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"42-42-564." Maka called aloud to herself, writing the corresponding numbers on a foggy window of a now abandon pastry shop. Nothing happened. Just as they had feared, Death City truly did seem to be deserted. Streets that were generally crowded with smiling faces and littered with meaningless chatter were now vacant to everything but the occasional tumbling soda can.
"Let me try." Kid closed his eyes before summoning a large portal that would allow him to communicate with his father, but much to his dismay, it was nothing but static. Kid closed his hand and the portal vanished. "I think we should get out of Death City." He concluded.
"Leave Death City? But why?" Liz asked, hands on her almost bare hips.
"Something is horribly wrong." Kid stated. "I can't sense any souls."
"Well maybe everyone is just at a gathering or something away from here. It could be anything." Soul shrugged, obviously not worried about it, though he would admit, something was off.
"No… Not like that." Maka spoke up. "He means he physically can't detect them anymore. Neither can I. The only way I can really describe it is like trying to see through a thick fog. I can see everyone here's souls, but everything else is just a haze… Either way, I don't think we should leave Death City."
"Maka, listen. I don't think it's safe here." Kid tried, but Maka shook her head.
"This is the safest place we could be right now. If something really is going on, I'm sure Lord Death can handle it, but he'd want us to stay right here, for when he needs us." Things were quiet after the blonde spoke until Soul nodded.
"Makas right. Lord Death might need us." The white-haired boy agreed. Kid sighed. Of course the group would follow Maka, not that Kid had any bitter feelings towards the girl, (well maybe a little, but just about the battle earlier) but he knew the group would walk in line behind Maka, no matter how rebellious a certain blue haired boy may act at times.
"Alright. But at least let us stay together. I believe I have more than enough room at my mansion. Go to your apartments and get everything you may need, and meet back up at my place." Kid offered. Everyone, even a reluctant Maka nodded.
"First telling me to back away while in battle and now this?" Maka said bitterly, Soul at her side, on the way up the stairs to their apartment.
"I don't know Maka, but you gotta admit, things are a little weird around here." Soul offered.
"Maybe, but it's Lord Death were talking about here, does the guy have no faith in his father at all?" Soul shrugged, knowing only time could relax his meister. The pair walked into their apartment and began packing things such as clothes, toiletries and other essentials before returning to the base of the staircase next to Souls bike.
"It is a little creepy, huh?" Maka whispered, looking up and down the desolated street.
"Yeah. Maybe it is a good idea we stick together." Soul added.
"Yeah, maybe." Maka nodded, boarding the bike after Soul. Without traffic, the weapon and meister pair reached Death the Kid's mansion in no time. As the rumble of the bike stopped, the pair slide off its back and stood in awe of the giant house before them.
"Wow, I forgot how big this place really was." Soul commented as his meister nodded in agreement.
Upon entering the manor, the two were greeted by a very disgruntled Liz. It seemed upon Blackstar's arrival, he had already managed to make the house, in Kid's words, asymmetrical garbage; his worst offense being that he failed to fold the toilet paper into a triangle. "What's even worse," Liz continued as she led Maka and Soul into the beautiful living room, " it seems Patti is feeding off Blackstar's energy, which Blackstar is taking in as some weird sort of praise. I swear, it's like a ping-pong match of energy between the two, with Kid as the obsessive compulsive referee! And to think, it's only been 15 minutes." Liz sighed in defeat, sitting next to Tsubaki on a couch opposite Maka and Soul. This was going to be a long night.
Later that evening, Maka was called in the kitchen to help Tsubaki and Kid prepare dinner. Maka had always heard from Blackstar that Tsubaki was an excellent cook, but it came to her surprise that Kid himself was a brilliant cook as well. Maka was in charge of cutting and putting together the vegetables for the salad, Tsubaki was getting out all the raw ingredients for lasagna and Kid was making a special, homemade tomato sauce. It wasn't long until the trio had prepared a multi layered (8, to Kid's approval) lasagna and fresh house salad.
"You sure now how to serve guests, Kid!" Soul mumbled through a mouthful of food in approval. "And you can cook! Unlike tiny tits over there." Soul said jokingly.
Kid looked a little disapproved, but still muttered a small "Thank you" before Maka made contact with a book to Soul's skull. "I'm sorry to say, though," Kid spoke up. "I only have 2 spare bedrooms, so it'll be two to a room."
"Soul and I will share!" Blackstar said through a second helping of lasagna, Soul just nodded in agreement.
"Fine with me, I'll share with Tsubaki!"Maka said with a smile, looking over at her friend who returned it.
"Sleepover! Sleepover!" Patti laughed.
"You know, Patti has a point." Liz said, thinking it over. "We should take advantage of this. Nails, make-up, gossip; the works!" Tsubaki and Maka shrugged and nodded in agreement. "Then its settled, we call the big guest room, boys!"
Blackstar and Soul didn't seem to care much about anything other than stuffing their faces. Liz and Patti both left the room in favor of setting up the larger guest room. "I guess that makes sense." Kid stated after the two had left the room.
"What makes sense?" Tsubaki asked.
"Well, think about it, before they lived here, the Thompson sister were on the streets. I don't think they saw many slumber parties." Kid sighed. "But I, on the other hand, will pass, and retire to my own room." He continued, picking up all the dirty dishes and returning them to the kitchen. Tsubaki and Maka helped Kid with the dishes a litte while after that, before being pulled upstairs by the ecstatic twin pistols to a black and white room now filled with nail polish, make up, a stack of dvds, magazines and various junk food. Maka smiled at the rest of the girl and helped pick out a movie, 'She's the Man,' before they all changed into their pajamas.
Not long after the movie started, Maka excused herself to the restroom. She didn't really have to go, she really just wanted to get away from all the polish fumes. Curiosity piqued her interest when the blonde came around to a door that was half way cracked open. Looking back and forth down the hallway and kneading vacantly at the hem of her shirt, she debated whether to look in the room or not. She had no idea what was in there, but it simply beckoned her, the door being cracked and all. Curiosity getting the better of her, she walked closer to the door, just close enough to peer inside. She quickly realized it was Kid's room when she saw him stretched out on his bed in pajama pants and a book rested between his hands on his bare stomach. Averting her eyes of the half-dressed boy before her face became too red, she looked around the rest of his room, which was lined with shelves and shelves of books, all organized according to size.
"I know there's someone out there." Kid's voice called, echoing inside his massive room.
Maka's eyes widened and her face reddened. She'd been caught. Now, to play it off. "Wow… So many books…" Maka said, fully stepping inside the room.
"Oh it's you, Maka. Thank death you're not Blackstar." Kid rolled his eyes. "Oh, and this? It's nothing. Not compared to the library." He chuckled.
"W-Well, I'm sorry to bother you…" Maka said, taking a few step backwards.
"You didn't bother me." Kid replied simply. "Oh, and uh… Sorry for yelling at you, earlier with the kishin…" He offered awkwardly.
"Yeah, I-it's ok," Maka said, beginning to feel guilty that she had been talking bad about him before to Soul.
"I was just worried you'd get hurt and-"
"Don't worry. I could've taken care of it though, but its alright." She replied honestly, her guilty slowly slipping away.
Kid looked at her, his head tilted. "Really? It's just you fell quite a few times and all…"
Maka blushed, partly out of irritation. "I can take care of myself, Kid."
"Well, sure, but why don't you let others help you sometimes?"
"I do." Maka said, not knowing what else to say. The words Blackstar had said to her so long ago began to echo in here head. 'I'm not some little weakling like you.' True, that conflict was long ago resolved and forgiven, but the word still stung. She didn't need to be taken care of.
Kid finally sighed. "Maybe you should go back to the other room with Tsubaki and the others."
Maka nodded, an irritated look plastered on her face. "Goodnight." She said, her voice cold.
"Goodnight, Maka." Kid replied, though she was already down the hall.
*Sigh* That REALLY awkward moment when you misspell 'cook' and your STILL laughing about it at the end of the chapter. WOW that was funny. I'm so immature. Anyways! So yeah, Maka has a little inferiority complex. It's been brought up multiple times in the series, so why not here? Also, please don't expect all my chapters to be this long, as a matter of fact, none of them should really be this long from here on out… well, maybe the next one… But now I'm just trying to write out the boring stuff and get it out of the way and make room for the big plot bunny, he's so cute and fluffy and violent :3 Thanks for any Reviews ^^