Chapter Three

She had strayed behind me, picking a little flower, when I glanced back to see where she was. Gone!? I was starting to panic when out of no where a shriek of laughter came from above. Maka was sitting in a tree branch just above my head. I grinned and climbed up after her, but when I got to that limb, she was already two branches above me ." hey!" I laughed, then jumped up and grabbed her wriggled free, then slid down the tree to the ground. I jumped down in time to catch her before she started to run again. I grabbed her, wrapping my arms around her waist. " where do you think you're goin'?" Then, as I rarely do, I began tickling her like crazy. She screamed, writhing around in my grasp. She went limp on my arms, and I immediately panicked. " Maka?! What happe- GAAAAAHHHHH!" She turned on me, attacking my sides. She is the only one who knows that I am extremely ticklish... She went from my sides to my stomach to my neck to my knees. She only stopped when I was red in the face from laughter. She giggled at me, curled up on the ground, defenseless against the mighty power of her tickling. "S'not funny..." I managed to gasp between pants.

"Then why are you laughing?" She poked my arm. " are you done attacking me? If not then I guess I'll just start ticking you agai-

"NOOOOO!" She went hysterical at the look of horror and defeat on my face. I felt heat flush to my cheeks and ears, going as scarlet as my eyes.

" sorry..." She giggled.

" whatever" I muttered, trying to be cool again. She is the only one who can bring out the actual ( and might i mention shy... ugh) Soul in me, not this 'cool' mask I put on. I hate that. Shy Soul is too... Nice... Sweet... Stupid... and SHY! She prolly thinks I'm retarded when I act like that... That's why I put on the mask.