Hey! First Soul Eater story! *celebratory tacos plop in my hand* This is for my SE-loving buddy. Fluffy in the end part! Lets go!
Chapter 1
(Maka's POv)
Another night of watching him toss and turn.
Another night of listening to him cry for help.
Another night of hoping he'll be the same when he wakes.
Sighing, I gently pressed the palm of my hand to his forehead, pushing his headband up somewhat. Another fever. "Oh Soul," I whispered to myself. Three days in a row, all at night, his brow would swell with sweat at have a fever of enormous proportions. I hope this stops soon. I don't think his body can handle much more.
He shifted to the side with a low snarl, sending me up on my feet and towards the door. A still-vibrant bruise on my lower right arm was a sharp reminder of last time I wasn't quick enough.
The feel of sleek fur brushing against my leg and a concerned nya brought my gaze downwards, resting on a familiar black cat, head adorned with her classic witch hat. "Soul-kun isn't getting any better, is he?" Blair asked, staring up at me as if I could cure whatever was troubling him with a single word.
"No," I sighed. Both me and Blair watched silently as Soul began to jerk around in his bed, murmuring something that quickly became audible.
"No! Leave Maka alone!" he screeched, body tensing up against a foe in his mind. After a few moments, his body loosened up. My shoulders sagged with relief as I cautiously scooted back towards him, returning to the chair I abandoned earlier and gently laid a cold washcloth across his forehead to ease the pain. I can't keep him out of DWMA for much longer. Everyone's already suspicious. I guess I'll have to take him to Medusa-sensei tomorrow if this doesn't stop, I decided mentally, but continued to keep my eyes open despite the lack of sleep I've had, rythmicly stroking a purring Blair to calm myself with every snarl he made.
************* hours later *****************
Daylight began to stream through the room, dappling his face in light shadows. Blair let out a small yawn and stretched on my lap, then leaped off and strutted into the living room, presumably to make breakfast for all three of us. I stretched my stiff muscles (I hadn't moved from that spot all night) and leaned over to shake his shoulder. "Soul, time to get up. Medusa-sensei'll figure out what's wrong." I coaxed. Maybe he'll be fine today, I hoped.
His eyes snapped wide open, his crimson eyes coating black. "STAY AWAY!" he screeched, his arm glowing blue and transformed into the black and red blade of his weapon form and swung it at me.
Pain sliced through me, traveling from the scythe buried deep in my flesh to my whole body, warm blood blossoming from my side and running down my leg. Gritting my teeth against the pain, my gaze went from the blossoming wound to Soul's face.
His normally red eyes were pitch black and filled with bloodlust, a sadistic grin stretching across his face. This isn't Soul!
"Soul, wake up!" I yelled, fear and pain lacing every word.
Black eyes bore into me, making my body go stiff. "Foolish girl. You care for this monster, even when his arm runs red with your blood?" A mocking, demonic voice spoke, replacing Soul's laid-back voice. "He will be your death, so I'll leave and let you see." Soul's head shook violently, then stared at me. The crimson color had returned to his eyes, filled with concern and confusion at the sight of tears running down my face. The insane grin was replaced with a worried frown. "Maka, what's wrong?" His gaze traced the jagged pattern of his blade to my side. "Oh my God. Maka, I-I-I-"He transformed his arm back to normal, still coated with blood,
"Soul, I'm alright, really." I said, putting up a feeble resistance.
"You're not okay! Blair! Get the first-aid, now! Maka's hurt!"
Yeah . . . this was kinda rushed. R and R! Oh, I have a poll up too!