Maka yawned and sat up on her bed. "What day is it today?" she asked Carlo, who was sitting at her desk chair, texting one of his friends.
"The second, why?" Carlo mumbled as he shut his phone and placed it in his pocket, only to have it vibrate again, but he ignored it.
"I have a doctor's appointment to get the cast off at four." Maka said. They had just gotten back from the movies with nothing better to do but to enjoy each other's company at least this silence was a relaxed one.
"Maka… it's three thirty." Carlo said, looking at the clock that hung on Maka's bedroom wall.
Maka's eyes widened. "Damn it! Mama's out getting diapers for Jason!" Maka said to herself.
"I'll take you." Carlo offered.
"Are you sure?" she asked. "I don't want to be a bother."
"Naw, it's fine, women don't really know how to drive so I'll take you there." He said with a shrug as he pulled out his cellphone and resumed his conversation with his friend.
Maka glared at him, going to grab the book that was on her desk, only to have her hand swatted away by Carlo. "There is no way in hell I would let you smash my skull in again." He said.
"You have it coming to ya." She huffed.
"I'll take you as long as we could make a pit stop on the way back." Carlo said, going back to his cell phone.
"Sure, whatever, hey could you pass me my hair ties? I haven't had the chance to put my hair up in ponytails for a while now." She said as she pointed to the hair ties on the other end of the desk.
"Your hair looks better down." Carlo said not looking up from his cellphone.
"I don't care, give me my hair ties." Maka demanded, holding out her hand.
Carlo sighed, closed his cellphone and put it in his pocket with one hand and with the other grabbed Maka's hair ties. "These?" he asked her.
"Yeah, those." Maka said, stretching to get them.
Carlo held them a good distance away from her though. "Nope, you aren't getting them." Carlo said, a devilish smile spreading across his face.
"Give them to me Carlo, I am not joking." Maka growled.
"I wonder…" Carlo trailed off as his eyes landed on a plastic and metal item. He reached for the scissors and held them up to the hair ties.
Maka's eyes widened and then turned into a glare. "You wouldn't dare." She growled at him.
"Watch me." He said and with a flick of his wrist, cut the hair ties into two and let them fall to the floor.
Maka watched them fall to the ground and sat there frozen.
"Come on, we have to get going or else you are going to be late to your doctor's appointment." Carlo said, standing up from the chair and walking over to the door way.
"You are so going to pay for that." She growled at him, her fists clenching and unclenching.
"Come on tiny tits, hurry your ass up." Carlo growled.
Maka froze, a cold feeling settling in her stomach. She got up and sprinted to him, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and slamming him up against the wall. "Don't you ever call me that again." She growled at him.
Carlo stared at her wide eyed. "I thought you couldn't walk without your crutch." He mumbled.
"Burst of energy I guess." She mumbled as she let out a breath she realized that she was holding in. "I'm sorry." She mumbled, letting him down.
"It's cool, I guess." Carlo mumbled as he went to go grab her crutch and hand it to her. "Come on, let's go." He said softly, his eyes distant.
"Look, I really am sorry." Maka tried to explain, but Carlo kept quiet as he led her out of the house and across the street where his motorcycle was waiting.
Maka heart stopped for a second when she saw it; it was almost the exact same one that Soul had; only that it was a deep shade of blue instead of orange.
"Maybe we should leave the crutch here." Carlo mumbled as he grabbed the helmet and placed it over Maka's head, fastening it. He grabbed her crutch and went to put it away inside of his house, making sure to lock it once he stepped outside again.
Walking back over he got on and motioned her to get on behind him, but Maka didn't move. "Don't tell me that you are afraid of motorcycles? Don't tell me we have to call a cab like we did earlier." Carlo said.
Maka shook her head and quietly got on the bike, wrapping her arms around Carlo's waist, just like she used to with Soul.
Carlo started the bike and went off, with Maka yelling out instructions as to where her mother told her where the clinic was.
Once they arrived, Carlo helped Maka get off of the bike, parking it, and going inside of the clinic with her. Once Maka told them that she was there, they told her to go have a seat until her name was called.
Carlo sat down next to her, a distant look in his eyes.
"What's wrong Carlo?" Maka asked him.
"You didn't snap because of the hair ties, I know that… but what did I do that made you snap?" he mumbled.
"Just let it go Carlo, it was nothing." Maka said with a huff.
"And then you hesitated when you saw the motorcycle… Maka, I know that you aren't like all the other women I know, that's why I have to ask… what the hell?" he exclaimed, only to get a bunch of glares from the people surrounding them. He quieted down but kept waiting for her answer.
"It's nothing Carlo." Maka repeated.
"Nothing my ass, Maka." He responded.
"Fine, you want to know?" she growled lowly at him.
"Yes, very much." He responded.
"Tiny-tits, was a nickname that only my ex-weapon would call me, my ex-weapon had a motorcycle exactly like yours, only it was orange. I miss my weapon Carlo." She mumbled, looking down at her hands.
"Then why did you leave him?" he asked her. "Don't you woman believe in your 'happily ever after's' and that your 'prince charming' would always come to your rescue?"
Maka gave him a dead smile. "There is no such thing as a happy ending, I should now." Maka murmured.
Carlo looked down at her with a frown. "You aren't normal." was his response.
"I've never been normal." She said with a slight shake of her head.
"That wasn't a real answer though… why did you leave him?" he asked again.
"Maka Albarn!" the nurse called out just as Maka was about to answer him.
"Well, that's me, want to stay out here and wait or are you going to go in there with me?" she asked him, standing up.
"I'll wait for you here." Carlo mumbled.
Maka nodded and began to hobble over to where the nurse was waiting for her, leaving Carlo to wonder what had caused her to leave him. Did he hurt her? Did he choose another meister? Was he not worthy enough? All these different possibilities passed through his mind but he received a text that interrupted his thinking process.
In order to pass the time, he decided he might as well make a deal with this person.
-Page Break-
"I'm actually glad I wore jeans today." Maka yelled over the roar of the motorcycle.
"Why is that?" Carlo responded, as he stopped at a red light.
"My leg was all hairy! I haven't been able to shave that leg because of the cast!" Maka exclaimed, disgusted.
Carlo let out a small laugh. "I hope you don't mind, but I have to make a small pit stop."
"Yeah, sure." Maka said as the light turned green and they zoomed off again.
Carlo stopped a street ahead. "Wait for me here." He said, turning off the motorcycle and hopping off.
Maka followed him with her eyes, confusion shooting through her as she watched him look both ways and go into an alley.
A few minutes later, Carlo appeared again and walked towards the motorcycle, his hands shoved into his jean pockets and another guy emerging from the alley but heading the other way.
Maka's eye twitched, he better not has done what she thought she did.
Carlo stopped a few feet from the motorcycle when he saw Maka take off the helmet and glare at him. "What?" he asked her.
"You didn't." she growled.
"Didn't what?" he asked her, his eyes widening with innocence mixed with confusion.
"Did you just buy drugs from that guy?" she growled.
"Yeah, so what?" he asked with a shrug as he hopped back on the motorcycle and turned it on.
"How could you be so cool about it?" Maka exclaimed.
"Why wouldn't I be?" he asked her. "Put the helmet back on Maka." He ordered.
Maka growled at him, but did as she was told. "We are so not done talking about this." She growled at him.
"Whatever." He mumbled as he made their way back to their houses.
When they came down their street, they saw that Pops and Jared were back, but they were carrying something on their shoulders as they entered their homes.
"What are they doing?" Maka asked Carlo, she couldn't see because of the glass that was covering her face.
"Coming back from a job well done." He responded.
"What do you mean?" she asked him.
"I mean that they completed whatever mission they were on, they're carrying dead bodies Maka." Carlo said as he turned off the motorcycle.
Maka took off the helmet and her heart stopped for the second time that day. There was no way that the guy that Pops was carrying into the house could be Soul. It was just a guy that looked terribly close.
Maka took in a deep breath. "I need to go see." She mumbled to herself.
"What was that?" he asked her.
"I need to go talk to Pops." Maka said.
"Hold up, the doctor said to take it easy on the foot." Carlo said. "I'll go get him for you." Carlo told her, getting off of the bike and running across the street to get Pops.
Maka looked at the guy that Pops was carrying, was he twitching?
Pops looked over to Maka and waved and then at Carlo, told him something and walked inside of his house, closing the door, leaving Carlo behind with wide eyes.
"So that was Maka's weapon? What is Pops doing with his body? Did this guy really hurt Maka so much to the point that Pops would go after him and kill him?" Carlo mumbled to himself and turned to look at Maka, the scar on her cheek making it look like she was smiling. "Could he have done that to her?" he whispered to himself.