Let's see here. Bite Size has contained drama, comedy, madness, awesomeness, and other cool stuff. Who's ready for what's next? Okay, here it is!
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The concept and ideals of this chapter as well as the original storyline are blankdude's, but of course you already knew that, right?
Also check out some of raelynn gross and Sally White's stories as well as some of my own, such as Semi Legal and New Beginnings. If you've read Soul's Fluffy Kitten or Fluffy Puppy Trio, you might like to check out the third story of that series called Soul and Maka's Fluffy Family. Please be sure to review anything you read; have respect for the authoresses who made those stories possible^_^
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Bite Size
Chapter 8: Fishy Napping
The dead of night had already long fallen in Death City. The young orange haired girl had just watched her target and her target's guardian go to bed. She still didn't understand how that doll could move and talk; she had to have been so very expensive. And why the hell did that boy have a doll? A doll and he was a boy! She laughed as she adjusted herself on the huge branch carefully. She lived right across the street from this apartment complex, plus her mother was on a cruise without her and she had been left with a maid. It had been just so easy to fool the maid and wait a few hours for the house to pass into the world of sleep. Carefully, she crawled forward on the very thick branch and lifted the window's screen, leaving the entire room open. Raichel had watched the boy rest the doll in the cardboard box. Swiftly, the small and brainy eleven year old pulled her neighbor's fishing pole from where it rested on the branch next to her. The idiot neighbor had left it on the porch, easy access for a quick and stealthy girl. Raichel peaked into the window and saw the doll resting on a bed within the box, which was missing a side. Grinning, the cunning girl pushed the fishing rod inside and sent the line after Maka. She had read way too many books on this.
She tugged the line back to see the doll jerk. Perfect! She reeled in her prize, the small and pretty blond haired doll whose eyes were closed as she slept. Satisfied, Raichel climbed down from the tree and returned the pole as if it were never gone from its resting place. Unfortunately, Maka stirred with the jostling.
"Hey! Whoever you are, put me down! Let me go!
"Listen up. You're my doll now, okay? So sorry, but I can't fulfill that request of yours."
"Soul will find me! Let me go, let me go!"
Maka squirmed heavily in the loose but firm fist she was being held in.
"Soul? What, is he that boy that used to own you? I don't quite understand why he owns a doll. Boys generally don't."
"I'm not a doll! I'm not!"
"Yeah right. Whatever."
Raichel let herself into her house and went to her room. She tossed Maka into a large dollhouse before closing the house and locking it shut.
"Let me out! Stop this!"
"Just go to sleep. We'll play in the morning."
Raichel put earplugs in her ears and went to bed. Maka darted around the dollhouse in a fit of panic and dismay. She tripped over a Barbie and crashed into a wall, wishing she had her home of cardboard. Sadly realizing her helplessness, Maka crawled into bed and fell asleep sobbing mournfully.
Soul woke up to his headphone alarm clock and rose from bed to get ready for school. Unfortunately, Soul got the shock of his life; Maka was not in her bed at all. Soul stared blankly, thinking he may have gone crazy. After blinking and rubbing his eyes, Soul realized she really was not in her bed and he screamed.
"Maka! Maka! Maka, where are you? Maka, this is uncool!"
The mentality of the nightstand incident slammed into him along with his own self-induced blame for her getting shrunk in the first place. Soul rushed around to every place Maka could be in his room. Being that his door was closed, Soul knew she couldn't have gotten from this room on her own. And as far as he knew, there was no one else who would take her from the room either. Soul rushed to the bathroom mirror and called Lord Death, praying Spirit wasn't there. When Lord Death answered, Soul saw that Spirit was indeed not there, thank goodness for him.
"Yo, what's up Soul?"
"Maka is missing! I can't find her anywhere and I just tore apart my room."
"Hum….that's not good. Okay, stay home and try to find her."
"Okay. Can we not tell Spirit this?"
"Sure thing Soul, don't worry. Just find Maka."
Death hung up and Soul rushed back to his room to continue tearing it apart. Worry burned in his heart and he found his brain pulsing with internal blame and accusations. It was like he was mentally on trial. Where in the world could she be? What if he never found her?
Meanwhile, mini Maka was exploring her current hell. What kind of weird person built a house like this anyway? It was sickeningly pink and, although Maka liked pink, it was just too much. Pink is quite nice, but not in very, very, very excessive quantities. Everything, even that stupid bed she had slept on, was hard as rock and quite useless. If people were going to waste time building crap like this, couldn't they at least make it work? No, of course not, because 'dolls' aren't supposed to move and talk. So why the hell did Raichel still think she was a doll? The house had everything and yet, it had nothing. It had absolutely nothing because it was not Maka's home. It was not where she belonged and she had been kidnapped for crying out loud.
She wandered down annoyingly thin pink stairs and found her way into the living room. It contained everything living rooms normally have, except in mini sized and dysfunctional plastic. Walking further, Maka stumbled into the kitchen which, to her horror, was also pink and useless. How the hell was she going to feed herself in a useless house like this? She didn't care, she just wandered off into what she noted seemed to be a library or a study of some kind. Maka's heart sank when she found that every book was painted into the wall and the ones on the plastic table were just posers that didn't even open! Moaning with terrible discontent, Maka made her way back to the living room and wearily sat herself down on a hard-as-hell couch. What the hell was she supposed to do now?
Soul groaned too as he sank to the ground, leaning against the desk where Maka's cardboard home was stationed. He hated this, he hated it so much. How was he going to take care of Maka now if he didn't even know where she was? This was torturing him; he already held so much self-induced blame and now she was lost to who knows what? Why was his mind and heart turning into his own personal hell? He didn't care anymore as he looked up to the ceiling. Soul needed to stop this guilty bullshit and figure out where Maka was and what to do about it; he knew that much for sure.
"What do I do now?" he asked himself.
"What do I do now?" Maka inquired to herself.
They would know sooner than they thought. Maka's personal hell had only begun and Soul would have his answers….only time would let it occur.