He called me flat-chested again! As if I wasn't already insecure about it already! He could've at least sported a nose bleed as he did with Blair. I'm positive I was burning red not only from embarrassment, but with fury. My face felt like it was on fire as I pulled down my shirt so forcefully I thought it'd rip. "Great, baka, now I'm sure you're flat-chested," he mumbled, his face burning slightly. I furrowed my eyebrows in apparent confusion. It was strange, though through the smoke, I could discern a look of curiousity, no, shock, no, embarrassment, written across his fine features. Pivoting on my foot, I turned to face him, adopting the most annoyed face I could muster, still breathing under the fabric of my shirt. He had surely caused this grease fire in an attempt to cook. Ignoring his perterbed shouts, I threw a handful of baking soda on the flames, reducing them to nothing gradually. "Maka! Maka, are you all right?!" A shout sounded through the house, making my worried panic cease instantly. It was then that a notion of the situation began to churn in my mind. I caught sight of a flame on the stove, one that hadn't been put out yet. "Soul? Soul! Are you in here?!" I continueously yelped, rubbing my eyes considerably before continuing my frenetic search for my partner. I ran into the kitchen, my eyes burning immensely due to the pollution. Had he left me, or was he hurt? Damn it, Soul! I toppled out of his room quickly, projecting his name at a louder volume, panic tainting my voice.
Finding nothing, I scurried further, coughing out his name under my shirt in which I'd pulled over a portion of my face to protect my nose and mouth. Upon entering his less-contaminated room, my optics frantically sweeped the area, looking for any sign of the weapon. Clumsily, I reached my destination, halting myself by catching my weight on his door frame, grasping it so tightly my knuckles went white with pressure. My feet made loud stomps in which sounded loudly against the fire alarm that I was deaf to in my dead rest, carrying me to Soul's room immediately. In a panic, I kicked the sheets off of my sweat-drenched body, swearing loudly beneath my shallow breaths. The scent was intoxicating, restricting my breathing with the abomination of the air, my lungs filling with bitter smoke. I opened my eyes to see nothing but the ashy colors of mist and smoke, the adornments of my room hidden behind the curtain of soot that hung in the air.
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