Deaf City

Chapter Eight

Kidd started walking down the steps of the DWMA thinking of what just happened not too long ago. Remembering how small and fragile she was in his arms. How the sweet scent of lavender lingered through his nose. How bright and beautiful those emerald colored eyes were. Her perfectly symmetrical pigtails that shine gold color in the sunlight. She's perfect in every way he could think of . . . beside the fact that she's deaf and can't hear the outside world.

Though, he couldn't help himself but smile at the sight of her blush, when he was hugging her. It was nothing too extreme, just a mere hug of comfort. Especially with how her eyes were like waterfalls, and yet she managed to blush a dark scarlet red. He wonders if her blush would ever go as far as to reach her pale skin swan neck or her maybe tint her ears. That would be something to test the next time he sees her, knowing that they would be seeing each other for quite some time, because his father just LOVES to push his buttons.

But why would he? His father knows Kidd well enough to know that Kidd doesn't like to open up to new people. That's why he never talks to anybody but his circle of friends. No. Even with his friends, Kidd isn't fully open to them. So then, why would his own father – who knows all of this – have him show some girl around like Maka? Speaking back to Maka, Kidd wonders if she is just as distant and alone as he is. Is that why his father purposely asked him to help her? So, he could find someone who could relate to him and possibly take him out of his hermit shell. Who really knows, maybe it just all a funny joke from his farther just to piss him off, and there is really no point in him or Maka ever meeting. Who knows, but Kidd likes the idea of maybe, just maybe there is something more in common between them then just being alone. Perhaps it couldn't hurt to finally open up to somebody who might just be feeling the same way that he has all this time, maybe even longer than him.

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Maka was walking a steady pace after she ran a few blocks from the school and Kidd. She didn't know what was wrong with her lately. She normally wouldn't break down public, and she hasn't for a long time. She always kept in the urge to let the salty water called tears from showing. But somehow being in Kidd's warm embrace felt right and she didn't want to let go of it, but she was so startled by the action that she didn't know how to properly react. The last time she was held like that was when her mother gave her one last hug before walking out of the door and that was a long time ago. She has never had anyone else hold like her mother did, not until now. For some strange reason, she felt comfort wash all over her when he held her so gently, almost as if he was worried that she might scatter if he held too tight.

Maka was so caught up in her thoughts that she failed to notice she was standing on the front step of her house. She sighs, and takes out her set of keys from her right pocket. Choosing the correct keys, Maka opens the door only wide enough for her to enter and closes it behind her. She just stands there in the silence of her house like every day of the week while her father is gone and probably messing around with other woman at his usual place. And yes, Maka does in fact live with her father and we all know that we're think the same thought, "Why would an independent seventeen-year old lady like Maka still live with her father?" The answer is simple. Her mother told her to. You all might be lost or confused by this answer, so let me elaborate.

After Maka's mother left, Kami started writing letters to her daughter telling her how she was or what's on her mind. Since Maka was still sad about her leaving, letters always seemed to bring her daughter happiness. Maka thought about getting a place of her own, but then that meant she would have to get a job and Kami never wanted Maka to be inundate with her schooling and job. So, she wrote a letter telling Maka to finish high school and to go to college to get a well-paying job of her daughter's choice. And the only way to keep in touch with Maka was to write letter and to live with her father so she knew the correct address. Of course Kami could always ask the person that was watching over her daughter for information but Maka didn't need to know that she was being watch. But Kami always wishes she could be there for her daughter when needs someone to hold her and tell her it's going to be alright. Kami would have never left the city or country knowing the pain she and Spirit were putting her through, but it was too late. The damage has already been done. All Kami can do is hope that someone will come around and help Maka with all the pain and suffering. That there is someone who can relate to the loneliness she feels and has been feeling for quite some time.

AN: Hello my dear readers! How are things going?! I know that I haven't been uploading as frequently as I want to but things never go the way I want them to. But, I would love to give a BIG thanks to the people who supported me so far. And I hope to continue to have your support near the future! Until next time! ~:D