Chapter two start! I don't own Soul Eater. Enjoy!
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This girl's not half bad when she's not trying to smash my head in with a book. We started walking back to my apartment, but it's quiet. Kind of awkward. Maybe I should start a conversation?
"You know…" I say, catching her attention. "Those guys that jumped you are friends of mine."
"Sounds like crap friends to me." Good god, she's cold.
"You didn't let me finish." She's quiet so I continue, "They're really poor. They can barely do anything right so they steal a lot. Mostly food, nothing big. It's the only thing they really know how to do." She's still quiet. Maybe she'll soften up now?
"That's stupid. Anyone can steal." Wow, you're a bitch.
"You know, you are not pleasant company."
"Neither are you, Soul Eater. What kind of name is that anyway?"
"A good one. Most people down here don't have names; they have labels as a name."
"Now that's stupid."
"That's life. Real bitch, huh?"
"You have no idea." She takes a deep breath. Please, I think I'm pretty much the definition of 'life's a bitch'.
"Well hello~, Soul!" a voice slurs. Oh crap, I forgot about her already. Noire slings herself over me as a greeting.
"Umm…" Maka stares at us.
"Oh hello, sweetheart. Are you Soul's girlfriend?" she grins and laughs. Well, she's not trying to stab anyone with a broken beer bottle. But this is still awkward.
"Uh, this is—" I get cut off.
"I am the amazing Oracle, sweetheart, and you may call me just that." She takes Maka's hand and start tracing the lines on it.
"Uh, miss…?" she asks her.
"Maka Albarn!" Noire says. "A meister child of only fifteen. Your family is quite broken up, isn't it? You're a tough young one, indeed!"
"Do I know you?" Maka looks shocked. Wait, so Noire was right? She's really fifteen?
"No, you don't." she lets go of her. Noire turns around and looks back at us, with her icy blue right eye glowing through her overgrown hair, "But I know you. I know everything!" she laughs at herself.
"Uh, don't mind her, she's delusional." I tell Maka. "Right so…we'll just get going now. Have a good night, Noire." I say taking Maka's hand.
Noire grabs my shoulder. "Now, now, Soul…" her breath stinks of vodka. "You wouldn't want to be rude to the girl would you? And," her grip on me tightens "I am the Oracle, not 'Noire', Soul." She then lets me go and sits on her blanket. Motioning for us to sit with her she says, "Come, come! This is a special free reading for the both of you!" Maka looks to me.
I sigh, "She's really not terrible, just annoying."
"Well…let's humor her then." Maka sits down on the blanket waiting for me. Alright whatever, just as long as you don't smack me with that book again.
"Excellent~!" Noire grins, taking our hands. "Maka Albarn aged fifteen, and Soul 'Eater', real name Soul Evans, aged sixteen." Whoa, hold it!
"Hey, Noire!" her hand around mine tightens into a death grip.
"ORACLE, sweetheart." She calms down again and looks over our hands, comparing the lines. I've been through this a million times. Maka doesn't look too interested either, but she's looking over Noire's actions like she is. "Hmm…" Noire says. "The stars think highly of you two." What does that mean? "A lonely meister having to take care of herself," Noire looks to Maka. "You love your mother, a meister, and you strive to be in her image. But yet, she left you to your father, an irresponsible skirt-chasing weapon whom you hate. It's a curious relationship." Maka looks confused. Well, I was too when I first taken in for a reading. I know from experience that Noire has some sort of 'higher power'; she guessed my entire familial situation. She better not say anything now. "And you," Noire looks to me. "An independent weapon with a good heart; forsaken by his family and left alone when young. Your life is much more tragic than you build it up to be."
"Shut up!" I whisper under my breath hoping Maka doesn't hear. Noire pauses and then continues like nothing happened.
"Despite your appearances you two are symbols of strength. You see the wrong in the world, and wish for a better one. Your paths collide, and what I see is… Demons of the moon, weapons and meisters together… This is indeed strange. It is a long journey with a favorable outcome: peace." She says. She lets us go and smiles at us. "You two will make a great pair." We both stay silent. This was different from her usual crap.
"I'm sorry, but I don't understand." Maka says.
"Ah~ what a shame! In time it will be clear, the future is a tricky thing!" Noire flops on her back. "Good night Soul and Maka! Be careful on your journey!" she waves at us. Well…that was a waste of time!
We continue on our way back to my apartment. Maka's been quiet the whole way. I want to say something to her, but what? That whole thing with Noire just made everything even more awkward.
"Was she drunk?" Maka asks me. Oh, now you wanna talk?
"Noire? Yeah, she's always drunk." I say back.
"Oh. Then she was just spouting nonsense."
"That's what I like to think, but she's pretty accurate on stuff. It's best to just forget what she said." I tell her. She nods at that.
We finally turn the corner to my building. I unlock the door and hold it open for her. "Here we are." I say. "My room's right down here behind the desk. The owner's never here so I rented out his room." I hang up my jacket and turn the lights on. She looks around the place with her big green eyes. "I'll sleep on the couch tonight. Just give me a few minutes to get the bed ready. If you want a shower you're free to use it, but there might not be any hot water left. And there's food in the fridge. Just heat it up and it's good to eat."
"Thank you, Soul." She hangs her bag on the hook by the door beside my jacket. "Hey, who was that guy from earlier? The 'psychopath' or whatever?" she asks.
"You wanna know?" I look into her eyes. She's obviously curious. "That guy was Giriko. To say the least he's an asshole. He gives us weapons a bad name. I don't know much about him, but I know he's escaped the asylum several times. I know in there he killed his roommate, I think he's done other stuff too. I don't know why he hasn't been executed yet though, he's on the wanted list."
"I see… Anyways, thanks." She says. I better get the bed ready for her. "I can take a shower, right?" she asks.
"Yeah, of course. I'll grab you some clothes you can sleep in."
I've cleaned up the bedroom and replaced the sheets and given her extra clothes to use. The extra clothes were hard to give her; she was already in the shower. I covered my eyes! Plus the curtain is dark. She still threw everything in her reach at me. Well, everything's ready for her. Now I just need an extra blanket for myself. Where did I put it? I exit the room and see Maka in the shirt I gave her. It's huge on her, looks like a big nightgown actually. Her hair is down and looks damp.
"Oh, hey." I greet her. "The room's ready for you, I just fixed it up."
"Okay." She blinks at me. "What are you looking for?"
"An extra blanket. I think I've got one, I just need to find it." Where is it? It's around here somewhere.
"Is this it?" she draws my attention. That's the one I laid out for her. "I don't think I'll need an extra, I'll be fine. So here." She holds it out for me.
"Are you sure?" I ask her.
"Yeah. It's okay." Oh. Alright then. "Thank you for doing this, Soul."
"It's nothing." I lay down on the couch after turning the lights out. Well, there's a meister girl in my apartment sleeping in my bedroom. This is just about the strangest thing that's happened to me. I'm surprised she trusted me so easily. I expected to try and beat me to death with that damn book. Glad she didn't. Now…what am I gonna do with her clothes? I don't know if my washer and dryer still work; I just go to the Laundromat. Maybe I can wake up early and throw them in there to see if they work. Yeah, I could do that. I'll have to get up really early, I have work tomorrow. Ah…I'll deal with it tomorrow. Right now I'm tired.
There's a loud banging sound. Is there roadwork going on or something? I roll over and hit the floor beneath me. Ow…oh yeah I slept on the couch. Is someone calling me? I think I hear someone calling me.
"Soul?" Maka calls me. She's not the voice I heard, but whatever. I quickly get up and fix myself.
"Mornin'. What's up?" she's still in the shirt I gave her. There are little flyaways sticking up from her hair.
"Is there someone at the door? I heard someone yelling." So that wasn't my imagination.
"Hold on, I'll grab it." I stretch and head for the door and I see Maka go into the bathroom. Who is here so damn early? "I'm comin'!" I yell at the banging. It just gets louder. Come on, I just woke up. I open the door and see—oh shit.
"SOUL EATER WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN DOING! YOU'RE THREE FRIGGIN' HOURS LATE!" Great, it's my boss. This guy…this guy is an asshole. Not to mention he's a great big flirt. He looks like he had another sleepless night with some whore, there are dark circles under his dull blue eyes and his dark red hair is a mess. His suit's clean though. I don't know what his problem is with suits, but I have never seen him in a dirty suit.
"Good morning to you too, Spirit." I greet him sarcastically. I'm tired, what do you want?
"Good morning? It's ten; it was 'good morning' three fuckin' hours ago, WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?" What? There's no way! I never oversleep!
"Are-are you sure? I me—" he cuts me off.
"OF COURSE I'M FUCKIN' SURE! Is this how you treat your superiors? Don't think I can't replace you in heartbeat!" He's off. How did I oversleep anyways? He keeps yelling, but I'm not listening. I don't listen to him; he's just spouting nonsense anyways. He'll always threaten to fire me if I do something wrong, I apologize and visibly work harder and he forgets it. It's the usual cycle.
"Dad?" Maka's voice calls out from behind me. Did she say 'Dad'? Spirit looks behind me in shock. Whoa, wait… "Dad, what are you doing here?" she asks him.
"Maka!" his jaw is about to hit the floor. He turns back to me with a death glare, "Okay…YOU HAVE TEN SECONDS TO EXPLAIN WHAT THE FUCK MY PRECIOUS DAUGHTER IS DOING HERE IN YOUR SHIT APARTMENT BEFORE I FUCKIN' KILL YOUR ASS!" Oh shit! They're really related? Great…just, great.
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And chapter two as promised! What is this situation Soul has gotten himself tangled in? It can't be good, can it? Now to wait for chapter three!
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