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Unspoken Feelings	By : violet-greenacre Category: +S to Z > Soul Eater Views: 2884 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Minutes ticked by as the wind ripped thorough the deserted streets. I gazed at Maka who was still situated in the corner I had located her in. I felt boredom seep into my self-consciousness. 'Is she paralysed or something? This is so not cool. A guy like me, offers her a place to stay the night and she can't even move. What was I thinking? I'm too cool to hang around with homeless people. I know her name from somewhere before, Albarn Maka Albarn hmm. Why does it ring a bell?'
'So this is why you wanted her to stay over, so you can unlock her secrets?' The little demon interrupted my thoughts.
'No, that's not cool at all.' I answered him with an annoyed edge to my voice.

I looked over to Maka to see if she had made any progress standing up. 'Ugh, why is she still sat there like a lemon? I guess I should offer her a hand, this is so un-cool.' I slowly made my way over to her insuring I didn't scare her. I bent so that my face was a few inches above hers.
"Hey, you still there? This isn't cool Maka, I want to get home." I almost yelled at her. "Maka, pull yourself together."
She looked up at me worry and fear filling her emerald eyes. Determination creped into her features "Right, sorry about that." She stated. With a confident gleam in her eyes she was raising herself swiftly of the floor. I moved back to my normal straight slouching style of standing so that she could compete the manoeuvre without hurting herself or me.
Once she was fully standing I could clearly see her. 'She's wearing thick healed boots with two ties across them with buckles either side of her shoes. A red short skirt with black stripes across it, A cool guy like me had obviously seen shorter especially on Blair' I shivered internally. 'A white shirt with a loosely tied green and white tie at the collar covered with a yellow tank top and topped with a long black coat that she was hastily fastening with her gloved hands. Her light blonde hair is a bit of a mess, with what used to be ponytails drooping on her head. And although her eyes were puffy and red from crying her face was perfectly fine. Her emerald eyes shining even in this darkness.' I shook my head sighing slightly.
"Erm Soul, which way are we going?" Maka asked interrupting me before I could start mentally scolding myself for checking what she was wearing 'I've defiantly lost cool points for that' I thought.
"This way." I pointed down the street in the opposite direction to where I'd arrived from.
"Ok." Maka replied rather tiredly.
We set off in the direction I had pointed at a relatively slow pace not that it mattered I lived two minutes away. 'Besides a cool guy like me likes walking slow. What's the point in rushing.' I grinned.
Maka seemed to be taking in the surroundings with a slightly fearful look. 'She looks like she's expecting someone to jump out and grab her. 'Oh man I don't know what to do in this situation, do I talk to her? This is so un-cool.'
"So Maka, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself? Just the cool stuff though." I asked grinning wildly revealing my pointed teeth.
"What do you want to know?" Maka questioned sounding slightly reluctant.
"I dunno, your age, your likes, your dislikes stuff like that. Though if you don't wanna talk that's cool too." I said with a bored tint to my voice.
"Erm ok, well I'm 17, I like reading the postcards mama sends me, not being around papa and books, I love books. I dislike my papa because he thinks he's awesome and he's really lame. In fact you may have heart of him, his name is Spirit, however you will know him as Death Scythe. How about you?" Maka questioned.
"Me well I'm the cool age of 17 too. I like cool stuff, places and people. I dislike un-cool stuff such as soppy films or books and I especially dislike traitors or back-stabbers, there just so un-cool." I grinned. "Well there we are," I pointed at the block of flats straight in front of us. "Were on the fifth floor." I stated.
"Ok" Maka's voice went very quiet as she inspected the sign that stated. 'This group of flats are owned by the DWMA. Any vandalism will not be tolerated.' "The DWMA huh, I've always wanted to attend there." Maka softly stated.
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