Hey guys, this is my first fanfiction, YAY! CELEBRATION TIME! Anyway, since this is my first, it won't be my best but I hope that my future fanfictions will improve, with your help that is. So anyway time for disclaimers!
Me: Maka, will you do the honors?
Maka: Of course, animeluv00 doesn't, nor will she ever, own Souleater or any of the characters
Me: *Crying in the corner* Did you have to rub it in?
Maka: Yup
Me: * Sticks out tongue*
Maka: Why you- MAKA CHOP!
Me: *Bleeding on the floor*
Soul: On with the story!
"Here you are Soul," said the bookworm meister as she trudged towards her weapon, glowing soul in hand. She knew he was looking forward to eating another soul, the bit of drool on the corner of his mouth said it all. She handed it over to her friend and began smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirt, wincing every once in awhile when the rough fabric came into contact with a bleeding gash on her thigh. She guessed it was from the razor sharp fingernails of the now deceased kishin. She looked up in time to watch Soul finish the last of his meal. She always wondered what souls tasted like, why weapons like them so much. Maka was brought back to attention by Soul whose eyes searched her face with worry.
"Maka, Maka what's wrong?" he asked, unusual concern dripping from his voice with each syllable he spoke. She lightly shook her head. "Nothing."
" Then what's this?" he asked, pointing to her blood stained gloves and the thick, bright crimson layer smothering the light skin of her leg.
"Don't worry about it, it's nothing," she assured her partner."Let's just go home. It's been a busy day and all I want to do right now is take a hot bath and curl up with my book." Soul shook his head at his miester's stubborn behavior.
Maka brushed past her partner in clumsy strides, due to her injury and stumbled to the ground on her fourth step. Thankfully, Soul was walking next to her and managed to grab her before she hit the ground.
"Liar," Soul said as he smirked, showing off his pointy, shark like teeth. He carried her bridal style to his motorcycle and situated her so that her back was pressed up against his chest. Soul put one hand on the handlebar and snaked his other arm around her waist, holding her in place as he sped off towards their apartment.
'She's so stubborn. She should have told me she was injured. Now she's unconscious, great.' Soul thought sarcastically. He sighed and concentrated on getting to their apartment as fast as possible and trying not to focus on the moon above them, laughing maniacally with blood dripping down its square ivories.
Thank you for reading chapter 1 of Nightmares! I'll upload as soon as possible! R&R!