Author's Note: This chapter was pretty tough to write. I've never done something like this before! As always, thank you so much for your reviews. I read each and every one of them with a stupid looking grin on my face (:
Maka felt her pulse quicken as the doors swung shut behind Soul. It was as if she cut off her last lifeline. She was now alone. With a demon.
The demon turned to look down at her. He was still gripping her hand. He smiled, making Maka shudder.
"You really dislike me that much, Maka?" He asked.
"I-I don't dislike you," She said. It was a blatant lie but she just needed to focus on not setting him off until Soul came back. Hopefully, with the police. Ashura tightened his grip on her hand.
And some hand sanitizer. She thought wryly.
"Hm?" Ashura said, bending so his face was right next to Maka. "You like me then?"
If that's what it takes… Maka thought. "Yeah,"
Ashura's grin spread. He brought his free hand up to Maka's cheek. She flinched. His hands were as cold as stone.
He gently leaned in. Maka knew what was coming next. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to pucker up her lips a bit. She rather do anything but kiss him again but she didn't have the luxury of that option.
He continued kissing her, growing rougher and more rapid. Maka did her best to reciprocate, but her attempts were weak. That was good enough for Ashura.
He took the hand he was still holding and twisted it up above her head and pinned it to the wall, all while continuing to kiss her. He grew closer to her, so that they were practically smushed together.
Maka let out a squeak and broke the kiss.
Ashura looked down at her, a look of concern on his face.
"Ah, I-" Maka said, blushing and looking away. I need to stop this. She thought desperately. She needed an excuse. "I don't think we should do this here,"
Ashura smiled and buried his face in the crook of her neck. She froze. It had been Soul there, not too long before. His head was warm and comforting, nothing like the large, block of ice there now.
He brought his hand up to the other side of her neck, giving it support as he turned to trail kisses down her pale skin. Maka started shaking.
He lifted his head to her ear. "I want you, Maka," He whispered. "So, so bad,"
Maka couldn't deal anymore. She pushed him away.
He looked at her, quizzical with a trace of anger.
She tried to stop the quivering in her voice. "I-I'm not r-ready-"
"Well, I am," Ashura said, grabbing Maka around the waist and kissing her hard.
"No, Ashura," Maka said into his mouth. "Please, stop,"
She tried to push him off her again, but his hold was tight this time. He kissed her harder.
"No, please, don't-"
Ashura pulled his lips away from her. "You're mine now, Maka," He trailed his mouth down her neck and brought his free hand up to start undoing the buttons on her white blouse.
Maka didn't know what else to do. She screamed.
He stopped to look up at her.
She felt her stomach drop. She forgot for a moment what Ashura had done. The image of Arachne's dead body flashed in her mind.
"I-I" She stammered.
Ashura loosened his grip on Maka and stepped back. "I don't get it," He whispered.
"Huh?" Maka asked. She was prepared for him to try to throttle her for her outburst, but not this.
"I don't get it," He repeated. "I don't get it," His voice was growing louder and louder. "I don't get it!"
He grabbed Maka by the shoulders and pushed her up against the wall. He brought his face close to hers. But this time it wasn't for a kiss. It was for something very different.
"I just want to show you how I love you, Maka" He hissed through clenched teeth. "This is what love is,"
Her heart pounded as she stared into his cold eyes. "No, it's not!" She screamed. Both were surprised at the strength of her voice. Maka continued with her surge of courage. "Love is not physical; it's about understanding each other," She swallowed. Like how Soul understands me.
Ashura's lips twisted up into a smile. He laughed. "Love? Love?" He squeezed out between laughs. "That's what love is?" He smiled devilishly down at her. "You just think you're too good for me, right? You're too good for anyone but that white-haired boy, right?"
Maka's eyes widened. "Wh-"
"Don't interrupt me!" He said. Maka felt her hands shaking and clenched them by her sides. "I saw you two. I saw the way he touched you. I saw how you told him everything. I saw how you liked him," He laughed again. "I decided I could never forgive him,"
Maka was confused. "But you just let him leave!" She said, feeling her stomach twist. Please, let him be safe. This is just a joke. She thought, closing her eyes. It has to be.
"Oh, but did I?" Ashura said. Her eyes flared open.
"That key? Fake," Ashura said, spitting the words into Maka's shocked face. "That's my car key. He's still stuck in here," He laughed. "And I after I finish with you, I plan to deal with him," He drew his face closer to Maka's so that she could feel the breath of his words on her skin. "I'll deal with him the same way I dealt with Arachne. Because he's in the way,"
Maka felt all the breath leave her lungs. Soul was…going to die? She felt tears prick at her eyes.
"Now just be quiet, okay little girl?" Ashura said. He leaned back into her so that his lips met the smooth skin of her neck. His long fingers undid the buttons of her blouse; his cold index finger traced her collar bone and trailed down her sternum.
Maka felt a few tears slip down her cheeks. She was just a little girl, pinned up against a wall by a strange man in a building with no one else in it except someone especially dear to her who was going to die in a matter of minutes. What could she do?
The door banged open.