A/N: These are the songs that I listened to while writing, in no particular order X):
#1: Again- Flyleaf
#2: Gone Forever- Three Days Grace
#3: For You- Staind
#4: Everybody's Fool- Evanescence
#5: Lithium- Evanescence
#6: Call Me When You're Sober- Evanescence
#7: Hate Me- Blue October
#8: Broken – Seether ft. Amy Lee
Soul stormed into the apartment, slamming the door shut behind him. His hair and clothes were dripping wet and sticking to his skin. His motorcycle was totaled so he had to walk back to the apartment in the pouring rain since he didn't have enough money for a cab.
Soul was seething… how could Maka do this to him? She had given him a note that said that she loved him!
He stormed into his room, grabbing his desk chair and throwing it against the wall and then finding the strength to flip his desk to the side with his good hand watching it crash onto the ground with a loud smack, the papers that were on it scattered all over the ground.
Soul wasn't done yet, he jumped over his desk and headed for his night stand grabbing the lamp that was on it, yanking it's cord out of the outlet and throwing it across the room. It hit the wall by his closet, breaking to a ton of pieces of shards of glass, sprinkling the floor next to it.
Soul snarled as he stomped to his closet leaving puddles of water with every step he took. He yanked open the door, letting it slam into the wall, the door knob making a hole on the wall.
He grabbed a bunch of clothes, ripping them away from the hangers, breaking some of them in the process and then throwing the clothes onto the floor all his shirts and jackets hitting the ground.
Soul grabbed at his hair, falling to his knees and wincing when he realized that he had fallen on the shards of glass but he ignored it as he threw his head back and let out a roar, letting all of his emotions escape him with that one yell. Anger, frustration, sadness, betrayal... hatred. He could feel his soul start to cloud over with these negative emotions as his body caved so that he was arching his back and his fist came pounding to the ground repeatedly, the shards of glass sinking into the skin on his hand.
Soul suddenly stopped, he was panting hard, his wet hair sticking to his forehead, his face flushed with anger and his eyes screwed shut as he felt his heart slow down.
Slowly, his fist unclenched and his whole body seemed to relax as he let himself fall to the ground completely as only one of the emotions took over… sadness.
Sadness at the fact that Maka will no longer live with him. Sadness at the fact that he had the chance to love her. Sadness at the fact that his sacrifices for her were for nothing… sadness at the fact that she hated him all this time, how could he be such a fool?
Taking in deep breaths he rolled himself so that he was lying on his back and reached into his pocket to pull out the note that she had given him.
"And to think I believed you." He whispered as he jammed the small piece of paper into his mouth and swallowed it as he looked up at the ceiling… shaking his head from side to side as the shards of glass stabbed into his back. "How am I going to live without you Maka?" he whispered.
"Soul! I'm home!" he heard Blair call out and his room door was opened.
There stood Blair her eyes bugging out of her skull when she took in his room. "What did you do Soul?" she asked him.
"Leave Blair, and never come back…. I don't EVER want to see you again." He mumbled, not moving to look at her, his gaze never leaving the ceiling.
"Soul, you're over reacting." Blair said leaning against his door way.
"I'm serious Blair. Move out." Soul growled, his jaw clenching, but he refused to look at her.
"And if I say no?" she asked him.
"I'll make your life a living hell." He growled, his anger bubbling back up quickly.
"Soul, I'm not going to leave. I'm not a coward like Maka." Blair said as she picked at her nails.
Soul stood up quickly and strode to her, grabbing her by the little article of clothing that Blair called a shirt and pulled her up with his good hand so that they were looking eye to eye. "Get the fuck out before I lose the little bit of cool that I still have." He growled.
Blair glared at him. "I'll come back once you've cooled down." She mumbled pushing away from him and walking to the door.
"You better not come back if you know what's good for you." Soul growled. "I should get myself a dog." He growled as he slammed the door of his room and sprawled out in his bed as thunder roared to life outside and a flash of lightning struck outside his window.
Sighing, he sat up and grabbed a change of clothes from the ground and his drawers and went to the bathroom to take a long bath.
Maka sat there hugging her pillow with her good arm, she didn't know how long it's been but she didn't care.
Someone knocked on the door but she didn't respond… she didn't think she could, she couldn't find her voice.
"Maka, it's me Kilik, mind if I come in?" he asked but Maka couldn't respond, she just closed her eyes tight and clutched the pillow to her even tighter.
Kilik peeked his head in. "Maka? What's wrong?" he asked as he stepped inside closing the door gently behind him and going to sit down next to her on the bed.
Maka let out a small sob and shook her head.
"This is about Soul right?" he asked.
Maka nodded and another sob escaped her.
"I'll go kick his ass for you." Kilik growled, jumping off the bed and going for the door.
"It wasn't his fault… I did this." She whispered, her voice emotionless.
"Maka… what are you talking about?" Kilik asked her sitting back down.
"I… I'm moving out of Death City." She whispered.
Kilik sat there looking down at her. "Are you sure? Maka, maybe you're being a bit hasty, I understand that you want to move out of your apartment… but why Death City? All of your friends are here." Kilik whispered.
Maka nodded and sniffled. "I've made up my mind Kilik, you can't change it." She whispered.
Kilik nodded and looked down at his hands. "Oh, before I forget. We've found a note on the book shelf that fell on you." He said reaching into his pocket and pulling out an envelope that read 'Maka'.
"The thing that caused all this damage?" Maka answered, recalling that Soul had told her that she had saved him.
Kilik nodded and handed her the note. "We already read it, it left us with more questions than answers. We're hoping that maybe you know what it means." He said as he handed her the note.
Maka sat up and reached over to grab the note, pulling it out of it's envelope and unfolding it.
Maka.
I'm guessing that you already know how Soul broke his arm, and yes this was all my fault, the book shelf and the motorcycle… and soon it'll be more if you don't leave.
He's mine Maka, I mean it, do as I told you before it's too late for the both of you.
Sincerely,
You know who.
Maka shook her head angrily, as she crunched up the note in her good hand.
"Maka what's wrong?" Kilik asked, his hand going to cover her fisted one.
She shook her head, her body tensing as she tightly shut her eyes. "Nothing." She mumbled… Blair was the one causing this damage.
"Do you know who wrote this?" he asked, looking her in the eyes.
"Kilik, I don't know and I don't care." She mumbled.
Kilik looked dumbfounded. "Maka, this person tried to assassinate both you and Soul." Kilik said.
Maka shook her head again. "I said I didn't care Kilik." She mumbled but then sighed. "Kilik, could you do me a favor?" she asked.
"Could you go pack up my stuff? Please? And then bring it back here to me." She whispered looking out the window.
Kilik sighed and nodded knowing that he wasn't going to get her to change her mind. "Alright Maka." He murmured as he stood up and walked out the door.
"Bye Kilik." Maka whispered as he closed the door.
Throwing her legs off the bed, Maka reached for the phone that was on the night stand next to her bed and dialed the number.
She held it to her ear and waited for him to pick up.
"Hello?" he heard him ask from the other end of the line.
Sighing, bot believing that she was about to do this, she answered. "Papa? It's me Maka." She mumbled.
There was silence on the other end and then a whole bunch of shouting.
"Papa! Calm down! I want to ask you a favor… could you buy me an airplane ticket?" she asked him.
After about ten minutes of arguing with each other through the phone, Maka managed to convince her father to buy her a ticket to go stay with her mother.
A/N: I know Spirit was being OOC by not storming into the nurses office and begging Maka not to leave, but Spirit tends to annoy me a bit when he does that, so I didn't bother writing out that part.