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Chapter 4: School

Soul had his head lying on the long table staring at his meister waiting for school to start. Maka peered over her book frowning at him; he was sitting farther away then normal. He had also been a pain all morning, he was in a bad mood and she didn't know why.

"Soul?" Maka called, putting her book down in front of her. "What's wrong?"

Soul scoffed and turned his head away from her, "Nothings wrong, you're just paranoid." She frowned more, feeling an ache in her heart. She stared down at her open book, not wishing to read anymore. She shut her book, sliding it into her book bag.

"Soul," she went to reach out to grab his hand but students started coming in and she panicked, instantly pulling her hand back to her lap. Soul watched out of the corner of his eye as she pulled away a frown forming on his lips. He continued to watch her sit uncomfortably, fidgeting, most likely trying to decide what to do. Then their friends and teammates joined the class. Soul lifted himself off the table, leaning back on his chair with his hands shoved in his pockets.

Soul noticed that's Maka didn't acknowledge their friends as they sat down, she just stared down at her lap, hand twiddling in he lap. He let out a scoff before turning his head away from her.

"Maka?" Tsubaki called down to her friend. Maka's head shot up to look back at the weapon. "Everything alright? Are you ok?"

"Oh I'm not bad or anything, just fine guess I got caught deep in thought that's all," a fake smile spread on her lip, instantly caught by the corner of Soul's eye.

"Are you sure, you look a little down?" Tsubaki's mothering tone sounded more the a little worried.

"I'll be just fine, there's nothing to worry about," Maka waved her friend off before turning back to her book, letting out a quiet sigh, looking sadly at her book. Her fingers still rung together as she tried to calm herself down. Soul was fine, just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, nothing to worry about. She frowned more at the words in her head, they weren't making her feel any better.

Class went on as if nothing was wrong or different, just like any other day at Shibusen but Maka could shake the feeling that Soul was mad at her. She couldn't even focus correctly at class, luckily there wasn't any pop quizzes that day or she would have got her worst grade to date.

When class was over Soul abruptly stood up, without any word or acknowledgment, and walked out of the classroom. Maka wanted to call out to him but she stopped, his soul was giving off an uneasy vibe to her and the link was closed off. She frowned and moved to put her books away.

"What's his problem?" BlackStar murmured. Maka turned her head to him as he glared at the exit.

"He just probably tired, didn't get a lot of sleep last night or something," Maka said nervously, trying to wave off Soul's odd behavior.

"I hope he feels better tomorrow," Tsubaki said, giving Maka a small smile.

"Me too," Maka said softly.

"There's something totally wrong with him though, he blew off a basketball game with the great me," BlackStar crossed his arms over his broad chest.

"Guess he's just too tired, probably going home to relax," Maka then stood.

"Would you like us to walk with you Maka?" Tsubaki asked.

"No that's ok Tsubaki, I'm going to go to the library, do some studying or find a new book to read."

"We can wait for you?"

"No that's ok, I'll probably be awhile." Maka smiled at her friend.

"Ok Maka," Tsubaki smiled back. Maka then turned and walked out of the classroom, heading straight to the library. She let out a sigh feeling everything wash over her. It was weird to be alone; Soul was always by her side, even more so since they started dating.

When she made it to the library she immediately sat in her favorite chair, a beanbag chair, in the back of the library, where her and Soul would sit when she demanded to come to the palace of books. She looked at the beanbag chair next to hers, where Soul would always lean back and watch her intensely study, never really participating in the act. She frowned. She didn't know why he was in a bad mood, the day before he had been fine, granted a little quiet but his normal, laidback self. Today he was uptight and visibly irritated. It hurt her to see him this way, it kind of felt like she was about to breakdown.

She figured it was her fault but she didn't want to think about it, it hurt too much.

Maka stayed in the library, staring aimlessly at the book in front of her, not actually reading any of the words on the page. Then she realized she never felt Soul leave the academy. She stood abruptly, gathering her things as quickly as possible before she darted out of the library to find her "missing" weapon.

Quickly walking (being careful not to run incase she got caught) down the halls she used her soul perception to feel out where Soul was. Taking turns down the hallways she finally came across the infamous room where they first met each other. Where she first heard Soul play the piano and where they first became partners. But this time, there was no dark, ire music coming from inside of the room. It was completely quiet. She pressed her ear up to the door to 1) see if music was being played in the room but extremely quietly and 2) to see if Soul was actually behind the door.

There was no music coming from the room, it was completely void of music. But she did hear Soul's scoffing and his feet pace around the room followed by a slam of what she assumed to the piano's wooden key cover or a chair or the piano bench. She waited a few moments, trying to gather all of her strength to face the man she cared about most of all. She then knocked on the door, every little sound from behind the door ceased, before she opened the door slightly to look in the room.

"Soul?" she called. She saw him in the room, body tense, a scowl on his face. But as quickly as she saw him he turned his back to her.

"What do you want Maka?" he barked. She frowned.

"I want to talk."

"About?"

"What wrong?" she boldly asked.

"Nothing, you're just paranoid," his same answer to her when she asked earlier.

"If I'm paranoid then so are Tsubaki and BlackStar. They noticed your bad mood too," she paused but noticed he didn't seem to care. "Maybe I am paranoid but it means I care right? So tell me what's wrong, I know it's not nothing."

"Doesn't matter," he mumbled. Maka stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. She noticed that he seemed to react at her coming in the room, like he wasn't expecting it.

"It matters to me."

He then turned towards her, staring at her with cold, distant eyes before turn away and running his hand against the cold black wood of the top of the piano. "Go away Maka, just go home." His voice sounded so cold, so mean it practically made her heart break. She stood there for sometime, not moving, not saying a word. "Didn't you hear me go home," he called over his shoulder, his voice rose that time, almost to the point of yelling.

With tears threatening to release from her eyes she bit her lip, clenching her hands into fist, straightening her back and standing her ground. "No, I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong."

"Well I'm not telling you anything because there's noting wrong so I guess you'll be here awhile."

"Fine by me," she murmured. His eyes snapped to hers, odiously trying to figure out what was going on in her head, but she didn't budge. When he turned away from her she frowned, relaxing a little bit.

Biting her lips nervously she tried to think of something to say, something to get him to tell her what's wrong. She let out a pained, staggered breath as a single tear ran down her cheek. She quickly rubbed it away before he would notice.

Soul paid no attention to his meister. He ignored her, ignored her presence, her breathing, her heartbeat, everything. But the only thing he could shake was the feeling of her soul behind him. He did get why he could always feel her soul but right now it annoyed the fuck out of him.

"I'm sorry," Maka's soft voice broke the heavy silence. Soul snapped his head around to look at her. Maka's head lay limp, looking down at the ground, hands bawled together into fists against the front of her skirt, her shoulder slightly trembling.

"What," Soul blinked at his meister.

"I'm sorry," she then moved to looked up at him, "I'm sorry if I did anything to upset you. I didn't mean to if I did." She snapped her head back down to look at the floor. "Sorry," she murmured one last time.

Her eyes were wide and glossed over, like she was on the brink of tears. Pink slightly trimmed her eyes and cheeks.

"Why do you think you did something wrong?"

"Because you won't talk to me, you won't tell me what bothering you," her voice cracked, tears moments from breaking through the damn.

"Nothing bothering me," he snapped loudly.

"Liar," she screamed, letting the tears run down her cheeks freely. "I'm not stupid Soul, I know something wrong so stop lying and tell me." Soul did say anything, he just gritted his teeth harshly, making his jaw ache. One hand in a tight fist resting inches from his leg while the other gripped onto the piano, his knuckles whiting. "What did I do Soul!"

"You want to know what you fucking did," Soul finally snapped, letting all his rage pour out into his words. "I can't stand how you act. You're fucking Bipolar! One moment we're a happy couple and the next you're pushing me away, blocking me out. Or the fact that your so fucking scared that something bad will happen if we touch in public its ridiculous. Like earlier, you wanted to reach out to me but you fucking didn't because someone might see. Well fuck it all Maka, they're not going to do anything to you, I won't let them." As Soul took a breath the severity of his words hit him as he saw the girl in front of him stop shaking, her body stiff but he saw the tears falling down her cheeks, hitting the floor silently.

"I'm not afraid of them," she said so softly that Soul almost didn't catch her words. "Look Soul, I'm sorry," Maka's voice didn't waver the slightest, staying steady. "I'm sorry I'm doing this to you but-" her voice then cracked again.

Soul walked forward grabbing onto Maka's shoulders to make her look at him. "What are you afraid of," he asked, voice much softer and calmer then earlier, "tell me what you're afraid of."

Maka's lips quivered in her bite, tears not running down her cheeks as fast. She swallowed harshly as she looked up into his eyes. "I'm afraid of you. I'm afraid of opening up to you, to letting you in because," her voice cracked with a hiccup, tears welding up in her eyes making it hard to see. "I'm afraid of loosing you. That you'll leave," the tears started coming down more rapidly then ever as the sobs shook through her body "That you'll leave like Papa and Mama." Her body gave out and Soul quickly hugged her to his body, holding her tightly. The tears socked through his shirt as the sobs and cries echoed through the room.

Of all the things Soul expected her to say, that wasn't even in his mind.

"I'm sorry," her voice cried.

"No, Maka," he sat down, curling her into his lap. "I'm sorry." He started rocking her slightly, stroking her back. "I'm sorry I got mad." He hugged her tightly before he felt the sting of tears in his own eyes but didn't dare let them fall. He held her close until he finally pulled away slightly but only to close the distance between them.

He kissed her as passionately and lovingly as possible, molding her face to his, just like their first kiss. And when he pulled away to let them breath his lips were quickly against hers again, stroking her cheek with his thumb. He finally let her go, her big green eyes staring up at his, shinning in the dim light of the room.

"I'll try and not pull away so much and be more forward in public," she said softly.

"Don't push yourself," he grinned at her, "just stop pushing me out."

"Ok," she smiled at him before she started to giggle.

"What's so funny?" he stared at her oddly.

"Nothing," she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Nothing's funny at all," and with that she kissed him, slightly shocking Soul. She pulled away, a blush creeping on her cheeks. "I promise not to push you away or block you out anymore."

"Good," and he kissed her one last time.

Soul and Maka's close friends stood in front of the symmetrical building of Shibusen, hard at thought over the pair.

"Something's up with them," Liz said staring off.

"What do you mean sis?" Patty's childish voice asked.

"I agree with you Liz, they've been acting funny lately, something's defiantly up," the young Shinigami said.

"But what could it be?" Liz asked her meister.

"I don't know but we have to figure it out!"

Tsubaki watched her friends plotting against the scythe meister and death scythe. As the trio ran off Tsubaki let out a sigh.

"What's up with them," BlackStar asked, arms behind his head. Tsubaki looked down at her beloved meister whom she had grew to love greatly. "They're just dating nothing big," the nonchalant attitude of her meister scared her.

"What!"

"Yea noticed it a while ago, I mean Soul hasn't told me or anything but I can tell, they sit closer together and spend more time together then ever before. Has Maka told you anything?" BlackStar turned to his weapon.

"No but I think your right, I wonder why they didn't tell us though."

"Eh no biggy, its probably because Maka's freaked out. I mean the stuff with her old man and lady probably messed her up, I bet she just needs some time to get use to things. I'm glad it's Soul though, he'd understand. If it was anyone else I'd have to beat them up," BlackStar said, starting to walk down the stairs. "Eh? You coming Baki?"

"Hai," Tsubaki said following him with a smile on her face. She loved how protective BlackStar got over their friend, treating Maka like his own little sister. It was adorable to say the least and it always brought warmth to the dark arms weapon's heart. Even if Maka was the older of the two.

Ahh good old BlackStar. I've always felt that BlackStar and Maka have a brother sister relationship, they've known each other long enough. And then there was that episode where Star got all pissed when she gets hurt, so cute! I just thought it would be hilarious is he figured everything out first, proves he's observe, even if he's an attention hog and a baka. I oddly love the baffon :3

I do want to apologize for how long this chapter took to get out. I wanted this to be out like 2 weeks ago but I never finished it (until now). I also want to apologize that it's not very long and its defiantly not my favorite chapter. I hope to get the next chapter out in about 2 weeks, it'll be better I promise!

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