Hey everyone! Anju here and this my first fanfic as well as first SoMa fanfic! ^^ Hope you enjoy it!
~Anju
Edit: I changed Maka's age to go with the rest of the story as it made no sense when I read it over...
Chapter 1: Prologue
Light was shining through the window, casting a yellow glow upon the bed, located in the middle of the room. However, the canopy of the bed didn't allow it to pass on to wake the sleeping teen in it. The teen twisted and turned and groaned.
"Soul, where are you going?"
She clutched some of the sheets in her small hand. Her smooth breathing turned into hoarse panting.
"Soul, you can't leave me...You can't...You can't leave me here all alone... You can't...You can't!"
The girl woke up with a start. Her panting continued and tears steamed down her pale face.
"Soul..."
She drew her knees toward herself and bursted into tears. Her tiny sobs echoed through the room. Her hair covered her face, making it hard to breathe. She got up and ran to the bathroom to cool herself down. She let the cool water run and washed her face. Puffed emerald green eyes always stared back at her whenever she looked at her reflection in the mirror.
Once she cooled down, she went back to the bedroom and sat down. She grabbed a nearby stuffed animal. It was a white rabbit with a row of shark like teeth. The young girl started talking to it.
"Your the only thing I still have from him."
Then the door creaked open. The girl didn't have time to hide the rabbit so she firmly clutched it against her chest.
"Maka, my angel, are you in here?"
A tall man with deep red hair stepped in. He was wearing a black suit. His deep blue green eyes scanned he room and noticed a large bump beneath the covers. He smiled and walked towards it.
"Maka, are you there?"
He poked the bump. It moved. The man lifted the sheets to reveal the young girl curled up in a ball. He noticed that her emerald green eyes were puffy and there was a blotch if water on the sheets.
"Maka, did you wet the bed?"
Maka sluggishly sat up and glared at the man. He nervously chuckled.
"I guess you didn't."
"Of course I didn't Papa! I'm seventeen now! I'm old enough NOT to do that!"
She puffed her cheeks in annoyance but then became serious again. She had forgotten about the rabbit until...
"Maka..,"
"Hmm?"
"Is this from Soul?"
Her father had picked up the rabbit by its ear. His face was expressing annoyance yet concern for his daughter. Maka's eyes widened and snatched the rabbit from her father's grasp. She held it tight against her tiny chest.
"Yes... got a problem with that?"
Her father sighed.
"Still can't get over it?"
Silence filled the room. Maka averted her gaze from her father to the window. A tear streamed down her face. Maka quickly wiped it but not fast enough for her father.
He got up and sat next to her and hugged her.
"It's okay Maka, we'll find him... I promise..."
Maka didn't look up. Instead she broke from his hug and scooted away from him.
"Sure you're going to find him... Isn't that what you said about Mama?"
Her father grew quiet.
"Well, isn't it?"
"Yes, but-"
"And whatever happened to finding her?"
"Maka, we are working on it, but please be patient. We have traces of her and we are-"
"Aren't showing it to me!"
Maka threw a pillow at her father. He caught it and placed it beside him.
"Maka, calm down."
Maka began to laugh insanely.
"Calm down... How can I calm down when your making empty promises!? Why can't you stick to them?!"
She threw another pillow at her father but fell on the floor.
"Maka, please, bear with me!"
"Bear with you?! Just like Mama? But I think you forgot something... I'm not like Mama! I can't accept empty promises! Mama knew you couldn't either but she believed in you! I knew from the start that you wouldn't complete your promises! Your a player, you can't stick with one woman!"
Her father was silent.
"I'm right, aren't I? And I bet that's the real reason why Mama-"
"MAKA THAT'S ENOUGH!"
Maka flinched. She began to sniffle and soon tears followed.
"I'm sorry Maka. I didn't mean to yell at you... I just-"
"You just- just what? Wanted to forget reality? Forget Mama? Or did you want to forget me?"
Maka's father shook his head.
"No, I didn't want to forget any of that. I wanted to say-"
Then there was a knock on the door.