Maka and Soul ~ A new Madness

Road Trips Suck

Maka's P.O.V.

When your stuck on a bus for a few hours, there's not a lot you can do. Especially after you've finished three other books. Soul is sitting next to me, we still have a few more hours to go. Headphones in, snoring to the max. That's Soul for you.

But...

I can't stop admiring his features, he looks so vicious, but he's like a cotton candy cloud.

Blech! What am I thinking? Soul and me? PFFFF, we're like opposite ends of the world. Aren't we? I take out one of his ear-buds and put it in my ear.

"Wh--?" He asks groggily, I look at him and point to my ear. He nods calmly then rests his head on his duffel bag. The music is calming. We still have an hour left, so I take out my crossword puzzle book and begin to work.

I hate road trips.

Soul's P.O.V.

She stole my earbud! Even I have boundaries! She could have asked at least. I would have given it to her.

In and out of sleep constantly, I can't remember what's reality and what my conscious has invented.

I hear a familiar noise. It sounds as if metal is being sharpened down to a fine edge. Smooth, shiny, and very dangerous. I open my eyes and see Maka, a blurred image,with hundreds of metal pieces sticking out of her. She's battling Asura. At first I think he's the one that has done this to her. I try to yell, but my body is too weak. Then she starts screaming, and all of the blades disappear.

She's a weapon.

"MAKA!" I can't scream. We're both helpless. All of our vulnerabilities shown at once.

But our strengths are shining too. And she's screaming and crying and I can't do anything. I'm laying on the ground sobbing for my meister. I know she's almost gone.

"Maka...." I mumble.

SNAP

I'm awake, panting, sweating and my eyes are watering. Maka grips my left hand.

"Are you okay?" She looked as panicked as I was when I found her on the edge of the roof. I smile and shake off the dream--no-memories, that are still hazy.

"I'm fine. Just a little anxious about our trip." I say, trying to throw her off. Her facial expression shows distrust, but she smiles instead.

"Alright! Good thing you woke up now, we're practically at our stop!"

Does she even remember? That she is a weapon? The questions are piling up one-by-one.

She's still your meister. Yeah, that she'll always be.

Maka's P.O.V

We finally got off that awful bus and checked into a motel. Soul went out fifteen minutes ago to get some more food. His hunger consuming him. He was also being a whiny little prat, so I let him go. Because of his absence I was free to change into my sweats, and tank top.

I still can't shake the feeling that he's hiding something. He's not letting me in again, and keeping his feelings inside a box, isn't going to help our relationship one bit. Then again, I can't tell him what I've been seeing.

I see his three eyes everywhere.

Piercing my skin, following me all around, like a cartoon storm cloud.

I know it's pretend.

Has the madness infected me, as it did to Soul all that time ago?