Chapter 5
Look who got her sorry ass together. I'm baaaaaack. Alright friends, let do this thang.
Hugs'n'shit
Vi
It was to no one's surprise that, instead of moping around and becoming depressed about Soul, Maka threw her self into learning as much about magic, curses and spells. So much so that Tusbaki, Liz and Kid were on rotating duty to make sure Maka actually left the library and got some sleep, not to mention actually ate something.
BlackStar, on the other hand, had the difficult job of keeping tabs on Soul and while the ninja insisted a job like that would be too easy for a god like him he found it nearly impossible to catch Soul for any more than a few minutes as he came and went from the apartment.
"Hey Soul, come play a round of pick up basketball with me man," The weapon blinked slowly at BlackStar, as if he had just seen him and he hadn't been standing right in front of him.
"No thanks, I've got some stuff to do with Jen." Soul stepped around BlackStar, moving mechanically towards his motorcycle.
"Maka misses you," BlackStar heard him self blurting out. "She barely sleeps, only just eats, she's out of her mind with worry and she's going to break." Soul had frozen, his hand in his pocket as he reached for his keys. BlackStar moved forward slowly like someone trying not to spook a skittish animal. Something he said had struck a chord with Soul and he wasn't going to give up this opportunity to get something comprehensive out of his best friend.
"Maka…" Soul said sluggishly, as if he were unsure about the words that were coming out of his mouth. "Maka, she isn't…okay?"
Soul turned his head slightly, looking at BlackStar out of the corner of his eye. And that was where the blue haired ninja made his mistake. Seeing Soul respond to something sent BlackStar jumping exuberantly towards Soul in classic BlackStar fashion. This sent the Weapon reeling backwards, what ever progress that had been made vanishing in a split second and BlackStar was left watching the dust fly as Soul sped away, wondering where he went wrong.
Soul Eater
Almost a week after Soul dropped the bomb of switching partners, Maka returned to their apartment, cautiously entering the shared space.
"Soul? Blair? Is anyone home?" The Miester made her way through the dark apartment, peeking her head into every room, desperate to see someone (mostly Soul, oh Death, please be here) and make the cold apartment feel a little like home again.
"Maka?" Blair in cat form padded out from the laundry room, blinking sleepily with her hat tiled askew. "You're finally home!" The magic cat rubbed up against Maka's ankles fondly, happy to have company again.
"I've missed you! Soul left days ago and I've been all alone since. He's been no fun since he met that girl. There's something weird about her," Blair mused, leaping up onto the kitchen table and licked her paw thoughtfully. "I don't think she's really a Miester, she just feels wrong." Maka nodded in agreement absently, scratching Blair behind her left ear.
"I know what you mean, I feel it too." She dropped her hand with a sigh, a wave of exhaustion hitting her hard. "I'm going to bed, I'll see you in the morning okay? I'll keep looking for him in the morning." Blair watched her friend stumble into her bedroom with concern, she had never known Maka to be so lost and depressed in all the years she had known the master Miester. If Soul didn't come back soon they might all loose Maka too.
Soul Eater
Maka slept poorly, dreams of a hollow, selfless Soul haunting her dreams. As the manic sun rose Maka was on the streets, using her Soul Perception relentlessly, desperately looking for her partner. It almost felt like a last-ditch attempt, even if she did find Soul what could she do? He was unresponsive every other time she tried reaching out to him.
As midday rolled around Maka found her self stumbling in exhaustion, using her Perception to the maximum. Still she pushed on, completely determined in her goal and her persistence payed off, as out of the corner of her eye Maka caught sight of the distinct pulse of Soul's soul. He was on the outskirts of the city in a nondescript town house, somewhere Maka would have never thought of looking.
Turning on her heel Maka raced for the house, barely feeling the burn in her legs or the throbbing in her head. There he was! So close, oh Soul please.
Maka had just enough sense to pull out her phone, hitting Tsubaki's number and breathlessly blurting out, "I found him!" When she picked up. Maka relayed where Soul was, ending the call just as Tsubaki was telling her to wait for them. Never, Maka could never wait for Soul.
The front door was ajar, something which immediately put Maka on high alert. She realized as she neared the house that she was about to take on a powerful Witch by herself, with no weapon. It was stupid and irresponsible, completely out of character.
I should wait for the others, wait for backup and weapons. Maka pushed the door open wider, slipping into the cool, dark house. Dusty sheets covered the furniture and the house was silent, the hum of electricity thrumming through her bones strangely absent. Curtains drawn tight to keep out the harsh rays of sun and spare the thick, ornate carpet from fading. Whoever lived there intended to come back, but not for a very long time. The perfect place to hide. That is, if you were a crazy Witch hell bent of brainwashing unsuspecting Weapons.
Maka didn't need her soul perception to know Jennifer and Soul were in the basement. Not when she watched said Witch stroll up the stairs, muttering under her breath with an off, crazed look. Her usually perfect blond hair was greasy and unwashed with tangles knotting it into clumps. Mascara was smudged against her cheeks in violent dark smears that contrasted sharply with her unnaturally pale skin.
But what caught Maka's attention were her cloths. Jenifer's shirt looked sliced, like something or someone had deliberately taken something like oh I don't know a knife, a blade, maybe a Death Scythe?! to her cloths. Something akin to hope pounded through Maka, was Soul…could he be fighting back?!
Maka watched curiously from her hiding spot behind a large arm chair as Jenifer didn't look twice and the door now standing wide open (get your head together Maka, what were you thinking leaving it open like that?) and strode out into the desert.
Maka blinked. Did she seriously just leave…? With out a second thought Maka bolted for the basement door, pounding down the steps and-
"SOUL!"
Hey friends. So I thought I thought I would try something new in this story. As you may have noticed, things in italics (during the story) are Maka's thoughts interspersed through the 3rd person dialogue. I kinda like it, personally, but I'm not sure if its effective to the people who matter, you! The readers! Either way I want my writing to be as quality as I can make it. If this is new little thought thing it working for you guys and you like it, let me know. If you don't like it and find it weird and confusing, also let me know! And as always if there are any story requests let me know, I always love hearing from you guys!
Stay safe, stay happy,
Hugs'n'shit
Vi
