Ok...This happens after Kidd takes after his father and Soul dies (yeah sorry to all fans but... deal with it XD). The rest is in the story... no real plot but meh...
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Deathgods don't cry
By lafeedeslilas
He grabbed her small hands above her head and against the cold wall. How could have these small wrists- wrists he could break with one twist of his hand- held such a heavy weapon?
The weapon she had once loved
Maka Albarn sat with her head down, her coffee colored bangs covering the eyes that had lost hope; her body weak and lost.
Kidd finally let her slim wrists free, but she didn't move, her arms simply fell to her sides, lifeless. The death God slowly positioned his palms on the wall, keeping the small body of the injured tech within his arms as if he were protecting what was left of her; taking care to not touch her, with quiet voice he hissed
"Why?" She didn't budge, she didn't even looked up as she had used to. Her usual unladylike, energetic and childish smile was nowhere to be seen. Only her breathing and his could be heard for a while,
"Answer me, WHY!?" The fully grown boy roared this time with anger, golden eyes glinting with fury. She still kept silent but the walls responded instead with an echo that reflected his anger and grief.
"Why did you come back here?"
Why walk into the den of demons and witches alone? Revenge? The answer was obvious: Yes, to revenge Soul. Her faithful partner who had died protecting her.
The ruler of death city lifted the head of the girl in front of him delicately, as if it was a flower petal that would fly away at any moment. Her emerald eyes were hazy and he could see no light within.
"Where is your courage?" That will to surpass madness, to conquer insanity and to save all those drowned in it. Was it because he was not here anymore? Because, he was the source of your strength? Your soul?
He wanted to hug her, he wanted to stroke those brown hair locks that rested on her shoulders, he wanted kiss those cheeks dirtied because of battle, and whisper into her ear words of sweet promise.. Yet he didn't, he couldn't. He simply curled his trembling fingers into a fist and hit the wall with frustration
"Why can't it be me…?"
He was ruler of Death city, the most powerful being; the one who maintained the balance, a collector of souls. THE Death god. But at the moment he saw how a tear rolled down the helpless female technician's cheek from the empty eyes as an answer, he could not avoid looking defeated. She didn't know either.
… and as the endless night passed again and again, the Death god, cried.
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AN:
Yeah... so...
so...uh...uh... review?