Cages and chaines

The incredible tension could make a snake cry, green eyes glaring at hateful crimson eyes. The apartment they shared for over a 2 years reeked of cheap perfume.

"Really Soul, another girl?" The young mister said arms crossed, as the weapon just sat on the couch with an smirk on his face.

"What can I say, chicks go for the face, being a death scythe just triples the them." He said with a lick of his lips.

The mister looked away in disgust, "That's your 12th girl this month! You can't keep doing this!" She yelled recalling every girl that's been in and out of there apartment.

"Hey, it's not like they wanted a serious relationship." He said not bothering to raise his voice, and taking his eyes of the disgusted mister ,already recognizing where this conversation was going to lead to another scolding.

"That's sill no excuse Soul!" She said feeling as if she was put in her mother's shoes. The anger in her boiling by second. As he felt simple.

"WHAT? It's not like any of these sluts at-" "SOUL!!!" "WHAT!"

"THOSE ARE GIRLS YOUR TALKING ABOUT!!!! THEY STILL HAVE A HEART!!" She blocked the tv that her weapon had turned on to tune her out. "Soul we have to talk about this!"

He glared at her " How about you mind your own dame business" he said getting up off the couch, and heading to his room. A sigh of frustration was released from the girl as well as a couple words "Your just acting just like pap-"

Before she can finished he had snapped

"DON'T.COMPARE .ME .TO. YOUR.FATHER." he spat like venom

"Well it's true soul your acting like a complete ASS-HOLE" she spat with the same venom.

" I am nothing like him, and I can't believe you would say that! Just because of a few hormonal SLUTS!!" "THERE GIRLS!!! THERE GIRLS YOU LEAD ON AND YOU BRECK!!!!" Silence was had stolen the moment as the white haired boy smirked and laughed.

"Oh I get it-" ""What-?" " Your jealous aren't you tiny tits" "N-No" "Well news flash Maka no body like a know it all, especially a small boob, no fun, BITCH LIKE YOU!!! THAT'S WHY YOU AND ME WOULD NEVER HAPPEN!!! I RATHER HAVE ANOTHER WHORE OF A MISTER THEN HAVE YOU!! HA!! YOU COULDN'T EVEN TWIRL ME WHEN WE FIRST BECAME PARTNERS, I BET ANY FIRST STAR WOULD" "S-Soul" "I could get another mister like that, I have COUNTLESS REQUESTS FROM OVER HALF OF THE SCHOOL BODY!" Tears where being spilled as the shouts got louder "S-stop Soul" "Oh is little miss perfect crying, GOOD!! NOW STOP BUTTING INTO MY LIFE!!! If you do it again I'll get a new mister" "N-no Soul you don't m-mean that-" " No, look at that your right again-" Her eyes widened as an new what was going to be said next "Soul, p-please" " CONSIDER OUR PARTNER-SHIP OVER!!!"

With that he turned around h to leave his hurt ex-partner standing with tears. "FINE!!" Where the last words he would ever hear from her. For a long time.

------------------------*End of flashback*--------------------(Maka's pov)

That memory has always been in my head for the last... I think four years.

Ha... four years, I can't believe it, four years stuck in this hell. But only one more today, one more.

After our fight I left, in our apartment, in tears, only to be kidnapped, and put here in this prison, a prison where we are put in cages and chaines only to be let out to fight one another to death. Or to train for fighting to the death.The purpose of this cycle is to make an army of kishins.

"GOOODD MORNING YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE OF HUMANS!!!" A voice boomed threw the speaker, marking the cage I stood in, rattle. I scooted to the right corner of the cage to hear a sofe female voice. "Aye, Maka how are your eyes?" I peered my eyes to to focus on the large screen that showed the latest fight. But... I couldn't see it it was blurry. I sighed "No change" I whispered back. A sighed was done "Okay, rest them intill they call you." I nodded as I scooted away from the corner. "AND LETS PICK THINGS UP BY HAVEING OUR ONE AND ONLY X7685 vs H2961!!!!!!" I sighed 'so much for a rest',I thought as my cage rattled pulling me out home station down to fight station. The garuds unlocked my chain as I thought, of who H2961 was. If I recalled from Mays description, 6'3 , male, special weapon whip. So he needs distance, I though with no emotion shown on my face a gun appeared in my hand, do to the wrist bracelet that ever prisoner's has to wear that has our number, no I mean our name. This place robbed us of our name only to be replaced with numbers.

I heard faint whips circling around me, do to the battles I'm almost blinded so my other scenes has kicked in, especially my hearing. He stopped. His footsteps where almost silent, but not quite brought.

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"BEGIN!!!"