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My breath caught in my throat, I fidgeted with the hem of Soul's too long shirt, and avoided any contact with the scorned weapon.
"Whatever Maka, I'm cool enough to let this whole thing go," Soul muttered. His voice was like a magnet, pulling me into his unforgiving expression. Soul was terrible at communication; our fights were always too loud or too quiet.
"Excuse me," he said pushing past my kneeling form. I froze, unable to speak or move this was what I had expected, for him to scorn me and turn me away. I was an untrusting bitch; I didn't even give him a chance to speak. In the distance, I heard the click of Soul's lock, and my stomach dove. He never locked his door; I was the moody teen, not him. He would get lost in his music but he never physically barred me out.
Staring down at my empty hands, I wondered why I wasn't crying, why I wasn't begging him to come back so I could make it up to him. I just sat there numb; hours, minutes, days could have passed but I felt nothing but an empty hole where my soul used to be. Eventually deciding that I should move or at least get out of Soul's clothes, I couldn't bare the smell of him any longer. My legs wobbled as I stood, I had been sitting on them, for what seems like forever, and now they were asleep. Crap, I stood next to the couch, leaning on it for support, and waited for the inevitable pins and needles. I was such an idiot.
Normally, I would call Soul to help me to bed but tonight I would have to get there myself. I waited for the water works, for the now all too familiar burn of emerging tears, and still nothing. Once my legs had woken up, I made my way down the hall quietly. Walking into my room, I cringed as I stepped on slivers of wood. Shit, I would have to clean this up. Looking down at the floor, forlornly I decided against the extra work.
Making my way to my dresser I pulled open my pajama drawer with a sigh; and another sigh escaped my lips when I realized that my drawer was empty. Fuck, today was laundry day. No wonder Soul didn't have any clothes, walking over to my dirty laundry basket I pulled out a pair of sweats that I had worn one time and a fresh tank top from my drawer. Pulling off Soul's clothes, I nearly cried with relief when the familiar scent of softener filled my nose. No more Soul or his intoxicating smell, tiptoeing out of the room I set the neatly folded clothes in front of his door.
Staring at the barring wood, I fought the urge to knock, eventually pulling my arms to my side I walked back to my room and pretended that it would all be better in the morning.
Yawning, I stared at the offensive clock that dared pull me from my brief respite from reality. Well time to wake up Soul… my heart stopped, oh yah. We weren't talking, was he even going to school? I know I skipped the last two days but what he had been doing was a mystery to me. Eh, knowing him he probably ditched. I had to force him to go half the time anyways. Groaning, I pulled myself out of my comforting bed. Shit, maybe I didn't need to go to school today, no, no, I absolutely had to go there was no way I was falling behind Ox. Throwing back the blankets, I braced myself for the day, taking a step out of bed I nearly cried. I really didn't want to get up, moaning curses and silently praying that a black hole had eaten the DWMA while I was sleeping. I took small steps to the hall wishing that I could crawl up into a ball and die; FUCK!
I nearly fell over when I felt a stab of pain travel up my foot, shit ass fuck, this day was starting terribly. Groaning I hopped to the bathroom in search of antiseptic and bandages, I really hate wood, this was all Soul's fault; shit, that made my already bad mood worse because I knew it wasn't true. It was my fault, I had assumed, picked fights and now I was dealing with the consequences. Whether they are no door, pieces of wood lodged in my body, or a weapon that won't talk to me; I deserved it.
I had really messed up this time, entering the bathroom I pulled open the medicine cabinet, praying that we weren't out of antiseptic again; we went through that stuff way too quickly, maybe we should buy a jug from Sam's Club next time. Aha! Here it is, pulling out the tiny brown bottle and a wad of gauze, I went upon the gruesome task of dislodging splintered wood from my tender flesh. There was no way we were going to make it on time, oh well. I had things I needed to do anyways, I had missed more school than this before, and to be honest I didn't want to wake Soul. When all the tiny pieces of wood were out of the wound, I set upon removing the easy to get splinters from my stomach and my arms. Man, I had really done a number on myself.
Using the counter, as a support I began a wobble/hop to my bed, there was no way I was facing the world just yet. Once I had reached the sanctuary of my room, I flopped on the bed with a groan and a sigh of relief. Yep there was no way I could have gone to school today.
Peeking open my eye I stifled a groan at the ray of light that was peeking in through my haphazardly shut curtains, why was I awake?
"Finally," I heard a gruff, all too familiar voice mutter.
"Soul?" I said covering my eyes to look up.
"I thought you were dead for a while there, also why is there blood in the hallway?" Soul quirked his eyebrow in confusion and I felt the bitter sting of sadness. What was going on? Why were we talking so normally?
"Ugh, I got some wood jammed in my foot; sorry I was just too tired to clean it up."
"Well did you get the wood out of your foot?" Soul said lifting the blanket.
"Yes, I used tweezers and bandaged it."I nearly gasped when he grabbed my ankle for inspection, I don't know why; we always cleaned each other's wounds. Touching was a part of the partnership, you got used to the person because they were the one that would give up their life for yours.
This time the touch felt less loving, less caring and more calculated and analyzing, kind of like going to Stein for medical help. It wasn't bad but it didn't hold the familiar scolding, loving nature of a parent or friend.
"Geez, fat ankles, could you have gotten any more in your foot if you tried," Soul sarcastically chuckled. I nearly recoiled at the fat ankles; the name-calling had stopped years ago. It was like a slap to the face; I had thought we had gotten to a place where we no longer needed the name-calling.
"Uhhh… I don't know." I replied feeling lame. Soul's expression darkened visibly and he released my ankle.
"Well we have to get you a new door, we don't have any laundry, and I personally don't want any more splinters so we should clean up."
"You know what, it's fine, and if you go get a door I will do the cleaning." I said with a small smile.
"Cool," Soul muttered and made his way to the door with his hands shoved in his pockets. When I heard the front door shut, I slowly climbed out of bed.
This was terrible, it was worse than when we had just moved in together, at least then, we were talking and arguing but now, we seemed to have fallen into silence. This was not good, shit. Limping over to the vacuum, I cursed my ill luck, shoving those thoughts aside I jammed the plug into the nearest wall socket and set to work.
When all the offensive wood was gone, I limped to Soul's bedroom with an empty laundry basket in hand, pushing open the door. I paused, was Soul okay with me in here?
Grumbling to myself I stood in the doorway awkwardly, this is stupid. I told him that I would do the laundry he had to have known I was going to come in here. Limping in the room, I began throwing all the discarded articles into the empty basket.
"What the fuck," I heard a male voice snarl, fuck, jumping around I landed on my feet prepared for a fight when I saw Soul. What the… oh my god my frigging foot.
I feel backwards from the pain, shit I ripped whatever scab had begun to form.
"What are doing in my room?" Soul scathed.
Grabbing my foot I stared up in confusion, "What the hell are you talking about? I told you I was doing laundry."
"I don't see a laundry machine in here."
"Yah but you see a mountain of clothing, correct." I winced as I watched the mostly clean bandage turn red, yes definitely tore it.
"It's not like you put your clothes in a basket I could grab, so I was collecting them for you. Shit, I had no idea you didn't want me in your room," I said using his bed to try standing. My foot was killing me.
"Now if you'll excuse me I am going to deal with my foot, why don't you finish collecting whatever you want me to clean," I scowled pushing past the weapon.
I felt hands around my waist, "Come here." The hands then moved to place me in bridal position and we made our way to the bathroom.
"I'm fine Soul. Put me down." I squirmed and tried to release myself from his vice like grip. "I'm sorry I went into your room. It was inconsiderate, now put me down, and get your laundry so I can do it."
"There is no way you are carrying laundry up and down the stairs. And hold still Maka," Soul said pulling me closer to his chest.
"Seriously Soul, I am fine." I still tried to pull away from the pushy weapon.
"Maka, shut up." Soul said pulling open the medicine cabinet as he put me on the counter. Before I could make an escape, I was back in his arms again and somehow holding the antiseptic and fresh roll of gauze.
I grumbled and muttered silent curses as we made our way to the couch, I didn't want to be held. Why didn't he just go get his clothes and leave me alone? In addition, where the hell was the new door?
Suddenly I was dumped on the couch; a gasp of surprise escaped my lips, what the hell? Why was he always dropping me? Well at least this time it wasn't on the hard ground or a pile of garbage, but he was really undependable with putting me down.
Before I could say a word Soul had my ankle in his lap, He was pulling off my poorly wrapped ankle gently, however his touch this time felt right, no longer unfeeling, or rough, it was my Soul. The one I gave my soul and heart to.
"You don't have to help me; I can wrap my own bandage."
"Shut up Maka."
Huffing, I leaned back into the couch. We sat in silence as Soul wiped and cleaned my now bloody injury. "You didn't get all the wood out." Soul scowled as he inspected the wound.
Shit, no wonder it still hurt like a bitch, "Yah well I really wasn't awake this morning." I shrugged, "I'll dig it out with some tweezers later." I expected Soul to continue cleaning the wound but he dropped my foot unexpectedly.
I stared as he made his way to the back rooms, probably his bedroom; I guess he was done dealing with me. I sat up and pulled my foot closer to my face, yup there was definitely some splinters left. Well, I might as well get them out now. I used the couch to pull myself to my single working foot, I hope I don't bleed all over the floor I thought when suddenly a hand pushed me back onto the couch.
"Where do you think you are going?" Soul scowled at me.
"Ugh well I was going to grab the tweezers."
"No need, I got them." Soul said holding up the little metal prongs. I crossed my arms and stared, what was he playing at, was he angry with me or not?
We went back to silence as Soul picked tiny pieces of splintered wood, "I'm sorry," his words were half-muttered, half-whispered. It was so quiet I almost didn't hear him.
"What?"
"I'm sorry," he repeated not looking up. "It's my fault that you're hurt."
I huffed in annoyance, "No it's not. It's mine I provoked you and I should have cleaned it up last night. I was just too damn lazy. This is all my fault, I was stupid, and I clumped you with my father again." I was staring off in the distance.
"I was a real bitch." I said with a frown. "I guess I just never learn."
We sat in silence as we shuffled through our thoughts. Regrets were probably running through his head, he probably wished that we had never become partners and that he would have gotten someone cooler. I felt him tie the gauze off and set the bottle to his right. I hope that he would just leave now; I almost looked at him when he made no move to leave.
"Yah you're an idiot but you're my idiot." Soul said flatly pulling me out of my thoughts, and then grabbing my chin forcing me to look him in the eye.
"You are right; it wasn't cool of me to let the girl kiss me. I figured that what the hell let the girl get off this field without crying." Soul huffed. "I was in a good mood so I decided that I wouldn't completely ruin someone else's day."
"In fact, I was going to tell you when you came at me like the bat from hell," Soul said giving me a menacing look. Frowning, I pulled my chin out of his hand.
"Yah I get it. I am stupid, I assume shit, and I have tiny tits. I've heard it all before." I stated staring back at the empty wall.
"Well the first two are true but I'm going to have to disagree about the third one." I felt Soul's arm wrap around my waist, I turned to face him with confusion written all over my face.
Soul's face was inches from mine, I could smell his toothpaste, his shampoo, and… I gulped.
"But you do have fat ankles," he whispered with a chuckle before I pushed him away.
"Shut up Soul, you're just lucky I don't have a book." I huffed as I sat back; Soul got up off the floor and sat next to me. We sat in a comfortable silence, I don't know if it was our most graceful make up but we had reached a truce. I felt Soul wrap his arm around my waist and I laid my head on his shoulder with a sigh, god we were insane.
GUYS' THEY MADE UP! I don't know how or what just happened but it happened. This chapter started out so angsty and shit I was a little worried that I failed you. Sorry no kisses, I was about to but then it didn't happen. It just didn't seem appropriate somehow. Oh well, Yay they aren't fighting anymore. Now review, favorite, and follow! WHOO!