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Soul stood stunned by the words that he had heard and what he saw just happen.
"You stupid son of bitch!" Soul yelled ignoring the way Maka recoiled fearfully. "You don't even go to DWMA and there's no way in hell you're a meister!
Wes stared Soul with amusement; as if looking at a chihuahua that was trying to act tough.
"Otouto-chan", Wes said mockingly sweet, "You should lower your voice; your scaring poor Maky-chan. She looks as though she going cry and we don't want that, now do we". Wes couldn't help but to laugh after his last comment. Though Maka did look scared at the pure rage in Soul's voice, it wasn't because she feared him, but because she knew the black blood within Soul could easily take over him the more upset he got.
Wes knew this as well but continued his mocking rants towards Soul laughing throughout the entire time as Soul became more and more angry.
Wes's thoughts: He ha ha...this quit amusing. I wonder how far I'll have to go before I can see this black blood in action. Maybe more teasing, hmm...wait I know the perfect thing.
Wes cleared his throat cutting Soul off before he could hurl another insult at him. "So, Soul while you're yelling at me, did you ever stop to ask your ex-meister why you're not partners anymore?"
Maka, who had snuggled against Wes's side with her head down, looked up sharply at Wes then slowly turned to Soul. What she saw in his eyes made her want to wish she still hated all men so she wouldn't feel so much like a traitor.
Soul looked at Wes surprised. He slowly closed his mouth; as he did some of the fire left his eyes.
Soul's thoughts: As much as I hate to admit it, that bastard has a point. It'd be nice to know to why the hell he's really here and why Maka hasn't said a single word. I really hope this asshole is really just a strong killer and Maka is trying find his weakness or something. Even as Soul thought it he knew that wasn't the case.
"So are you going to stand there like idiot or are you going to ask" Wes asked impatiently.
"Fine I will but don't rush me. It an't cool to rush a guy." was Soul's answer as he tried to get as calm as even remotely possible at this point.
"Uh-huh sure, because you've obviously been the coolest guy in the world for the last five minutes" Wes said back rolling his eyes. More quietly he added, "Now I see why father always called Shark Boy". Soul opened his mouth to say something back but Wes cut him off by his waving hand.
Wes then took his arm off Maka's waist and placed a hand on her back. with a little shove pushed her to Soul.
Maka's thoughts: Oh god, why now. Can't we have just gone to Kid and have him explain all this. I told Wes to go straight there and we'd meet up later. But noo, Wes just needed to make Soul upset. And on top of that...be a complete asshole about it! Ugh! I'm so going to kill him later.
Maka breathed in deeply and let out a big slow, sigh. She looked Soul right in the eye and insistently wished she hadn't. All she could see was hurt, pain, fury and, blood lust. She could even see her own fear in his red eyes.
"Maka please tell me...what is Wes talking about and why is he here" Soul pleaded like a small child.
Make let out a deep beath. "Fine, I'll tell you everything from the beginning but you have to promise to listen to everthing I have to say." With Soul's promise, Maka began.
"It was after the Kishin Asura's defeat. I was the only one left standing. Everyone was so still, I figured you all were dead. I was so scared but my soul perception showed me you were all alive. I was so relieved but I knew we all needed help. So using what streghth I had, I went to go check eveyone, starting with you..."
Maka had barely taken a step before falling to the ground. Her legs were badly scratched and there was a big gash right above her left knee that was bleeding heavily. Ripping a strip of cloth from her tail coat, Maka was able to tie the band around the gash stopping the bleeding. After checking to make sure the make-shift bandage would hold Maka goes to check out the damage that everyone had taken.
Maka goes to see Soul first. His breathing was shallow and ragged. Maka lowers her hands to his chest for any sign of broken ribs but, she hesitates a small blush creeping to her cheeks. Ignoring this new heat on her face, Maka continues to lower her hands to Soul's chest. Her hands lightly touch his chest when Soul's eyes suddenly pop open. In a quick motion, Maka is beneath Soul with a blade close to her throat.
"Uh..uh ah Soul...it's me" Maka said gulping loudly . "It's me, your meister Maka".
Soul blinked, the wild fierceness and fear in his eyes slowly disappearing. He slowly took the blade from Maka's throat, instantaneously transforming back into his arm. He got off of Maka and tried to stand however, he fell to his knees grabbing his side with a pained grunt. Before Soul tried to decapitate his partner, Maka actually did find, if only for a moment, a spot where it felt as if something was off. apparently when Kishin Asura threw Soul to the ground, the landing was hard enough to actually crack three or four of Soul's ribs.
Maka scrambled over to Soul worried. "I'm fine" was all he said through gritted teeth. Taking a deep breath he added, "Go check on the others; they probably need help." Maka still worried for her partner, nodded. She looked at Soul squarely in the eye. "If you even think of mving I'll Maka Chop you death! Got it, Soul!" He answered with a goofy grin plastered his face.
By the time Maka had gotten back to check on Soul, eveyone was up and moving except for Tusbaki who was still unconsious; Black*Star was carrying her on his back. No one seemed to be really badly hurt as Maka had expected. Patty had fracturred her leg so she Liz and Kid were supporting her. They hadn't broke anything but were both badly brusied. Black*Star looked fine but by the way he gritted his teeth everytime he tried to repostion Tsubaki or put pressure on his right leg, Maka could tell that he was in pain. Giving Soul some support, Maka and the others,painfully, made it back to the front doors of the DWMA were they all collapsed.