romanoff family. " Then he went back to playing. Soul's older brother set down his violin and he bowed to me. "Care to dance my lady?" I took his hand and sighed. "Only a few songs."
We twirled around the floor while everyone did the same. Then the piano music stopped and everyone including us. We looked up and the ten year old Soul stood by the piano bench and bowed to the audience. "Your brother is very talented." Soul's brother smiled and replied. "He's expected of great things." And we continued dancing.
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Soul stepped out of the bathroom in some jeans and a t-shirt. He looked up at the door. "Hmmm?" ball room music was playing somewhere. It sounded like the music he played when he and his brother were asked to play at the Saint Petersburg ball. He stepped over to the door and tuned the knob. "Yes" unlocked.
Soul sped walked down the halls until he came to the corridor that the music was coming from. The hall was filled with portraits and one was moving.
He stopped in front of it and watched the tiny people dance and twirl. Then something caught his eye. A girl in a blue dress was dancing with a white haired man. He held hid breath as he stepped through.
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I hadn't noticed until now that we were the only two people dancing now. I looked around confused, but Souls brother acted as if nothing changed. Then the music got slow and I recognized it. It was the piece Soul wrote for me. We stopped and Souls brother stepped back and bowed to me and walked over to the rest of the crowd.
The crowd of people in front of the stairs parted while a single man walked down the last stair. The people bowed to him as he walked past them. He wore a faded black uniform while all the other men wore red ones.
His spiky white hair was tied up in the back so only his bangs hung around his face. He stopped about 20 feet away from me and adjusted the gold medal that hung his on his shirt, and then continued walking towards me.
"Soul…" I whispered
Then he got to me. He whispered my name as he took my hand in his and we slowly stated twirling around. Slowly more and more people came out and dance around us. I felt more tears well up in my eyes. "Soul, I thought you were dead." I cried. He hugged me and we went back to dancing. More tears fell. He stopped and took my hands.
"Maka, please don't cry. I'm not going any where. He said, his voice pleading."
With his finger he wiped away my tears and we went back to dancing. The music abruptly stopped and everyone was gone. Even the Younger soul was gone but the music still played. He spun me one last time. He pulled me towards him and our lips connected.
He put his arms around my waist and my arms went around his neck. His tongue grazed my upper lip demanding entrance. I granted his access. He kissed me even fiercer as his tongue explored every inch of my mouth.
He released his grip around my waist and our lips parted. Out of nowhere he picked me up bridal style and carried me up the stairs and he stopped in front of the portal, and set me down.
Before we stepped through. Soul kissed me on the cheek.
"I love you so much Maka."
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This chapter was one of the best. Soul and Maka reunite! I loved writing this chapter it was really fun. I am truly sorry if I got the 19th century thing wrong it was either 19th or 20th! Rate and review please. I listened to once upon a December from the movie Anastasia. Watch the video for it if you wanna know what the ball room looks like.