An Extra Lesson Or Two Ch. 5

Stein finally came to his senses and asked,

"What's wrong?" I looked back at him, almost in disgust.

"That was soul! He saw what was just happening…" He straightened himself up, and lit up a cigarette.

"So what? He'll get over it." I pushed him lightly to try to wake him up.

"So what?! He's my weapon, and he just saw us- oh god…"

"Hmph… I really didn't think I was getting into petty high school drama."

"What were you expecting, then?"

"You told me yesterday that you were very mature, so I believed it. I wasn't expecting to be caught up in a stupid high school love triangle." By this time, I had been insulted enough. I angrily walked away from him.

I ran down the hall franticly looking for Soul, just about ready to cry. I can't lose him. He is my closest friend, and not to mention my weapon. I called out his name so many times it didn't sound like a real word anymore. During this time I found out just how big the MDMA really is. But just as my mind strayed, a head of white hair caught my eye. I ran over to him, and pulled on his shoulder,

"Soul please let me explain…"

"No. It can only go one of two ways: you're doing it for your grades, or you're just playing us both. Either way, I don't want to talk to you right now."

"Soul, it's not like that… I just... I just don't know! It's all so confusing. But I wouldn't deliberately hurt you…" Soul's expression hardened then softened. He wasn't really one to be outward with his emotions. He shoved his hands into his pockets as he always does when he tries to act like nothing was wrong. But being his meister, I can read him better than anyone else.

"Soul…" I beckoned to him. He turned away, and walked out of the school, but before the door closed he replied coldly,

"I'll be at home…" My heart ached to chase after him, but I didn't.

Getting home was painful. I walked into a silent house; not even a mew from our house cat could be heard. I walked towards my bedroom, and stopped in front of Souls. I peeked in, and saw that he wasn't there. I felt an ache in the pit of my stomach; I hope he doesn't hate me.

We went the next few days without speaking to each other, thankfully there were no missions assigned to us. I couldn't focus at all during our classes, especially during Steins. During our time at home, we hardly communicated at all. The house didn't feel like home anymore. I knew what I had to do.

The weekend had rapidly approached, and it was already Friday night. I sat on our couch with a steaming cup of hot chocolate and a book. About an hour into reading, I heard someone stumble through the threshold of our apartment. I heard mumbles, and went to investigate. My drunken weapon sat on the floor, obnoxiously laughing to himself; the door still ajar.

"Soul?" I cautiously asked, and he lifted his head to see me.

"Heaay tharr, Mhaaakaaa!" he slurred out, and using only his arms, tried to maneuver himself towards the kitchen.

"Arr' ya' hungrrry? Ie'm hungry. Ie'll make yoou a serndwirch. Letturce… Tomater… And extra ssssslut on the siede!" he stood up. I was quickly offended, and trudged into the kitchen to let him finish what he was going to say before doing anything in my defense.

"So how was he? Was it great and heartfelt?" his slurs slowly went away, as he became more serious, "You seemed pretty comfortable, ya know... Spread out under him, and everything." I crossed my arms, and spouted out,

"Are you done yet?" he cleared his throat, and wiped his mouth off,

"Yeah…" he was quickly sobering.

"Good." I raised my arm, and struck him across the face. He stumbled backwards and grabbed at his cheek. He stared at me in surprise. My eyes burned, and I could feel my cheeks heating rapidly. A tear escaped from my eye. The silence was deafening, yet, no one said a word. The conversation between our looks was enough.

"I'm moving out." I whispered, and then walked away from snowy haired boy, that had been leaning on the counter.

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I knocked on a dark door with each of my bags falling from my hands. I looked up towards the crescent moon that lit the city beautifully. Through its toothy grin, blood seeped out of this ominous figures mouth. It laughed in a monotone voice.

My mind drifted back to Soul's comments. He was right, I am acting outlandish. This isn't just a small schoolgirl fantasy anymore. I've gone too far, this can be considered illegal, and more importantly I hurt Soul.

The door creaked open, and a face greeted me warmly.

"Welcome home, Maka." his arms outstretched towards me for a hug. I walked into the embrace,

"It's good to be back, Papa."