Crawl (Carry Me Through) – Superchick
"I can't do it Soul," Maka whispered as she sunk to her knees, shoulders sagging with defeat. "I can't beat him."
At her side, her loyal weapon transformed back to his human form and kneeled down beside her with a hand on her shoulder. Her frame remained stiff as if she couldn't recognize his familiar presence. It was only several days after she and Soul had mistaken Blair's soul for a witch's and had all of their Kishin souls confiscated by Lord Death. They had attempted to start over again today, but it seemed like Maka's technique had gotten slower and sloppier, as if Maka's confidence had been shattered by the mistake they had made. Soul had sensed her uneasiness throughout this fight, but had chosen not to say anything so Maka could focus better. Apprently, it didn't really help. Soul's eyes darted frantically from the approaching Kishin egg to his exhausted partner on the ground. He had to do or say something to get her back on her game.
"C'mon Maka, we can't just give up in the middle of a fight! Don't you want to make me into an incredible Death Scythe just like your mom?" he asked as her tried to shake her back to her senses.
Maka flinched visibly, then shoved his comforting hand off of her shoulder. "What's the point, Soul? Don't you even remember how long it took us to get those 99 souls? Now all because of one stupid mistake, they're all gone. I just can't do this anymore," she muttered, not meeting his crimson gaze.
"So you're just going to give up just like that! That's not the Maka I know. The Maka I know would stop at nothing to get what she wanted, no matter how long it took or how hard it would be. She would beat down all obstacles in her path and become the greatest miester the world have ever seen! You wanna know how I know that?"
Slowly, Maka lifted her emerald eyes to meet Soul's as he smirked, realizing that he had finally gotten her attention. "How?" she asked.
"Because the Maka I know is the coolest partner I could ever ask for."
Maka eyes widened at Soul's little rant, surprised that he was actually paying her a compliment. Most of his comments about her involved her flat chest or her book obsession. If this was his opinion of her, then she had to be worth something. She couldn't let down her partner in times like these just because she was feeling down on herself. If Soul could believe in her, then she had to find the strength to believe in herself.
Getting to her knees, she lifted herself up off the ground and dusted off her skirt as she returned her attention to the Kishin egg. "Sorry about that, Soul. I'm better now."
Soul smiled with his sharp teeth and crouched, ready to end this fight. "It's about damn time. Let's get this over with so we can go back and make dinner. It is my turn after all."
Maka returned his smile and held her hand out, waiting and ready for Soul to transform. Her weapon glowed faintly, then morphed into his familiar red and black scythe form as he spun in Maka's skilled hands. As she struck an offensive pose, she faintly pondered how her weapon was always there for her when she needed him. He may be a lazy goofball away from the battlefield, but when the time came, Soul was always there to carry her through the hardest situations.
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