Hey guys! I was going to wait for more reviews before I went on with the story but I have an idea courtesy of my sister. She read and critiqued my story even though she hates Soul Eater so I thank her from the bottom of my black heart. In addition, this has been the hardest chapter to write ever! Ugh, so review and tell me how awesome it is, so that I can know it was worth the mind numbing experience of staring at a computer. Seriously, I could probably write a thesis paper faster than I wrote this chapter. All right end of my rant enjoy.
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I continued my stomp towards Soul, staring at his pale toned abs; I contemplated jumping him in the damn field that would deter those stupid fan girls. There was no way he would resist, he may be a gentleman but he was a pervert. That thought made a large smile spread across my face, plus if Liz saw that I know for a fact that I would no longer have to wear that stupid dress.
"MAKA-AAAA," I immediately cringed; crap, I thought Kid had gotten over the symmetrical thing. I turned in Kid's direction and was immediately confused he was currently holding Liz, from her expression she had clearly gotten over the underwear incident, all the while conversing with Soul. Where had that shout come from?
The air was knocked out of me as two arms wrapped around my waist, effectively putting me in a death grip, looking down at the fiery haired assailant I felt the urge to scream.
"My little girl looks so cute in her gym uniform, yes she does." I heard an annoyingly familiar voice wail as he pulled me into a bigger grip.
"My Maka is the most attractive girl on this field." I felt my eye begin to twitch, did he really have to ruin my day.
"Let go of me." I said with a huff, all the while trying to pull out of his vice like grip.
"MAKA, I LOVE YOU!"
"LET GO OF ME, YOU BIG IDIOT"
"MAKA-AAAAAAAAAA"
"Hey isn't there a new, female, gym teacher." I said with chagrin, I felt bad for inflicting my father upon the innocent woman but I really had to get to Soul.
At the mention of a female my father stood at alert. "Ahhh, yes I was going to visit her actually."
"I had to tell her that she is one great teacher. She is already working the muscles of my heart." He said standing in that idiotic pose, while tousling his red locks.
"Pervert," I stated, as I Maka-chopped his head with a softball bat. Tossing the bloodied bat aside, I stepped over the unconscious, twitching idiot.
Scanning the field, I searched for stark white and crimson, a very easy combination to find in this dull school. Standing on my tiptoes I cursed my eternal shortness, I even tried jumping a few times but the albino scythe was nowhere to be found. Cursing I pushed my way through the crowd. Once I had reached the center of the field, I raised an eyebrow. Where could that idiot have gone?
I continued my mindless wandering before I heard the familiar shouts of the godly fool, "The great BlackStar shall conquer this school and then the world, and all will stare up at a big star like me!" He chortled. For once, I grinned at the foolish ninja, he was tall and could easily spot my lost Soul.
Pushing through the crowd, I silently cursed the sun again; sweaty bodies and tight crowds were terrible. In fact, why was everyone out here to begin with, also why had the teacher failed to tell the combined classes to begin already.
Frowning to myself, I finally found the clearing that contained my friends, the great thing about being in a group of OCD reapers and narcissistic ninjas meant that everyone gave us our space. Probably afraid to catch whatever we had.
"Hey BlackStar, have you seen Soul?"
"My disciple was grabbed by a girl."
"WHAT!" I screeched at the star obsessed dingus. "Where did he go?"
"My loyal follower is near the fence," he chortled.
Growling I ran towards the fence, what was Soul doing?
Finally emerging from the cluster of students, I wondered had we always had that many kids in our grade. Shaking my head, deal with one problem at a time. Scanning the fence, I quickly found the elusive albino, and that dumb ass BlackStar was right. He was with the biggest whore in the school. I tried to remember her name but quickly gave up when I remembered that I never gave a crap.
Blowing my tousled bangs out of my eyes, I begin walking towards Soul, maybe to show that fake floozy just whom Soul really belonged with, staring at their faces I began to get pissed, why was Soul still talking to her, why did she look happy, and why was he that close to her. My heart clenched and my mind screamed he likes her I quickly squished that thought. There was no way that was possible, Soul had kissed me in the hall like the world was going to end, alright, maybe not that dramatically but he had put himself out there hadn't he. My throat closed up, crap, and my feet had stopped moving.
I could not see Soul's face but his body language read relaxed and calm, I made my way closer; I was still out of earshot but closer than before. I watched for her face to fall, to lose that smarmy, ditzy smile. I had seen that stupid face on countless girls before and Soul had never failed before to crush their hopes and to leave them a frenzied ball of emotion whether it was anger or sadness. Yet this girl remained unfazed, maybe he did not want her to go, the insecure voice whispered. Shut up, I snarled at the little voice. Continuing to watch I felt my heart pound against my ribcage and my pulse seemed to jump out of the base of my throat.
Feeling sweat run between my shoulder blades and down my spine, I thought about giving up and finding a damn teacher so class could start. However, fate has a sick sense of humor. I watched the girl lean in and kiss Soul, and not on the check or the forehead but the fucking mouth. I prayed that he would push her away that he would act disgusted, shout that he did not want her, but that never came. He just stood there unmoving, uncaring I felt tears well up in my eyes. I banished them with the back of my hand and made my way to the locker room. If the teacher did not show up soon then I would leave.
Getting closer and closer to the locker room I felt the contained anger begin to boil and bubble its way through my veins. My heart was spreading the sticky, hot feeling of hatred, betrayal, and the overall feeling of manipulation throughout my body, making it hard to breathe and slowing my steps to a crawl. Had my kisses meant nothing, I quickly derailed that thought. I was fine before Soul and I would be fine now. In the back of my mind, I raged, I always knew men were pigs, disgusting creatures that grovel in their own shit and take whatever rotten food was easiest to come to them, eventually slaughtered, ultimately proving their uselessness and meaninglessness in the grand scheme of life.
Huffing, I made my way to the rooms with a renewed vigor, I had to find that good for nothing lazy gym teacher, as I entered to hallway leading to the office I ran into a very solid chest, I prayed to shinigami that it wasn't James, my day was a living hell.
Looking up I sighed in relief, "Oh sorry, Professor Stein, I was looking for the new gym teacher." I said stepping back, clasping my hands behind my back.
"Hello Maka, ahhh, yes, the new gym teacher just quit. I believe it had something to do with your father. Something about sexual harassment and bad pick up lines, anyways Lord Death sent me here to have some sparing matches and demonstrations."
My eye began to twitch, "That pervert," I muttered with a sour expression.
"I would have to agree," Stein chuckled, "well shall we, actually I wanted to ask if you and Soul would like to perform a Soul Resonance for my N.O.T class."
"Right now," I asked as we made our way out to the field.
"Yes, if it's not too much of an inconvenience." He said with a raised eyebrow.
"Well the thing is Professor Stein; I don't think our Soul wave lengths will match at the moment." I said with a small sigh.
"Hmm… well you could be the demonstration of what happens when you fight with mismatched wave lengths. Yes, this is perfect. Grab your scythe and make your way to the top of the field." He said leaving before I could say no.
Grumbling to myself, I made my way over to BlackStar. When I arrived, I saw Soul, talking, smiling, and laughing as if he had not just kissed the biggest whore in school. As if at any moment we would be, the same and we would be successfully resonating for all to see. However, really, we were nothing, I had been stupid, and it would not happen again, now we were going to go humiliate ourselves in front our peers and underling. We would be the "what not to do" example. With a sigh, I made my way to Soul.
"Hey stupid, Professor Stein wants us for a demonstration." I yelled at my startled weapon. Before he could answer, I turned on heel and began marching to the front of the field.
In the background, I heard Soul mumble something to BlackStar. The dingus laughed, "Well you were with that hot Meister only moments before, and maybe she didn't like it."
Grumbling to myself, I toned out the rest of the conversation, instead trying to calm my erratic heartbeat and wavelengths. If I could pull myself together, we could get through this demonstration with our dignities intact.
Taking cleansing breaths, I continue my solitary march to Stein; I noticed that Kid stood with Patty and Liz on his side. Clearly, he would be the one demonstrating what a level 3 meister should look like. Fuck, I had to pull myself together. I mean, did I really want everyone looking at me as if I was the same as Hiro, every weapon he tried to resonate with, minus Excalibur, usually ended in injury. That jackass had made many enemies when he decided he was the coolest person around.
My brain betrayed me yet again when I thought of cool, that idiot could not go 10 seconds without uttering that dumb four-letter word. I sighed in defeat looks like we were going to be making a fool of ourselves.
My Soul perception watched Kid's expanding soul as he preformed Soul Resonance. I had always been envious of the ease that the young reaper had with Soul Resonance, Soul and I had practiced and tried that technique until we were bruised and bleeding but we been incapable until Sid.
"Hey Maka we need to talk," Soul whispered in my ear. The crowd was in a hush as they watched Kid aim and fire his death cannons in the distance.
"There is nothing to talk about Soul," I hissed through closed teeth.
"Your Soul wave lengths are all over the place. There will be no way that we can match them at this point." Soul scolded in my ear.
"I am well aware of that Soul Eater Evans," I took pleasure in his angry hiss. He hated his last name and it was a very good way to crack his cool exterior.
"In fact, Stein knew this as well so he asked us to demonstrate what it looks like to try and fight without matching wavelengths."
"This is so fucking uncool; I can't believe you would make us a laughing stock."
"Do you honestly believe I want to demonstrate to all of these level one meisters, what it looks like when you and your dumb weapon get into an argument?"
"Well maybe if you weren't so stubborn and reckless, we wouldn't get into arguments…." Soul paused with a confused expression. "Wait, this is so uncool why are we even fighting?" He said leaning in.
"Shut up Soul," I said turning away. I sighed when I saw that Kid had finished his demonstration.
"Time to embarrass ourselves," I mutter as I made my way to Stein.
"Wait… Maka…" I stomped towards Stein ignoring my weapons protests. I heard a string of curses as Soul, trudged behind me.
"Well class we also have a demonstration by Scythe Meister Maka and Death Scythe Soul, they will be giving a demonstration…" before Stein could continue the bell went off in the distance. I guess that is what happens when 50 minutes of class time is wasted.
I sighed with relief as the students poured into the locker rooms. Walking away from Soul I made my way into the women's locker room, turning the corner, I noticed that Liz was grinning in my direction like a fool.
"Good job Maka, I saw you kissing Soul in the hallway after class." I groaned I guess James had not been the only one watching, "So here you go."
I grabbed the bag out of her outstretched hand, peering at the contents I nearly cried. No more stupid dress, it had only been three days but it felt like a lifetime.
"Don't remind me." I growled as I pulled my sweat drenched t-shirt over my head. Gross, I would definitely have to take it home to wash.
"Whoa, what a mood change, you seemed happy after you were showered with kisses." Liz said, crinkling her brow. She maneuvered the locker room wrapped in a towel heading for the group shower. I finished disrobing and headed towards the shower as well.
"Like I said, I don't want to talk about it Liz."
"Is something the matter," Tsubaki asked as she turned on her shower.
"Really guys, I don't want to talk about it."
"Oh come on Maka." Patty giggled as she pulled me into a hug. Eeep, she was naked.
"Holy crap Patty, get off of me!" I screeched trying to get away from the busty pistol all attempts were futile, she was by far the strongest female at the DWMA.
"Nope, not until you tell us what's wrong," Patty laughed as she pulled me tighter.
"Alright, alright I saw Soul kissing someone after he had kissed me." I nearly shouted. I silently thanked Shinigami as she released me.
"That two timing bastard," Liz hissed. I could see an angry, vengeful look pass through her eyes.
"Perhaps it's not what it looks like…" Tsubaki started, an angry glance from Liz silenced the gentle weapon. Her anger amazed me, I admit that when I saw it I was pissed but now I was just tired. I silently agreed with Tsubaki I just could not believe it either.
However, I saw no moves to get away from the pushy meister. Exhaling deeply I turned to Liz, "Hey Liz, thanks for your concern. However, I really have to figure this out myself. Ok?"
That question seemed to shock her, "Ok Maka, if that is what you want."
I nodded gently and began washing my hair in silence.
"Oh Maka, you look so cute." Tsubaki murmured as she adjusted her star covered tank top. Looking down at myself, I had to admit that the shorts were adorable and I could not fault the simplistic black lacey tank top. I was wearing my normal black boots with my new short shorts and tank top. Over the top, I wore a hoodie. I was so grateful that Liz had decided to buy these shorts and tank top for me. I could not imagine another day in that awful dress.
"Hey Liz, thank you," I said beaming at the tall blonde.
"No problem Maka." She said with a smile.
Looking once more in the mirror, I felt ready to face the world, including a certain brain dead albino.
All right guys' I know this is a little different from my style of writing but I hope I did it in such a way that it flows with the other chapters. In addition, I thought I should spice the story up a bit. Tell me what you think and I will see you next time.
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