Don't Tell a Soul +Lie+"Here are your bags Maka-kun," the short older man warmly informed as he placed Maka's bags at the foot of her bed. "Is there anything you need from me today, Miss?" he looked over at the young girl as she continued to look out the window in silence.
" No, that'll be all;thank you."
Mr. Napa hesitated a moment, "Is everything alright? Are you sure I can't get you anything?" he sympathetically asked, talking a small step towards the silent girl.
"No, I'm fine," she turned to face him, "thank you for worrying about me," she forced a smile.
"No need to thank me Miss." He gently smiled back.
"Napa, did you show Maka her room?" Wes' voice came from down the hall.
"O-Oh! Y-Yes Wesu-sama," Mr. Napa quickly ran over towards the door and looked down the hall. "I made sure she was comfortable and asked her if there was anything she needed." He continued to speak as Wes finally appeared from down the hall and stepped past the man to stand steps away from Maka.
Maka couldn't find it in her to
Don't Tell a Soul +Broken+The calming flow of sound extended out and covered the entire room. It soon soaked into the neighboring rooms with delicate care. The young girl moved her fingers in a continuous rhythm as her other hand never creased to slide the bow across the strings. Maka had gotten better in the week since she's been living under Wes' roof, but it was still moments like this that made her ponder things she wished she didn't.
*A whole week it has been a whole week since I've seen Soul * even her voice inside her head sounded lonely but she never stopped playing. Her hands slowed down, as if trying to make time itself slow with her music. *If it wasn't for Kiddo, I think I'd be mad with the want to see him by now but even his small visits can't fill the ever closing void * her eyes close gently as she remembered all the times the raven haired boy stopped by with her class work and a smile.
*Even though he has a smile, it always makes me feel sad somehow *
Don't Tell a Soul +Thoughts+"It's this house coming up, the two story one," Maka directed Mr. Napa as he slowly drove up to the house.
"SO, this is your friend's house?" Wes asked, looking at the house with interest. "What's your friend's name?"
"Death the Kidd. I'm sure you know him, he's Shinigami- -"
"Shinigami-sama's son. Yes, I'm familiar with the boy," Wes cut Maka off. "I would never have guessed Kidd-kun lived here. I will have to visit him one of these days " Wes stated without taking his eyes off the large house.
"Yeah well, I'll see you on Monday, Wes-shihan," Maka began as she reached for the handle, getting ready to leave the limo.
"Maka-chan," Wes' voice was off, causing the young girl to quickly look back at the man.
"What is it?"
Wes hesitated, "Don't trust your friends "
Maka's eyebrows came together in confusion. "What? Why do you say that? I can always trust my friends." Maka almost felt like Wes had insulted her friends.
"No, I don't mean like in battle. I just don't