No Words
I do not own Soul Eater.
Although I wish I did.
(Along with so many cool animes. Bwahahahaha!)
This is my first fanfiction for Soul Eater.
(For some people: Warning! May include some spoilers.)
I hope it goes well as you read it! =)
Review/ Favorite if you want! Much appreciated!
*To think that I thought he was one of those senseless men, like my Papa…
I thought he was actually going to join Blair.
But then, I realized how he was so clever.
Yes, up to that part. (Not including the part that the witch was just a cat.)
That time, I had smiled.
But was it enough for that guy?
*When he fought Death the Kid along with Black Star…
What was he thinking?
Total idiots all throughout the battle…
Perhaps.
In the end, I even had to bring him up.
*He had defended me from powerful enemies. It just came as a shock.
The fool did that, just to get himself in a very bad state.
Doesn't he understand that I need him in a good condition so that we'll both become stronger?
But there's still the thought.
I had stared at him.
Wondering…
What did he see in me?
*I had argued with him. Terribly.
About a lot of senseless things…
And I even had the fear of never being able to connect our wavelengths ever again.
Just because of that.
His pointless arguments.
My own words.
*When power surged through me, and he'd nearly swallowed me up.
Then I had coughed black blood…
There's still what you call a mystery.
*When he told Medusa-sensei of his recurring dreams, without me knowing…
I felt anger.
Doesn't he trust me enough?
*When the guy tried to cheat on the exam…
Seriously?
A walking library?
*At the party for the foundation of Shibusen…
I had offered him a lot of things.
Even his food.
Then, I had to dance with Papa.
That was his offer.
*The time when we made a deal with madness, he was saying objections.
Or maybe warnings or his worries…
*The time that I had to play basketball when all I wanted was to read.
It was normal life for him.
He knows it all.
Just because I'm the leader.
While I even don't know the game.
PLUS, I had to have a date with Papa.
With his snickering behind.
*When I couldn't move because of some web…
I had to lie down on a coffin full of flowers.
I had to be still.
I even had to be fed by that guy.
*When he played the piano…
Yes, it was good hearing it.
And it was a good thing.
That guy, having that kind of ability…
*When we were nearly overcome by black blood, by the Demon God…
I had to save him.
Save him.
Just as he saved me.
What was the purpose in there?
A lot of things happen with a weapon.
But that was to be expected with Shinigami-sama's unique assignments.
But if it's just about him…
I find no words to describe that guy.
For if I indeed had some, they will not have a complete meaning.
But why did I even care?
As long as I stay in his cool side, having no words is not a problem.
After all, I trust him and he's one of the roots of my courage.
No words, huh?
Come to think of it. There is such a thing called body language.
Perhaps, it includes emotions but…
*sigh*
Soul.
"Soul."
I find no words for that guy.
But luckily, I see a meaning.
- Maka Albarn