Author's Note: I decided to not be cruel and put this one up as soon as possible. Hopefully, you wanted to know who the sketch from the end of the last chapter was!
The definition of camisado (courtesy of the online Merriam-Webster dictionary)-
cam·i·sa·do n.: A surprise attack by night.
By the end of the chapter, you should probably understand why I chose that (:
On another note, thank you so much for all your reviews! It really does make my day when I see an email in my inbox saying one of my stories got reviewed. So thank you, thank you, thank you! And enjoy!
"Fancy seeing you again, Maka,"
The voice made chills go up Maka's back. She felt Soul tense next to her and pull her closer.
"Who are you?" Soul called out in a strong voice.
"My, my," The voice said, chuckling. "I wasn't aware you brought friends, Maka."
"W-who are you?" Maka tried to imitate Soul's strong voice but her voice wavered. I know this voice. She thought. I definitely know who this is. Just, why can't I think of it?
"Maka, Maka." The figure shook its head. "How could you forget me so quickly?"
Maka couldn't help but retort, "I can't actually see who you are, you know."
The figure chuckled.
"Ashura?" A voice down the hall called out. A small light came from that direction. "Ashura, where are you? This is not funny you know!"
Maka tensed under Soul's arms again. She would know that voice anywhere. Arachne.
The same voice that called out every insult, "snob" to "bitch" to "prude". The one who tormented her relentless, even in her dreams. Arachne.
Suddenly, Maka was mad. Really mad. She stood up, breaking Soul's embrace. She felt him stand up next to her.
"Ashura!" The voice continued to call out, until another figure joined the other three. Arachne carried a small flashlight. "Ashura, do you have to run off on me like that?" When she noticed there were two other people there. She shined the flashlight into their faces.
Soul and Maka squinted and covered their eyes, not used to the brightness.
"Could you get that thing out of our faces?" Soul asked, annoyed.
Arachne ignored him, her mouth curling up into a smirk. "Look who we have here. It's Maka Anal-barn. Just couldn't stay away from school, could you?"
"Shut up." Maka said, unable to come up with a proper comeback when it felt like her retina was about to explode.
Soul cut in. "Hey-"
Arachne turned to him, appearing to just notice his existence. "Fuck off, loser." She turned back to Ashura, turning the light of the flashlight from Soul and Maka's faces to Ashura's.
Maka gasped. It was the boy from before. She looked up at his eyes, just to be sure. She was surprised and a bit unsettled to find that they were staring back at her. He wore the same easy grin but those piercing eyes. Just looking at them made Maka feel scared. She shifted her eyes back to the floor.
"Ringing a bell now, Maka?" He asked.
Soul looked at her, questioningly.
"Yeah. You came up to me at my locker before and told me they were going to lock up soon." She mustered the bravery to look up into his eyes. They felt like they were piercing her soul and she shivered. She looked back down at the floor.
Ashura smiled. "Very good." He turned to Soul. "I'm Ashura."
"Soul." He answered, tense. Maka could tell he was a bit unnerved by Ashura too.
"Arachne," Arachne said by way of introduction, condescendingly.
"What were you two doing here?" Maka asked, bitterly.
"Just hanging out in the locker room…" Arachne said, trailing off.
Maka raised an eyebrow "The locker room? What would the two of you be doing in there?"
Arachne giggled and even Ashura let a grin slip.
"What?" Maka asked, getting annoyed. "I don't get it!"
Maka felt a tap on her shoulder.
Soul cupped his hands and whispered in her ear. "I think they mean they were hooking up. The locker room is where everyone goes to do it."
"Huh?" Maka exclaimed out loud. "What's that supposed to me-"
It hit her like a brick wall. She felt her cheeks turn hot.
"Oh," She said.
Arachne snorted. "Seems our resident prude just got it,"
"Hey, was tha-" Soul started.
"Shut it," Arachne said, cutting Soul off. She wrapped both her hands around Ashura's arm.
"Ashuraaa." She whined. "I'm hungry. Can we find something to eat?"
Maka's stomach growled at the suggestion of food. She hadn't had anything to eat since lunch.
"Please, Ashura?"
He sighed. "I guess it can't be helped. If Maka's hungry, we better go find something."
Arachne pouted. "What about me?"
"There's a vending machine near the cafeteria we can go try to break into." Ashura suggested, ignoring Arachne. "Is there anything you want in particular, Maka?"
Why is he asking only me? She shook her head. This is way too weird. "N-nothing in particular."
"Okay, we'll be right back. You just stay here, Maka. I'll bring something for you."
Maka was really confused. "Shouldn't we stay together?" As much as she wanted to stay as far away from Arachne as possible, she couldn't deny the fact that it would be much safer.
"No!" Ashura yelled. Maka jumped in surprise and felt her pulse skyrocket.
"What I mean," He said at a lower volume, composing himself. "Is that we're just going to the other wing of the school. You don't need to stay with us. Besides, someone needs to wait by the door in case anyone comes."
Maka nodded. Now she had two reasons for wanting to be as far away as possible from the other pair. "Okay."
Ashura smiled an unsettling smile. "Good."
He broke from Arachne's grasp and took a step towards Maka and placed a hand on her cheek. Before she had a chance to push him away, he leaned down and kissed her.
Maka's eyes widened. His mouth and hand were both ice cold. He was gentle but Maka couldn't move, as if his touch had the power to freeze her.
She looked over at Soul, as if he would provide some kind of guidance. Soul's mouth looked like it would hit the floor. His eyes were angry, with a little bit of hurt mixed in.
Ashura pulled away, smiling at Maka's shocked expression.
Arachne gave an angry huff before pulling Ashura towards the cafeteria.
Maka felt her knees give out from under her.