An Escape. (A Soul Eater fanfic)

Declined.

Chapter Two: Declined

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"My name is Death the Kidd. I'll be your friend."

"No thank you."

The overall insincerity in her voice was what shocked Kidd the most.

"I think I'm better off alone for the time being," she finished.

"That's bullshit and you know it." Kidd crossed his arms.

"So what if it is? It's none of your business."

"Yes it is. The guy who wants you back asked me if I knew you. I lied, therefore I am involved."

"Cut the crap and tell me why you want to help."

"Does there need to be a reason? I want to help you, that's it."

"Well that's peculiar," she snorted. "You seem like a very glum and angry person. Why you'd want to help anyone is beyond me."

"Shut up," he growled. "You don't know me."

"My point exactly. You're so quick to respond with anger."

"Stop trying to change the subject. Sit down, I'm making food." He pointed to the couch and walked to the kitchen.

She frowned and sat on the arm of the couch, folding her arms.

After a few minutes, Kidd came back into the room with two cups of ramen. A faint smile crossed the girl's features, but she quickly banished it and accepted the steaming noodles.

"Um...what's your name?" he asked, taking a seat on the cushioned piece of furniture.

"Maka."

"Maka? Alright then, Maka. Let me make an offer to you."

Maka remained silent and ate a forkful of the ramen.

"I'm willing to let you stay here. I could get you into the school, and I'm sure my friends would accept you with open arms."

Maka set down the noodles and turned to face Kidd.

"What makes you think that I'd want to move in with a complete stranger?" she asked.

Kidd set down his ramen as well and tilted his head slightly. "Where else do you have to go? If you had other relatives or friends surely you'd have arranged for them to take you in. You look like a smart girl, Maka. But I can assure you I am not stupid."

She pinked a bit, and turned away. "I'm going to live on my own."

"How are you going to do that? No offense, but you certainly don't look eighteen. I doubt your parents would emancipate you[1]."

"I know that!" she snapped, facing him. "I'll figure something out."

"Why? It'd be much easier to just stay here."

"What about you? 'No offense, but you certainly don't look eighteen' either."

"This house is my father's, as a matter of fact. He stays at his work though, so I'm here alone."

"Fair enough," Maka muttered.

"So what do you say? Come on, you deserve a chance at a good life."

"Why do you say that?" She gave him the blank expression that he hated fiercely.

He briefly remembered a course in middle school on home abuse, and how victims were often told they deserved what was happening to them.

"Because it's true. You didn't deserve what happened to you."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because it's true."

She gave him the strangest look he had ever seen. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her eyes narrowed, yet she was smiling-like she was both suspicious and happy.

"Alright."

"Alright?"

"I'll stay here, if that's really okay."

His eyes widened slightly, surprised that she had complied, and then he grinned and jumped up. "Alright then! First things first, you need some clothes."

Death the Kidd grabbed her wrist and proceeded to drag her out shopping.

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Sorry for it being so short.

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