I walk into the kitchen to find Maka cooking. She looks bothered by something. I walk up to her and wrap my arms her waist.
"Hey," I say.
"Hey," she responds nonchalantly.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"What do you mean what's wrong? Nothing's wrong," she replies.
"C'mon, Maka," I say. "I know you and I can tell something's bothering you."
"It's nothing really," she says with a smile that's obviously fake and forced.
"Whatever, Maka. You're being totally uncool." I turn to leave, but I stop and add, "Just remember, when you're ready to talk about it, I'll listen." I proceed to walk out of the kitchen.
Just before I reached the door, Maka says, "My mom hasn't sent me a postcard in a while."
I stop and turn around.
Maka continues, "She never forgets to send me a postcard. I'm getting worried."
I smile and embrace her. "I don't think you need to worry," I assure her. "I'm sure it'll come soon."
"I'm hope you're right," says Maka.
A few days later at the Academy
Maka and I sit next to each other in Professor Stein's class. Maka still looks depressed. This is so uncool. I wish she would calm down. I put my arm around her and ask, "You're still not worried about that postcard, are you?"
"It still hasn't shown up," she says as she looks at me with her sorrowful, tear-filled eyes. "I don't know what I'm gonna do, Soul." The tears began flowing out of her gorgeous eyes.
I wiped her tears away and said, "Just relax. Everything'll be fine." I placed at light kiss on Maka's lips just as Black*Star was walking up to us.
"Whoa you two! Get a room!" he exclaims.
"Go away!" I yell at the annoying assassin.
"What's that?" asks Black*Star. "You want me to sit next to you? Great idea!" He takes a seat next to me opposite of the side Maka was on. "Hey, I wanna hug, too!" At that, he wraps his arms around my waist and shoves his face into my chest. "I love yah, man!"
"Dude, get off of me!" I scream.
Black*Star lifts his face only to kiss my cheek then brings it back to its original position.
"What's wrong with you?" I exclaim as I attempt to push him off of me.
"What? You don't love me back? That hurts, Soul! That really hurts!" cries Black*Star as he began to jokingly sob.
"Black*Star, stop being an idiot," says Maka.
"Are you scared I'm gonna steal your boyfriend?" Black*Star teases.
Maka takes a deep breath, pulls out a book, and hits Black*Star on the head while yelling, "Maka Chop!"
"This is the first time I've ever been grateful for your 'Maka Chop'." I tell Maka.
For the first time in a month, she smiles a real smile.
Professor Stein wheels into the classroom on his computer chair and fell; as usual. He gets up and says, "Alright, before we begin, Maka, Lord Death would like to see you."
"And Soul?" she asks.
"No; just you," he replies.
I look at her questioningly.
"It's probably nothing," she says. "I'll be right back." With that, she walks out of the classroom.
I sit in my apartment waiting for Maka. She never came back to class. I'm beginning to worry. Why would Lord Death need Maka for so long?
Hours have past and Maka still hasn't shown up. I had to make dinner and eat alone. I didn't even have Blair to talk to since she was gone on some "business trip"*.
Eventually, I fall asleep on the couch. I wake up the next morning just as Maka was walking in.
"Are you just getting home?" I ask, shocked.
"Shut up!" she yells.
"What's wrong? What did Lord Death wanna see you for?" I ask.
She walked up to me and pulled me up by the front of my shirt. "You were wrong!" she yells; her breath reeking of alcohol.
"Maka, are you drunk?" I ask even more shocked than I was before.
"My mom's dead!" she shouts. "That's what Lord Death wanted to see me for! She's dead! That's why I haven't gotten any postcards from her! You suck, Soul! Everything's not fine! Not at all! And it's all your fault!" she screams, shoving me onto the couch.
I gape at her, completely caught off guard and say, "M-maka. I'm so sorry…"
"Sorry won't cut it!" she cries. "You made me miserable and you're going to pay for it!" Then, she does the last thing I thought she would do; she slaps me.
"Maka, please, calm down. I know it hurts, but it's not my fault," I say, attempting to reason with her.
"Yes it is your fault! I haven't gotten a postcard since before we started dating! I should've known trusting you was a mistake!" she exclaims.
"Maka, that's just a coincidence! It's not like I was the one that killed her!" I yell.
"I'm don't know that! Maybe you did! Maybe you're lying right now!" she snaps.
"Maka, I'm not lying." I reply, trying with difficulty to keep my voice down. This is really uncool. Maka can't seriously think it's my fault! It has to be the alcohol. Yeah, it's the alcohol.
"Shut up! Just shut up! You men are all worthless garbage!" she shouts. Then, she punches me in the stomach.
I feel as if all air escapes my body. Still, she has no mercy. She tears me from the couch, and I fall to the ground with a loud thud.
"Maka, what are you doing!" I manage to say.
"I'm going to make you pay!" she responds.
Everything from there is a blur.