18I want to apologize for how long it took for me to update. I got grounded... for like 3 months! (Don't ask me what I did)
So anyway here's chapter two. I hope you enjoy! :3
"SOUL EVANS EXPLAIN TO ME NOW WHY YOU HAVENT FIXED YOUR DOOR!" Kid boomed.
"Oh crap dude, it's that guy." Black star whispered as he stifled a laugh. Then the doors flew open, as Kid began to have a symmetry attack.
(A/N) is that what you call it, a symmetry attack?
"It-it's ok Kid, you can fix it, right? It can be symmetrical again!" Liz exclaimed nervously. Kid nodded and began to work on the "garbage."
"Sorry about the intrusion," Liz sighed. "Kid wanted to see if you had taken up his offer."
"I haven't." Soul grumbled.
Liz frowned. "Soul... We need her. She's extremely valuable."
Soul scoffed. "Like I care... and I thought you were against slavery."
"I am, and when we're done with her, we'll buy Maka her freedom. You care about her right? She can be free, Soul. Are you going to take that away from her?"
Liz couldn't help but notice that Soul refused to make eye contact with her. "Does he actually care about Maka?" she thought curiously.
"Soul?"
Maka had crept out of the shadows. "What does she mean?"
Kid's ears perked to the sound of Maka's voice.
"What's going on?"
"Maka," Liz began. "We can buy you your freedom, if you come with us. We just need you to deal with a couple other things first..."
"What kind of things?" Maka asked cautiously.
Liz was about to answer when Black star interrupted. "Maka, this is Soul's choice, not yours. Remember that. Plus, I wouldn't trust these guys. Kid always has something weird up his sleeve, or something he refuses to tell us."
Kid fumed. "I don't tell you simply because it's too complex for your simple brain to understand!"
Soon Kid, Maka, Liz, and Black star began to argue.
"This is important! Kid needs her!"
"Well it isn't your choice, she's Soul's slave, not yours!"
"Liz and I are against slavery, and for him to hold a person with such potential to do simple housework is ridiculous!"
"Stop talking about me like I'm not here! What if I don't want to help you!"
Although during all the noise, Soul stayed absolutely silent. He cared about her. Somehow she had made him think about her. So, what could he do? Well, he wanted to keep Maka, to be around her. Yet at the same time he of course wanted her to be happy, to have freedom.
"Look if Soul's answer is no, then it's no." Blackstar stated coldly. "That's that. now you better get out. It's obvious your true plan is to try to outshine a big star like me with this Maka girl, but it's useless. I AM BLACKSTAR, THERE'S NO WAY A SMALL GUY LIKE YOU WILL EVER COMPARE TO ME! IM GOING TO SURPASS GOD! BAHAHAHA!"
Maka threw one of her books toward Blackstar, the pages filled with killing intent. Blackstar toppled over toward the floor. She couldn't help but think she should make a name for that specific action...
(A/N) Aha get it ^^^ XD
"Blackstar's right." Maka agreed.
"WHAT?" Soul, Liz, and Kid asked in unison.
"Not about the surpassing god crap, I mean about how you two should leave. I don't appreciate the way your treating my master."
That statement had shocked everyone, including Maka herself. Even Soul couldn't stop the slight blush creeping up his cheeks, for he found himself secretly enjoying the fact she had called him her master.
"C'mon Kid. We can deal with this later." Liz said.
Kid sighed. "You're making a mistake, Maka and Soul. You should also know that slave-master... relationships never seem to work out."
Soul and Maka's faces began to burn.
"It's not like that!" Maka protested.
"Hm... I see. Well goodbye, Soul and Maka." Kid called quite smugly.
"Jerk..." Maka mumbled irritably.
Somewhat later after Kid and Liz left Blackstar also parted, saying something about going to go find a certain someone. All that was left was Soul and his few slaves.
"Maka..." Soul called.
Maka entered Soul's bedroom, a decorative but not too glamorous abode.
"Yeah?" She couldn't keep the hesitation out of her voice. Maka wanted to know what was going on but at the same time she could tell it was eating at Soul, like it was slowly beginning to make him doubt himself.
"I'm letting you go."
"No you're not."
Soul raised an eyebrow. "What do you want something else too? You know you should be grateful for your freedom, don't go asking for more."
"I mean you're not giving me anything. I'm staying your slave."
"Now why in the world would you want to do that"
"Because..."
"Because...?"
"Because I trust you.'
"With what?"
"With making important decisions... about me."
Maka could see the tension in Soul's shoulders wash away.
"You do?"
"Yep. So don't even think about giving me my freedom just yet, Soul."
Soul chuckled. "Since when do I take orders from my slave?"
Maka gave him a giggle in response. "I guess I'm just that cool."
"Although I hope you realize that as my slave I can do whatever I want to you."
Maka couldn't stop the hard blush that now stained her cheeks. Curse me and my dirty mind, of course he didn't mean it like that!
Soul laughed at her reaction as her walked toward the green-eyed woman and brushed her ash blonde bangs from her for head. He then placed a gentle yet passion filled kiss in their place.
"Now go make dinner, you pervert."
In a daze, Maka absently nodded and slowly walked out of the room.
Soul had tried to get all of the satisfaction from one kiss he could, but he had to admit it wasn't a lot, especially with all of the time he had spent holding back. Only later did his actions catch up with him: that he had kissed, name called, and ordered his slave in less than a minute. Smooth, Soul. Smooth.