A/N: Sorry for not uploading for a while. But I'm here now, hardly any homework and on a sugar high from all the Halloween candy! X) Happy late Halloween people! X)
Maka sighed in relief when Carlo finished his tattoo. "I told you to choose somewhere else for me to draw it on, but no, you were stubborn." Carlo grumbled with a role of his eyes.
"Shut up." she grumbled, already in a bad mood.
"You women are so weak." Carlo mumbled as he threw something into a trash can that was next to Maka's bed.
"Excuse me?" Maka asked him.
"You want me to say it louder? Fine. Women. Are. Weak." Carlo spat at her as he began to pack his things up.
Maka glared at him. "Why are you saying that?" she asked him as her hand went up to gingerly finger the bandages at the back of her neck.
"Don't touch it." Carlo warned her shutting the box that he had come in with.
"Don't dodge my question." Maka told him.
"If you'll excuse me." He said, getting a good hold of the metal box and was about to walk out of the room.
"Hold up. Answer my question." Maka growled.
"That's none of your business." He responded without looking back, a foot past the door already.
"Fine then, I challenge you." Maka said, a smug tone in her voice.
Carlo froze at the door, his back straightening as he turned to look at her in the eye. "What was that?" he asked her.
"You heard me. I challenge you so that you could see that not all women are as weak as you think." Maka said.
"You know, you're right, women may not be as weak as I have thought." Carlo said a small devious smile lite his face.
"I told you." Maka said, she couldn't help the smug look that she shot him.
But, of course Carlo had to shoot it down. "They are actually a whole lot weaker. Do you really think I would accept a challenge from you when you're supposed to be resting?" Carlo asked, laughing.
Maka glared at him. "Fine then, once I'm out of this bed, I'm going to make you change your mind on women." Maka threatened.
"You do that." Carlo said with a roll of his eyes as he walked out the door.
"Maka, I'm heading back home before Tsubaki starts to worry." Black*Star said through a mouth full of what looked like a fries, strolling into the room about an hour after Carlo left.
"Before you leave… could you tell me about Soul?" Maka asked before she could stop herself.
Black*Star sat down next to her, swallowing his food and looking down at her. "He moved away Maka. He goes to another school now." Black*Star told her.
"Why?" Maka managed to ask after a moment of silence.
Black*star shook his head. "You're not ready for the answer." He mumbled, his hand going up to ruffle her hair. "Well, good bye peasant." Black*Star said and he stood up, walking out the door without turning back to look at her.
"Black*Star! What do you mean?" Maka yelled out after him but sighed and rolled onto her side when he didn't return to answer her question.
"Maybe I should call him to make sure he's okay." Maka mumbled to herself, but then it hit her. "What if Blair picks up the phone? What would she do to him?" she whispered to herself and groaned in pain.
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Soul felt pressure on his chest causing his eyes to spring open. The first thing he noticed was the room he was in looked like the nurses office. The second thing was the fact that he was laying down on a really uncomfortable bed. The third thing was the purple cat that was nuzzling his neck.
"Blair? What the hell are you doing here?" he growled at her, his good arm going to push her off of him.
Blair growled in annoyance when she hit the floor.
Soul looked down at himself, inspecting his body. He groaned in annoyance when he saw that his arm was in a cast… again. "Not even a few days after the cast is gone and I have it back." He growled to himself. He looked down at his torso to see that he had bandages wrapped around his stomach. Something felt wrong on his cheek, but he was too afraid to touch it.
"What are you doing here Blair?" he growled at her, trying to distract himself from the bandages.
"I was always with you silly, I watched you from the sidelines. Don't worry dear, I'll take care of the bastard that hurt you. I love you." Blair purred as she went to lay down next to Soul again, but Soul pushed her away again.
"Leave him alone, I'll deal with him." He growled but there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Soul called out as Blair stood up, making sure that her short dress wasn't crumpled up.
"It's me." Mr. Law said as he opened the door, a clip board in his hands, but he froze when he made eyes contact with Blair. "Blair? Is that you?"