To The Moon and Back
A/N: Hello friends, this is a first for me and I have yet to acquire a beta to help with all the mistakes I know are teeming in my stories depths so if something is amiss feel free to tell me! This is based on the manga and I took liberties with the continuing plot seeing as it doesn't exist yet!
The entire quote that I birthed this story with is in chapter 105, it's a cute scene. (The almighty Black Star even blushes!)
"Thanks, I owe you..." "You Saved me in a similar way when we fought Free for the first time, didn't you?" "It wasn't just that time either. You're always rescuing me." "You must really like me, don't you?" Maka said through a smile. "Huh?! Y...you're taking it the wrong way! Doesn't that show how weak you are?" Black Star stammered blushing.
See! Super cute, huh?
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater.
He couldn't get her teasing words out of his head, that huge goofy ass smile and the small annoying laugh that came after...all of it had been playing in his mind continuously for days.
It was seriously pissing him off.
One thousand thirty-one, one thousand thirty-two, one thousand thirty-three...
The one armed pushup's weren't even that difficult at this point just a way to keep his body moving, he had learned it was easier to sort things out when he was doing some sort of physical activity.
"You're always rescuing me."
God's looked after there flock, did they not?! It's not like she was anything special, he had saved others too. She was just weak and...confusing.
Everything about Maka made him crazy, they were constantly fighting about something or another.
In all honesty he enjoyed the mental and occasional physical release their arguments brought, bickering had been their language for as long as he could remember. He was use to it, that was just them and how they functioned with one another...but this was different and taking a quote from the recently deceased Crona, he didn't know how to handle it.
"You must really like me, don't you?"
One thousand two hundred, one thousand two hundred one, one thousand two hundred two...
She made no fucking sense, there they had stood in front of an insane Crona who had just swallowed the keishan whole and she was smiling at him.
One thousand two hundred twenty-four, one thousand twenty-five, one thousand twenty-six...
Just standing there...looking up at him with that smile, the one she reserved just for him when he helped her out of yet another fight gone wrong.
One thousand- three...no two?
"FUCK!" The obscenity echoed through the forest surrounding him scaring away a few of the birds who had been idly sitting in the tree's above him.
He couldn't keep anything straight in his head, this was getting ridiculous.
Flopping down on his back on the plush grass below him he covered his face as he let out a loud groan.
She was microscopic compared to his godly image, so weak and pathetic...although when he thought about it (Which he had.) that wasn't completely true. Her abilities were growing rapidly, she had even become some what impressive.
Even to someone like him.
The sun leaked through the leaves of the canopy kissing his already tanned skin as it continued laughing in the impossibly blue sky, everything around him was the same as it had always been. Tsubaki was back at the house preparing lunch, the others off who knows where enjoying the short period of peace they had been granted.
Everyone except Maka. Who had taken Crona's betrayal hard and his death even harder. It was all rather bitter sweet, the fight had been a difficult thing for the group to recover from but they were moving on.
He had seen it coming, Crona had been doomed from the start...however jaded that made him seen. He had been taken from the hands of people just as bad as Medusa himself when he was young but even their existence still haunted him to this day. Of course he didn't give a shit what people thought of him, he would always be above them and with that came jealousy.
He hadn't told anyone his suspicions, they wouldn't have helped much anyway. Crona would have done exactly what he had done no matter what anyone had done differently, Medusa had fucked him up from birth and that's just how it was.
It didn't due to dwell on things behind him anyway, that wasn't how a BIG STAR like himself operated!
"You realize you're mumbling to yourself, right?" Maka's voice rang out above him.
Uncovering his eyes he spotted the thin scythe meister looking right at him, her eyes looked sad and tired. She looked so fragile and out of place against the green and browns of nature, like a heavy wind could carry her away in one swoop. He pushed away the irritation at himself for not hearing her approach and motioned for her to sit down.
"Even god listens to the problems of others, just spill it and you will feel better." Black Star began patiently.
Maka sat down next to him brushing her shoulder against his as she sighed tiredly, it was obvious she needed to release some of the pent up feelings inside.
He was surprised she hadn't done this with Soul, they were really close. So close he often wondered if the relationship went beyond friendship. Hearing her sob he reeled his thoughts back in and put an arm over her small shoulders, he had forgotten how truly petite she was until he had her in his arms.
It had been a long time since he had seen her like this since her parents had started fighting when they had been kids. She would come to him tears in her eyes small fists balled up and would cry her eyes out. He had been her shoulder back then, before Soul, before Tsubaki...
"I couldn't help him Black Star, instead...I killed him. I ended his life, and I can't DEAL WITH IT! I see him when I'm awake, when I'm asleep, I can't escape his face the look...the look he gave me when I delivered the final blow." Maka's hands were tearing large clumps of grass out of the ground her eyes squeezed shut as big fat tears rolled down her pale cheeks.
"I...I can't talk about this to Soul, he just doesn't get it, or refuses to. He just tells me that Crona was gone and I had to kill him or be killed, I understand that. I'M NOT AN IDIOT! That doesn't stop the images, the pain, or the dreams...Logic is fucking wonderful when you don't have any goddamn emotions!"
I just listened, it's what she needed. I knew anything I would say wouldn't be something she would want to hear, she needed me to take it all in.
"It's just pathetic...I'm just pathetic, even after making Soul a death scythe and becoming apart of some elite group for the Shibusen. I don't feel any stronger than I did when I joined the Death Academy." Her sobs were louder now and her whole body looked like it was caving in on itself as she held her knees as close to her chest as she could.
She was done and it was my turn.
I couldn't be silent anymore. I only had a few soft spots and Maka was definitely one, I would protect her...even if it was from herself. Scooping her up easily I put her in my lap and held her to me, her head resting against my chest as warm tears dropped onto my shoulder, a big star like me could be uncool for a little while to help out one of his best friends.
"Stop it Maka, stop doubting yourself you idiot. You are strong, not as strong as me but closer than most. No one else could have ended Crona Maka, don't you see that it had to be you?" Maka picked her head up and rubbed her big green eyes to clear away some of the tears looking at me, waiting for me to continue. Maka might be mad at me ninety percent of the time, but she always listened to what I had to say in these situations. She trusted me against her instincts to distrust all men, and I would always take it seriously. That's what big men were suppose to do.
"He cared about you, it even showed through the insanity...why do you think he spoke to you the entire fight? It might have all been crazy shit but Maka, somewhere deep inside he wanted you to be there...to stop him." Maka stared at me for a long moment and nodded looking tired but a bit less haunted than before.
I could be deep too! Although most of this I had just realized myself as I was talking...
"I..Thanks Black Star." It was simple but there was that smile again, it brought everything I had been thinking about back to the surface.
"I am pretty great, huh?!" She rolled her eyes but the laugh couldn't be stopped, the frustration from the past couple days began to melt away, who cares if this scrawny girl was constantly invading my mind. Maybe everything would be okay, as long as that smile belonged to me.
A/N:Thanks for reading, review if you like. 3