Soul X Reader: Chapter Two
I watch as Maka leads _ around the house, explaining where things were. She seems worried about something, but it's not cool to worry about other peoples' problems. Maka ends up giving her the couch, since both rooms are already taken. _ agrees, and takes a blanket and a set of pajamas from Maka.
Happy that everything is in its right place, Maka disappears off to her room to do her homework. I swear, that girl is going to kill herself through all of that work.
_ is sitting on the couch, her chin resting on her palm. Her eyes are glazed over, and I know she is thinking about something important. Not wanting to interrupt, I silently make my way to my room.
I turn to see her looking in my direction. "Yes?"
"I'm kind of hungry…is there any food?" she asks, eyes trained on the ground.
"Yeah, what do you want?" I walk into the kitchen, hunting down food.
She follows quietly, and takes a seat at the table. "Anything should be okay."
I end up giving her a sandwich, with a glass of water. I sit across from her, eating the same thing. Her (hair color) bangs cover part of her face, and I have the strangest urge to push them out of her face.
She looks up, and blushes a faint pink. "Why are you staring at me?"
"I-I'm staring?" I shake my head and look back down at my food. I feel my cheeks warm, and I have half a mind to just walk out and hide in my room. "Sorry."
"It's okay," she mumbles.
"So where are you from?" I ask, straining to make conversation.
"I'm from…a place that's really far away."
"Don't want to talk about it?"
"Not really; no."
A semi-awkward silence fills the air, and we continue eating. I finish before she does, and I take my plate up to the sink. "When you're done, you can just put your plate here," I tell her. She nods.
I go into my room, my mind set on finishing all of my homework. But for some strange reason, my mind keeps thinking of her.
As you finish your sandwich, you think about your conversation with Soul. He was just trying to be polite, right?
You take your plate up to the sink and rinse it. Then you change quickly and lie down on the couch. You notice there isn't a pillow. Not wanting to disturb Maka, you simply sleep with your head on your hands. As you sleep, you dream.
You're in a dark hallway, with one door at the end. You walk to the door, and open it. Inside, there's a woman with long blue hair reaching her waist. She turns, and smiles. The door behind you closes, and you involuntarily take a step forward.
You see a chair, and you sit down.
"So, _, are you glad I granted your wish?" the woman asks.
"You're the witch?" you ask disbelievingly.
"Yes, I am," she smiles, and you relax despite the fact you're scared.
"Why did you grant my wish?"
"I granted it so many things can happen. First of all, you would be in Death City. Second, for two peoples' happiness, your own and someone else's. Any other questions?"
"Why do I have to be in Death City?"
"It's a long story, You were supposed to be in Death City in the first place, but something happened…and you were sent to the dimension you came from," the witch says.
"Wait…does that mean I'm not from Earth?" you ask, confused. What does this mean?
"As I said, it's a long story. But there is one requirement for this wish to remain. You are here because you are meant for someone. You need to find them, and have them tell you they love you," she avoids the question.
"Can you tell me who they are?" you demand.
"Nope," she smiles. "I can't tell you; you need to find them yourself."
You sit there, stunned. You don't know what to think. Where are you truly from? Earth…or somewhere else? And who are you meant for? You turn to the witch, who is smiling again.
"Our time is up," she says. "_, be careful. You only have a month to find him. And listen to Lord Death; don't tell a soul about this."
With that, the dream vanishes.
I finally finish my homework, and try to go to sleep. I manage a hour before waking up, with a parched throat. Sighing, I sit up and go to the kitchen for a glass of water. I fish a cup out of the cupboard, and fill it to the brim. I drink a bit, and sigh. I make my way back to the bed, but before I enter my room I see _ sleeping on the couch.
Her (hair color) hair is sprawled everywhere, covering her shoulders and face. She's curled in a ball, with her head resting on her hand. She doesn't have a pillow?
I go into my room and set the glass of water down on the nightstand. I grab one of my two pillows and take it to the couch. I carefully lift her head and place the pillow under it. I fix the blanket too, so that it's covering her whole body.
I stand, and smile down at her. She's so cute…wait, what am I thinking?
I shake my head and go back to my room. I manage to fall asleep again, and don't wake until morning.
You wake with a gasp. What did that mean? The witch…what did she mean, only one month?
You realize you're shaking, and you try to calm down. Your tank top is sticking to your back, and the pillow is damp. Wait…pillow?
You stare at the pillow as if it's from a different dimension…and then smile at the irony. Shaking your head, you stand up and stretch. You fix the couch so that it looks clean, and fold the blanket and pillow.
Glancing at the clock, you realize you're up early. To thank Maka and Soul, you decide to make breakfast. You make toast, eggs, bacon, and hash browns. You set the table and poured juice. Just as you finish, Maka walks in.
"Oh, _! You didn't have to do this," she smiles gratefully and takes a seat at the table.
Soul walks in a few seconds later and sees breakfast. He sits next to Maka, across from you. He fills his plate and starts to eat.
"Man, Maka, did your cooking improve overnight?" Soul asks after a few minutes.
Maka gives him a look. "I didn't make it, _ did."
"That explains why it tastes better," he says, smirking at you.
Your cheeks darken, and Maka hits Soul with a book that appears out of nowhere.
You blink as Soul rubs his head. Maka begins eating again, and so does Soul. You follow suit, and finish just as Maka does.
"_, I laid out some clothes for you on my bed. Go ahead and change; I'll clean up breakfast," Maka says, smiling.
You nod and walk into her room. Closing the door, you turn to see the clothes. A (favorite color) long-sleeved shirt and a black skirt. Simple, yet elegant. Just your style.
After you change, you go back out to the kitchen. Maka is done cleaning up and reading a book on the couch, and Soul is looking out the window. Both look up as you walk in.
"Good, I'm glad the clothes fit you," Maka beams.
Soul doesn't say anything. He looks you up and down, nods, and looks back out the window.
You sit next to Maka and read a book as well. You had selected off of the massive bookshelf in the corner.
"Maka! Soul!" a voice shouts from outside.
Maka and Soul open the door in an instant, and a boy with blue hair followed by a tall girl with black hair push past them.
"Are you guys ready for the park?!" the boy cries, pointing at the ceiling.
"Yeah," Soul mutters.
"Then let's go!" he shouts. The tall girl apologizes for the noise and rude intrusion.
"Is it okay if we bring _? She's new to the area, and we want to introduce her to all of our friends," Maka says, gesturing to you.
The boy turns, and stares at you. His eyes widen, and for a second you worry if something is on your face.
"So, you must be _," he says quietly.
"Yeah, that's me," you say just as quietly.
"Well, the others are waiting for us, better get going!" Maka calls, and you follow her out of the house and into the street.
"I'm the great assassin, Black*Star!" the boy yells. "And this is my weapon, Tsubaki."
You nod and smile, shaking both of their hands. "I'm _. I'm a weapon too."
Maka and Soul, who had been walking ahead, stop. "Wait, you're a weapon?" Maka asks.
"Yeah," you say quietly, looking down at your feet. "I'm a knife."
"Why didn't you defend yourself last night?" Soul asks.
"It's…new to me," you say honestly. "I'm not used to it yet."
You all talk about nothing in general until you reach the park. A boy with black hair with three white stripes on one side and two girls are waiting.
"Ah, Soul, Maka," the boy says, spreading his arms wide. "I'm glad you could make it."
"Don't forget about me, the almighty Black*Star!" Black*Star screams. Tsubaki apologizes again.
"Who are you?" the boy asks. The two girls in matching outfits walk over to where you're standing.
"Yeah, who are you? Are you new?" the tall girl asks.
"Do you like giraffes?" the shorter (and obviously younger) one adds.
"I'm _. Yeah, I'm new. And I think giraffes are adorable," you say, managing to answer all three questions.
"I'm Death the Kid," the boy says. "but you can call me Kid."
"I'm Liz, and that's Patty. We're his weapons," the tall girl says.
You shake their hands, and Kid keeps staring at you. You raise an eyebrow and he reaches over to you. You slap his hand away.
"Ever heard of personal space?" you ask, taking a step back.
"It's your hair. It's asymmetrical," Kid says, following you. He reaches over in a flash and tugs on your (hair color) bangs.
"Hey!" you say, trying to bat his hand away. He won't let go, and you were starting to think he is crazy.
A flash of white, and Kid is pulled away from you. Soul stands in front of you, his back to Kid. He pulls off his headband, and gently puts it on your head. Your bangs are pulled out of your face, and he smiles. All the noise in the background stops, and you stare at Soul, who stares back. He turns to Kid, and smirks.
"It'll have to do…" Kid says slowly. He walks away with Liz and Patty.
"Is he crazy?" you ask, stunned. Again.
"Sometimes. He's just severely OCD," Soul answers, smirking again.
Both of you walk over to the group, and they start talking again. You keep your distance from Kid, and end up talking with Liz and Patty. You have a lot in common with them.
Black*Star stands on top of the table you had been sitting at, and points a finger towards the sky.
"Basketball game!" he cries.