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Le me trying to write some fanfiction. This one was out of boredome, I just wrote rightaway what came up in mind, but I'll try to give it some direction haha. I don't need to have people reading it necessairly, but some bèta would surely be nice ^^ Typed on my iPod.
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Black Moon
Danced above the blaze
Never stopped crawling
Over the black dunes
And I'm waiting for you
Waiting forever
Are you awake now, too?
Never stopped crawling
Over the black dunes
And I'm waiting for you
Waiting forever
Are you awake now, too?
Thoughtfully, Maka nibbles on her pencil with her teeth. Her eyes follow the words the teacher writes on the board attentively.
'And that's how you work with regular and irregular verbs. Exam candidates can't permit themselves to make even one single mistake in this.'
The teacher demands alot, but the posture of the pupils don't seem all that promising. Only Maka and few others stay concerned. The rest of the pupils are rather fascinated with what doesn't have to do with education at all and stare off in emptyness as far as their imaginative infinity can bring them, or they take a little vacation in the lands of dreams. In the back of the class a boy with stark fluffy white hair has his head buried in his arm, a fanatic dream tourist. The thought of that boy passing his exams makes her expression go as if smelling something bad. If that were to happen she might as well believe that christmas and easter fall on the same day.
No, one does not simply believe passing an exam goes on its own record. It is something you have to work hard for, dreaming about it is futile and half of the year already, Maka has worked pretty much her ass off for her future. People from her class call her a study hermit. Well, at least she'd rather be a study hermit than an old garbageman or a cashier in a supermarket, barely financeing her own food from her minimum wage thanks to not following her education properly.
Maka feels a 'thud' on the back of her head. Great, people are shooting props at her again. Just ignore it Maka. sooner or later those guys would prick props off the streets themselves, how ironic. Again, a prop is catapulted to her head. Secretive giggles are made. Maka bites her lip. They really are having the time of their lives with this, don't they? She just keeps staring at the teacher, but her hearing is too sharp to not hear the whispers of fellow exam candidates from behind.
'Have you guys ever experienced a time that that Maka didn't make notes in the lesson? It's incredible!'
'Sometimes I do make notes, but I certainly wouldn't have the strenght to remind myself to doing it every goddamn lesson.'
'I always stop halfway through because then, my hand begins to hurt.'
'I think it's her study instincts. She must make notes. It's like, the lust of her life.'
'Sounds kinky haha!'
'You're totally right, at least books don't judge her attractiveness out of her pigtails.'
The girls burst out in laughter. The teacher interrups angrily.
'HEY, we're having a class right now! What could be so funny to keep your very important attention off my lesson?'
The girls are immediately still. One of them replied in steady tone: 'Nothing miss, we'll keep ourselves silent.' The teacher squeezed her eyes in slits and gazed alongside Maka's direction. Eventually, she continues the lesson.
Maka brings a shaky hand in the air.
'Ah, you have a question again, Albarn?'
'Can I go to the toilet?', she asked in a soft voice.
'Well, alright. But do it quickly!'
Maka shove her chair behind her and made a painfully slow escape to the door.
'Not sure if...', one of the same girls that got ranted at whispers.
'What?', the other one asks.
'Albarn's got a ladder in her panty.'
'Take it from me it's a spidersweb.'
Just as Maka shuts the door, she hears roars of laughter and even louder ranting from the teacher booming through the door. She lets out one big sigh and lays a hand on her belly. This is elementary school, Maka. Ofcourse the most important subjects people talk about, are people. Her lips are pressed together as she opens the door to the toilet. She lais the highest lid of the toilet and sits down. Under her skirt she spotted a small ladder indeed, but it wasn't much of a big one. Lonelyhearted she stares bemusedly forward. Why hello there, door.
Sigh.
Suddenly, knocking was heard.
'Maka, are you in there?' It's a soft voice. Maka suspects it's from one of the girls from her class. Maybe that long Japanese with that long black hair. She's busted her often enough for staring at her, but why she never knows.
'Would you open the door, please? I'd like to talk.'
Maka doesn't get the sense of this, but opens the door anyway.
The long Japanese girl smiles kindly. Her long black hair is a ponytail. She reminds Maka of a kunoichi from some epic fantasystory. Maka can understand very well that many boys gladly see her; with that body of hers she can become a model rightaway. But her personality is as soft as down. She can catch even the most snarky comments from annoying people like Black*Star up like a pin-cushion, she is the she-Ghandi of the class and that is also why she isn't all that noticable either.
'I thought it was terrible how those girls went on throwing props at you like that.' Tsubaki was her name right? Anyway, this Tsubaki laid her hand on Maka's shoulder. Maka suddenly felt a lump in her throat. She didn't dare looking the one before her in the eyes, she doesn't wish for a sudden pathetic appearance, how stupid.
'Ah, anyway, are you in the mood for some strolling in the hallways with me? We could fill up these twenty minutes till break starts.'
'I-I don't skip courses.', Maka replies.
'You look like you could use it, though. There's no harm in skipping only one lesson at times.' Maka looks at Tsubaki. She simply gives her a smile that says she would be satisfied with whatever answer she would get. Holy cow, she would be a perfect victim for a tiring friendship with an emotional vampire of a borderliner out of condolence without even feeling bad for herself.
'At times, huh...', Maka mocked the vagueness. Then, she smiled and agreed to it.
The two walk through the empty hallways, not saying a thing. Maka feels extra, no, too conscious of the echoes of their own footsteps. What can she say? What pretty walls these hallways have?
'Are you up to eating a healthy bread?', Tsubaki asks. Maka is shocked out of her trance of socially awkward worries.
'Hah?'
'If you wanted to eat something? I'll pay.'
'Oh, euh, you don't have to do that. I have homemade food with me.'
'Okay.'
These hallways don't have pretty walls, though. And the floor has a pattern that reminds Maka of vomit. Fat janitors, silent places, what is it that she can say to free themselves out of this awkward silence?
'I'm sorry I'm so boring.', Maka blurts out.
'What do you mean?', Tsubaki asks calmly. Maka keeps silent.
They both walked to the canteen woman.
'Tsubaki, if I expect someone to skip classes the least, it would be you.', the woman brings up.
'At times, I think I can allow it myself. Can I have two healthy breads, please?'
'Well, Alright then. Three euros.'
After Tsubaki paid, they both went sitting on one of the benches of the aula. She gave Maka a bread.
'I told you I don't nee-'
'I insist.', Tsubaki urged. Maka reluctantly took a bite. Suddenly, her face clears up.
'This bread is delicious!'
'Some things are better to shove up in ones mouth then just to recommend.' Tsubaki says. Maka laughs. 'They don't taste like the once you get from the shops. I love filé Americain!'
'Especially with pepper, then it's utterly exquisite.', Tsubaki replies. Maka complies: 'So unfortunate we don't have it in our pockets so it might come in handy for moments like these.'
Tsubaki opens her backpack, a hand with a pot emerges from it.
'W-w-who of the what how?', Maka brings out. Tsubaki grins: 'Say that again?'
Very casually, Tsubake opens her bread and rotates the lid of the pot above her filé upside down. Maka burst out in laughter.
'Tsubaki, you're weird.'
'Being normal. that's weird.' She places the two halves together and takes a bite. 'Hmmm. So mwuff beffer.'
Maka grabs the pepper and puts some on her bread.
'Oh, so you decide to be weird too all of sudden?', Tsubaki remarks.
'It's contagious. And I have to determine if that what you say about the pepper is true.'
'So, does it taste good?'
'Hmm-mm!'
Tsubaki smiles at Maka's open side. Till the break, Maka and Tsubaki talks infinitely about food. Not much later also about hobbies, family and even guys.
'I'm a softie for Robert Downey Jr.', Tsubaki sighes.
'Haha that guy is oooold!'
'So what? We all get old. You just shut up with your Brad Pitt.'
'Pff. Brad Pitt isn't old.'
'So you've never seen Benjamin Button?
'That's one weak argument you've got there.
'Hrmpf.'
And eventually, the bell announces it's break.
