Ha! Now I am back on schedule! Day 4: Fight

The two of them needed each other.

Not in the way that they needed each to breathe; no the two of them had survived without the other long before they had met. But still, they needed each other in the end.

They met at a crucial point in their childhood:

'Do you want to be partners?'

'You seem cool enough.'

From then on they were inseparable. They fought pre-kishin, fought battles that others should have died in, and made friends along the way. They yelled at each other, they protected each other, grew as close as two people could be, and at the end of the day they went back to their shared apartment to find comfort in their home.

But it wasn't the intense fighting and protection that drew the two of them together.

It was the days when Maka would be sitting in her room, lost in her thoughts or her books, and her weapon would barge in to drag her outside. It was in the way he volunteered to do things around the house when he saw she was feeling bad. Or when he would fight against other students when they made fun of her.

And sometimes, when she feeling down and losing faith in humanity, it was in the way he was there for her, with a sarcastic remark and a big smile on his face.

For Soul, it was when she hit him on the head for when he did something stupid. When she would laugh at his jokes or praise him if he did well on a test. It was when she rode behind him on his bike, complaining about how fast he was going. It was in the way she would sit on the couch when he played video games or played basketball with him when she herself was terrible at it.

Sometimes though, when he was losing himself in the black blood, when he feared that he would become the monster he feared, how she was always there, to hold him when the nightmares became too real and offer silent support by contenting their souls when not in battle.

They fought every day together, not just against the real monsters of the night, but the fight of everyday living. They needed each other, needed to have the support from the one person that knew them better than they knew themselves.

In sickness and in health, through better or for worse, whether they were rich or poor, they would hold onto each other until their dying days. Because in this thing they battle called life, that's all they could ask for.

Hope you all enjoyed!