I am truly sorry to those who have read V1 of chapter four and became confused! V2 is hopefully way better! It kinda almost blew out my flame. BUT! After seeing two awesome reviews, it brought up my spirits. I have to say, I almost gave up on this story this morning! And it is fine, "I am anonymous", it really helped me out. I really hope you don't feel bad. We all have our moments :)
Anyway, the good news is, is that I won't be giving up any time soon! People! Reviews keep me strong! They really help me! Even if it's just 4 words long! So...pretty please with sugar on top?
Bonjour! Comment faites-vous aujourd'hui? Je tiens à remercier tous mes examinateurs! J'espère que vous apprécierez le chapitre cinq!
Do you want to know what I wrote above means! Welp, here it is:
Hello! How are you doing today? I would like to thank all of my reviewers! I hope you enjoy chapter five!
On to business! This here is Hellokitti1, and this here below me is the chapter review. Enjoy! (Sorry if anyone is OOC!)
I ALMOST FORGOT THE DISCLAIMER! That would have been baad! Could I have gotten sued? Enough of that, the review is going to be under the disclaimer!
I...*sob*...do not...own... Soul Eater! Man! That was hard to type! I don't think I would be able to say it...*wipes away a lonesome tear* 'Kay! Review~be~lo~ow!
Review of chapter four:
Soul finds Maka in their apartment, almost dead. Stein shows up with a medical team and takes her to the DWMA medical center. He patches her up and she is well on her to healing. But, Soul can't help but feel that all that happened is his fault. On his ride back to his apartment, Soul misinterprets a turn, and at the speed he was going, he crashed. What will happen to Soul when he wakes up? And who is the one that tried to kill Maka? Read chapter five to find the answers to these questions!
Chapter 5: Who is Aimi?
The dark clouds Soul saw now loomed above Death City. The sun was long gone, and a slight drizzle sheeted the city streets and buildings. A veil of mist hung just above the ground, creating an eerie effect.
Soul awoke in a dark room, lit by a single candle, with a splitting headache. A crack of thunder and flash of lightning made him jump and hit his arm against something hard. "Shit!"
He sat up with much difficulty and groaned in pain. He lightly rubbed the back of his head and realized that someone had wrapped it in bandage. "Where am I?" He soon found out that even talking made his head hurt.
A door creaked and Soul's head snapped to the side towards the sound. When he did this, a wave of pain made him grunt and pull his cut hands up to grasp his head. "Who's there?" He spat through clenched teeth.
"Oh, your awake?" A friendly voice questioned. Opening the door fully, the stranger walked forward with a plate that had a bowl of water on it.
Soul was shocked to see a girl so small coming to take care of him. "Who are you?" Soul lowered his voice, but still kept it stern.
"My name is Aimi. I found you on the street when I was passing through. I... I didn't know what to do so I dragged you back to my house." She glanced at the plate she held. "I thought that you might want some water when you woke. So, here." She held out the plate while looking down at her feet.
"Thanks..." Soul reached out and grabbed the bowl. He tilted his head back and gulped down the water like there was no tomorrow. "So," He wiped his mouth with his arm. "How did a girl like you get me in here?"
"Size doesn't always matter..." She continued looking at her feet.
"Well, thanks for your help, but I need to be going. I'm sure my friends are all worried about me." Soul slid his legs out from under the covers and rested them on the edge of the bed.
"Wait!" Aimi nearly yelled at him. "Don't... Don't leave me..."
"Huh? Don't leave you?" Soul became thoroughly confused at her outburst. "I can't stay here forever, you know?"
"But I... I don't want to be alone again..." Her pleading eyes locked onto Soul's red ones.
"What do you mean alone? Don't you have parents?" Soul stared, completely unfazed by her begging eyes.
"They left me two years ago..." Aimi fiddled with the plate in her hands.
Soul couldn't help but pity this young girl. "Well, you've made it this far on you own." Soul continued getting out of the bed. He figured out that his shirt had been taken off. "Oi. What did you do with my shirt?"
"It was covered in blood." The way she said blood made a shiver run down Soul's back.
"I don't really care if it's dirty, can I just have it back?" Soul stretched, trying to relieve some of his sore muscles.
"Okay." Her voice deepened. As she left the room, she looked behind her shoulder to stare at Soul. "I'll be back." She closed the door. Soul immediately began searching around the room. He looked under the bed and spotted his shoes. He slipped them on.
He grabbed the metal object the candle rested on and used it to help him look through the drawer of a small side table. A leather-bound book and a small knife occupied the space in the drawer. He snatched the knife and hid it in his back pocket.
As he reached for the book, footsteps became audible from outside the room. He quickly and quietly shut the drawer.
"I have your shirt." She handed it to him. Soul took it hesitantly. "Is everything okay, Soul?" Aimi looked into his crimson eyes.
"Ye-" 'I don't remember telling her my name... How does she know my name!' "Yeah..." He slid on his bloodstained shirt and tried to act normal. He didn't want to look suspicious.
"Is everything all right?" She repeated. Aimi watched every one of his movements, carefully analyzing him. Soul noticed this almost instantly. Tension began to stuff the room.
Soul coughed. "Ye-Yeah. Can you just show me out of your house?"
"Of course. But, why don't I...treat you...to dinner?" Aimi's voice continued to deepen.
"I really should get going. I think I might be able to find my way out by myself. Thanks for your help." He started towards the door, but was cut of when Aimi grabbed his arm.
"What the hell?" He tried to yank his arm out of her steel grip, but it didn't give. He turned around to see her head was hanging downward. He couldn't see her face, it was shadowed by her hair.
"Don't leave me." Her head lifted slowly, a maniacal grin stretched from ear-to-ear. Her eyes were wide, and her pupil was dilated. "I won't let you go, Soul." A cackle rose from her throat into the air.
Maka stood in a vast stretch of grassland. The smell of smoke burned her nostrils. She swiftly turned to see that a wave of flames was slowly making it's way to her.
She started to run, but her movements were slowed by the ground. It started to suck in her feet. It was like putty, the longer she stood, the further she would sink. As she slowly came to realize this, she was ankle deep.
She grabbed her knees and tried to yank her feet out of the ground. After much struggle, she came loose. She bolted in the opposite direction of the growing fire. She jumped over a boulder and landed hard on the ground. Unfazed, she continued running.
She looked behind her to see the flames at her heels. She soon realized that doing so was a very bad idea. The grassland came to an abrupt end. Beyond it lay nothing but an abyss of darkness. Maka skidded on the sides of her feet, trying to stop from falling into the black pit.
It was no use, she slid over the edge and started her long drop into nothingness. But, it all came to a stop. She floated around, trying to find a way out. Soon, a white light came into view. As she entered it, the black behind her sealed shut. She now stood on solid ground. All around her was white. In every possible direction, the white was there.
Soon, images popped out of the ground, from the never-ending ceiling, and the blank sides. Images of memories. Images of the people she cared about. A day with getiting ice cream with her mother. A day when her father reading her a bedtime story. A day with Soul, Kidd, Black*Star, Patty, Liz, and Tsubaki playing a game of basketball. A day where madness consumed her. A day where Crona nearly killed Soul.
A day where she was almost killed by a shadowed figure after coming home from school. The memory flooded her senses. Soon, she was back in her room.
"Well, time to get studying!" Maka put down her bag and set her textbook on her desk. "If it weren't for Soul, I wouldn't have known there was a test." She started flipping through the pages of her book. "Soul... I wonder what your up to now?"
The lights flickered for a while, then suddenly shut off.
A faint shuffling came from behind her door. She turned her head. 'Could that be Soul?'
"Soul! This isn't funny! Cut it out!" The doorknob started to turn slowly. Maka quietly got out of her chair and went for the light switch. She flicked it on and off, but the lights wouldn't come on.
"Dammit, Soul!" Maka started to worry. 'What if it isn't Soul?'
She silently started walking over to her window. When she was halfway there, a disturbing laugh became audible. 'It... It isn't Soul...'
"Who's there?" Maka called out.
"I am Nobody, but you are Somebody. Can I come in, Maka?" The voice croaked out. It was dry and raspy. It was haunting and made a chill run down Maka's spine.
"H-How do you know my name! Who are you!" She turned around and was about to start running, but someone blocked her path.
Straight black hair covered it's eyes. A large smile full of crooked teeth became visible. Boney long fingers with sharp claw-like fingernails creeped onto Maka's shoulder.
Goosebumps ran along her entire body. Maka's widened olive green eyes strained to look away, but she couldn't.
The woman tilted her head so her hair would fall away from her eyes. They were all white, except for the two dilated pupils that rest in the middle of them. The woman stared at Maka. She started speaking a foreign language under her breath.
"Ma li akno lod si banda fo ne ich ga..." She continued to speak. Soon, Maka's body became relaxed. Her eyes became dilated, as well. "Good... Now, how well can you handle pain, Maka?" She took out a large knife from a fabric sheath that was held by a tattered belt.
She brought it to Maka's side. A cackle rumbled in her throat, but came out in rasping coughs. She slowly dug the knife into Maka's side. Deeper it was pushed, blood began to pour out of her side. The woman then jerked her hand back and Maka let out a small whimper.
The woman raised the knife to her mouth, then licked some of the blood off of it with a small slithering tongue. She placed it back in her sheath a knocked Maka onto the ground. "I will see you again soon. Very, very soon, Maka Albarn. Ahahah!" She laughed continuously as she jumped out of the window and into the city.
Maka's eyes flew open as a crack of lightning sounded through the night. Sweat trickled down the back of her neck. She pulled off the thick blanket that was placed on her.
She saw some pills and a glass of water on a small table next to her. She shakily scooped the small white pills into her hand. When she turned to grab the water with her other hand, excruciating pain washed over her. "Damn this cut!"
She placed the pills in her other hand and grabbed glass with the hand closest to the table. She held her head back a swallowed the pills along with a gulp of water.
Another bolt of lightning flashed through the sky, making Maka jump. She looked through the window, noticing the downpour going on behind it. Thunder rattled the window's glass panel.
She started glancing around the room, looking into dark corners and at the ceiling. Turning her head towards the window again, another flash of lightning lit the room. A silhouetted figure appeared, perching upon the now open window sill.
Maka felt anxiety build in her chest. Fear filled her mind. Thunder cracked. Panic-stricken, she couldn't take her eyes off of the shadowed woman.
Lightning bolted through the night, branching off into the sky. The shadow dissolved in the light. Maka was terrified. The sight of that woman sent a chill that ran all the way into the marrow in her bone. She couldn't speak. The only thing that came out was a slight choke.
The effect of the pills started to kick in. Maka started becoming drowsy, but the image of the black-haired woman was burned into her eyes. Her eyelids became heavy, and she fell into the soft pillow. Gradually, the pills became stronger and stronger and pulled her into the depths of a dreamless slumber.
END OF CHAPTER FIVE
DONE AND DONE! How did you like it? Was it better than the shameful chapter 4? I think it was... At least by a little...
If there are any questions or comments, please kindly message me or post it as a review! I hope you enjoyed this new chapter! It took me all but most of my day to type it up!
I appreciate you reading my story! Always remember that!
Now, don't forget to check in for chapter six, that will hopefully be in by Friday! You know, since school is startin' up again! But! Summer vacation is coming up in a short while, so I'll be updatin' like the world will be endin' in 2012! (Which it will not!)
Au Revoir!
***Bonjour Minou Un***
P.S. I had to split up the name and change the i in "kitti" to a y, because otherwise, it wouldn't really be French ;)