I'm sorry that I haven't updated in a million years! Forgive me!
But now that it's winter break, I'm hoping to post a few more chapters.
Anyway, here's the next story!
Tonight is going to be so peaceful. And quiet.
And relaxing. All because I will have to apartment to myself tonight.
I plan to take a long soothing bath, finish my current book, and maybe get some studying done.
And I plan to do all of these things with no interruption from a sarcastic weapon, a busty cat, or an annoying blue haired monkey. Tonight will be the first in a very long time that Blair will be working and Black Star and Soul are going out.
And I'm not even a little mad that they didn't invite me. I'm also not bothered by the fact that Tsubaki, Liz, and Patty all made plans without me. Nope. I'm totally indifferent to all of that.
All I care about right now is getting Soul out of the apartment so I can finally relax.
I can't even remember the last time I felt truly relaxed. This is going to be so-
"HEY, TINY TITS! Where's Soul at?" A certain blue haired idiot barged in the front door, almost popping it off of its hinges.
"Makaaa CHOP!" I sighed satisfactorily when I heard the thud of 120 pounds of pure stupidity hitting the floor.
"He's in his room, by the way." Black Star's only reply to that was a pathetic little whimper.
I scooped my novel off the floor and walked to my room hoping that by the time I came out, Thing One and Thing Two would be gone.
No such luck. Soul came into my room a little while later.
"Hey, Maka. I'm gonna be leaving in a minute. You're sure you don't want to come with us? It's gonna be awesome! You're really going to be missing out Maka."
"No, Soul. I don't want to babysit you and Black Star when I could be having a calming lavender bubble bath and finishing my book." I really don't understand why he always tries to get me to go out with him and Black Star. Every time, I say no, and every time, he asks me to go.
"Remember to lock the door on your way out, Blair's not coming home until early tomorrow. I will be in bed by one or two, so I would advise you to get home before then." I said all of this as quickly and concisely as possible, and without looking up from my book.
"Anything else, Mother?" This prompted me to glance up at my weapon partner.
"Yes. You better be careful. And if you need anything, call me." Soul was trying not to laugh at me, I could tell.
"Soul. I'm serious."
"Okay Maka, if anything happens, we'll call you first."
"We? I never said I would help out Black Star. I told you to call me. I can't make any promises that I'll rescue the both of you." I said that last part with a joking smile on my face.
"Whatever you say, Mom. And don't stay in the bath for too long, you'll get all pruney."
After Soul and Black Star left, I ran the bath to get the water hot enough, got my book, made sure the door was locked, and enjoyed my soothing lavender bubble bath.
I was just soaking in the tub and reading for what felt like forever. I eventually finished the novel I was reading, which was totally predictable, I figured it all out like half way through. When I finished my book, I wasn't quite ready to get out yet so I just set my head back and relaxed.
I woke up with a stiff neck, which was strange but-
Oh shit, I'm still in the bath tub. I fell asleep in the bath tub!
I got up to find most of my body wrinkled from the amount of time I spent in the water and I wrapped myself in a towel.
What time is it?
I walked out of the bathroom and I was almost to my bedroom when I heard a loud thud come from the living room.
What the heck was that? Soul couldn't be back yet, could he? Crap, I still don't know what time it is.
I was about to go in my room, check the time, switch my towel out for some clothes, and grab a weapon when I heard another noise, louder this time.
I settle on tightening my towel and grabbing a knife off the counter on my way to the door.
Another bang. It sounded like someone dropped a sack of potatoes in front of the apartment door.
Then came a light tapping noise. It was so quiet that I had to stop creeping toward the door and hold my breath to hear it.
I tightened my grip on the knife and continued to tip-toe closer to the source of the mysterious noises.
I took a deep breath, grabbed the door knob, and flung it open, ready to stab the shit out of whatever I was going to find.
I guess it was a good thing I didn't just start slashing and stabbing, because when I opened the door, I found Soul lying in a heap on the floor.
"Soul? What the hell are you doing? I almost killed you!"
"Hmm? Mmffpt." He was in the fetal position with his eyes covered by his hands, but when he responded to me he uncovered his eyes and looked up at me.
"Makaaa! What are youuu doin' here? And why are ya' nakie?"
Of course. I was scared to death that someone was trying to break in and rape me, but it's just Soul crawling home, shit-faced. But what was he talking about? I'm not-
It was then that I realized that Soul was on the ground, I was standing, and he was looking up my towel. That I was naked underneath. I began to blush profusely.
"You pervert!" I further asserted my anger with a good kick to the abdomen. A light kick though, since I didn't want him barfing on my feet.
"Come on Soul, get inside." I stood there and waited for him to crawl inside and then I closed the door behind him.
I walked over to the kitchen and got Soul a glass of water.
"I'm going to get dressed, you stay here and drink this water. Okay?" I handed him the glass and asked if he wanted me to help him onto the couch. No answer.
Why am I surprised that Soul is still being an ass when I'm helping him out of the goodness of my own heart? What else could I have expected?
I went into my room and put on the comfortable pajamas that I had laid out on my bed, and continued thinking about my weapon partner's asinine-ness.
It seemed to me like this partnership was a bit one-sided.
I did everything around the house, I pulled the weight at school, I end up taking care of him hen he comes home drunk off his ass.
What does he do for me? Make messes for me to clean? Piss me off immensely?
Then I had a brilliant idea. I should just go to sleep and leave Soul to fend for himself.
Yeah, that'll teach him!
Come home drunk and you're shit out of luck, because I'm sick of playing wifey for you.
Wait, maybe that's not such a good idea. Knowing Soul, he'll tear up the whole house if I leave him alone for too long.
Damn. Guess I'll be done playing wifey after tomorrow.
What did you think?
Again, I'm beyond sorry for how long this took!