WELL HELLO THERE.
This is a story prompt from Ynot7 (check his stuff out, he's pretty amazing :D). I was planning a oneshot, but there were just too many ideas jangling around in my head (heh...jangling) and I had to make it longer. THIS IS JUST A FIRST CHAPTER, IT IS VERY SHORT AND KIND OF LAME. I HAVE SOME PLANS. PLEASE DO NOT FRET. LET US HOPE THAT I DO NOT ABORT THIS STORY. OF COURSE, YOU CAN ALWAYS HELP THIS NOBLE CAUSE BY REVIEWING AND FOLLOWING. YOUR DONATION WILL MAKE A DIFFERENCE.
So, yeah. I'm hoping to write some longer chapters later, so don't fear (the reaper XD). This is just to kickstart the whole thing.
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater. But it is actually probably blatantly by this point that I am not, in fact, Atsushi Ohkubo.
So, without further ado...
"Shinigami-sama?" Maka poked her head around the corner of the entrance to the Death Room. She had assumed that since it had been occupied by the new Shinigami, it would be more...symmetrical, but it was virtually unchanged. Cartoonish clouds still floated across the indoor sky, and crosses of varying sizes leaning precariously to one side or the other were still stuck into the ground randomly. The new Shinigami stood in front of his mirror, back turned to Maka. No one but the two were present.
Hearing the voice, Kid turned around, smiling almost indiscernibly at Maka. He beckoned for her to come closer, and she did so, cautiously. She stepped up onto the platform and stood at eye level with the boy. She felt strangely uncomfortable around him since he had become the Shinigami. He was on a different level now, and she felt like she knew him less well than she had when he was just Death the Kid, the symmetry obsessed, self-proclaimed academy student, adorable and childlike one moment, serious and businesslike the next.
"Maka," the boy said her name as if it was a statement of great importance.
Maka bowed deeply to the boy. "At your service, Shini-" she trailed off at the feeling of the boy's hand on her shoulder. She straightened up slowly and noted the serious expression in his eyes.
"Maka, just call me Kid," the Shinigami asked of her in a tone that sounded almost pleading. "Please."
A miniscule smile graced the girl's lips. "Okay, Kid." Her gaze held his for a few moments before she collapsed into him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Kid paused, startled by the sudden physical contact, but slowly relaxed into the hug, smiling wider than he had in days.
"Thank you, Maka," he whispered.
"No, I should be the one thanking you, Kid. I...I-" Maka broke off and squeezed him.
"Are you crying?" Kid asked, worried. He felt Maka nod against his shoulder. "Why?"
"I'm so thankful...for your decision, Kid. I was worried that we would just leave him there...I was so worried, but I didn't want to say anything. I was afraid that everyone would think I was crazy."
"Some people do," Kid informed her.
"I don't give a damn what they think. I'm just happy that I'll get to see Crona again."
Kid took a deep breath, backing out of the hug. "Now, Maka, we don't-"
The Shimigami was interrupted by a loud whoop from the other end of the room as Black*Star bounded in, Tsubaki in close pursuit. "Hey, guys, you ready? We're goin' to the moon!"
Maka wiped her eyes quickly, composing herself, and turned to the blue-haired meister. "Yeah, whenever Soul decides to show up."
"And Liz and Patty," Kid added. "Where are they all?"
As if in answer to his question, Kid hardly finished speaking before Soul, Liz, and Patty all miraculously entered the room together.
"And where have you three been?" the Shinigami inquired, tapping his foot impatiently, his teenage attitude emerging from behind his businesslike facade. "We've been waiting."
Soul ascended the steps of the platform first, jerking his thumb back at the two sisters. "I got roped into housecleaning," he grumbled.
"Whose house?" Kid began, sounding slightly panicked. "Whose house did you-"
"We made Crona's room all pretty," Patty interrupted, bouncing up toward her meister. "An' I drawed him a picture. It's on the wall," she said proudly.
"Guys, we-" Kid started anew, only to be cut off again, this time by the older Thompson.
"Don't worry, Kid. It's symmetrical. We just thought it might be nice to come home to an actual room, not some cell in the basement. It's a symmetrical room, though," Liz repeated, misinterpreting the expression on her meister's face.
Kid sighed. Maybe it was best not to say anything. Everyone seemed surprisingly excited to see Crona again. Mentioning anything now would just dampen their spirits, and the young Shinigami couldn't stand to do that.
"What are we waiting for?" Black*Star jumped into the conversation again. "Let's go kick some ass!"
"Remember the plan, Star," Tsubaki reminded her meister timidly.
"Yeah, yeah, I remember," the war god crossed his arms and pouted. "I just wanted to kill some stuff."
"If all goes according to plan," Kid said, "there won't be a fight. It will be simple." His comrades (with the exception of Black*Star) nodded solemnly. "Alright. Go load up, I guess," the Shinigami ordered halfheartedly. The group obeyed without question. Maka, who had been strangely silent throughout the entire conversation, hung back.
"Do you want to talk?" Kid asked, placing a hand on his worried friend's shoulder.
"You were trying to say something that whole time," Maka looked at her boots. "And I think I know what it was."
Kid placed a hand under Maka's chin and tilted it up. She blinked when she found their gazes connected.
"Maka, even if we do try, there's no guarantee that we can save Crona. I don't understand the mechanics of these things, and...ugh. This would have been so much easier with Dad. I just don't know what to do. And even if we do succeed...Maka, what if he's still dangerous? What if I'm wrong? Then what do we do?" Kid looked away.
This time it was Maka's turn to grab her friend's gaze. "Kid, I trust Crona. I know you didn't see him, just before..." she paused, "...but...I promise he means well. He's fine now. And if something comes up, we can...deal with it."
Kid smirked at her reference. "I'm sure we can."
There was a moment of silence before Maka looked away. "But...does he want this?" she asked in a tone that was barely a whisper. "Does he want us to do this?"
"We could still call it off," Kid reminded her.
"No. I don't...no. I want to do this. I want to see it through. I told Crona that I would come back for him, and I'm going to hold true to my word. I'm going to save him. No matter," she continued when Kid opened his mouth to speak, "what obstacles we're going to have to face. I'll save him in any way we can, even if it does mean that..." she trailed off.
"Hey slowpokes, what's taking so long?" Soul called from the Demon Airship.
"Nothing," Maka replied, masking her worry with ease. Kid looked on in awe. "We're just talking!" She turned back to Kid. "Let's do this. For Crona."
The Shinigami smiled at her softly. "For Crona," he agreed.
I AGREE, THAT WAS SHORT. ES TUT MIR LEID. GOMEN. Sorry...
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See you next chapter,
-Squeeb100