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Saturdays
Saturday morning, Maka sat at the small kitchen table dicing an apple I to a steaming bowl of brown sugar oatmeal. It was unusually quiet. Even though it was early and no one was really up at seven on a Saturday anyways, it was still silent. Blair didn't come home last night, so Maka assumed that she was um, that she would be back later today... hopefully. Soul was at Black Star's for "Guy's Night" whatever that was. She felt bad for Tsubaki. Good news was that they were probably sound asleep. Even for them, it was too early to be doing hoodlum things.
This had been the first time in what felt like forever that she was all alone in their tiny apartment. It felt... nice. While she valued her companions company, even Maka needed a break. She sighed as the slightly dull knife fell through her fingers and landed on the table with a ding. Realization struck. She would finally get to eat her breakfast in peace, not worrying whether one of them would eat her array of organic yogurts or fresh fruit cups that she always prepared the night before. Best of all, Maka had time to actually read without fear of being called a book worm. The ash blonde girl smiled hopefully as she indulged into her breakfast.
After washing the dishes and tidying up slightly, Maka sank into the red couch in the main living area of the three. Book in hands, she thumbed to the dog eared page. With a content wiggle, she began into the world of her own creation.
There was a knock at the door.
Maka's smile evaporated even further when she opened the creaky door to unveil a figure of her displeasure.
"What do you want?"
"H-hi Maka." Her father mumbled. His longish red hair was down and he was sporting his usual attire of olive green shirt, cross tie, black pants, and matching jacket with shoes. In his hands held a deep red book thick with what looked like pictures.
"Hi." Maka replied, combing her fingers through her unbrushed hair. "Why are you here?"
"I finally got all those pictures printed. I thought you might want them." He outstretched his arms. "Do you want them?" He furrowed his eyebrows.
Maka hesitated. It was true that they had a few good times. But were they worth relishing? For all she knew he all those times were probably just excuses to sneak out to see other women. Wind coming in through the open window blew a few unimportant papers off the counter. Maka faked a cough to cover her expression of uncertainty. She felt her father's eyes on her.
"Are you catching a cold?" He frowned and took back his arms. Maka shook her head vehemently. With her fingertips, she ran the fabric of her yellow pajama pants back and forth.
"No, I'm fine." She couldn't help the poisonous tone that oozed out of her mouth. She gazed despondently at the man before him. "Um, I'll take the pictures."
He closed his eyes and smiled, giving the book to Maka. The texture of it felt smooth like new leather. Before he had the chance to say anything else, she had thanked him and shut the door. She was pretty sure he was still standing there like he always did after she dismissed him from her presence.
Maka tossed the book onto the table and picked up her previous adventure. For some reason with every word, it felt like it was growing heavy in her hands. Bending back the same dog ear, the book clattered to the floor snapping shut. Maka reached for the old album despite her brain's constant warnings telling her not to.
The first page flipped open. She could practically hear her mom's clear, mellifluous laughter ringing throughout their house the day this took place. In the picture, Maka's blonde hair was tied into two familiar pigtails. Her arms reaching over her head and her mouth open and teeth bared. Behind her, Maka's father was mimicking her actions only in larger and more bold motions.
That was the day the two of them had decided to play dress up. But Maka didn't want to be a princess, she wanted to be a dragon. Thinking back, it all seemed silly but it had felt like the best thing ever.
Everything was simple back then, not knowing what "cheating" was and what not. Thinking of this picture made her feel overcome with mixed feelings. Nostalgia, however not all of it was good. For some reason, she was leaning to the bright side of things today.
The two of them walked around like they owned Death City. Her hands proudly on her hips. Her father would prance around behind her camera in hand and would pretend like she was a famous celebrity.
Even then she knew that she wanted to be a meister.
All of a sudden, Maka felt tired. Another knock came from the door. It proceeded to opening- Soul.
"Hey, I'm back." He called. Soul dragged in his small amount of luggage and kicked it aside.
Maka stared back feeling kind of disappointed. For a moment there, she had thought that she could revisit her childhood. That she wasn't in their rundown apartment. That she was back in their cozy house in the heart of the city. She had thought that it maybe would be her papa slouch walking yet grinning as he came back from a long day at work. And in a very untypical Maka moment, she kind of wished that it was him.
Author's Note: Soul Eater Saturday!
Yeah, this isn't very cute. I wrote this to see whether y'all liked this format at all. I was thinking that maybe throwing in a few things about their present relationship might be okay. Sound good?
If you'd like, please leave a word. Ex: Puppies or Kittens. I use those as chapter titles and draw inspiration around it. It would be lovely if you participated!
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