If I owned Soul Eater I would be making more episodes not writing about things in my head.
..._lol_
Soul Eater could still feel Maka's small body in his arms. Even though she lay peacefully behind him, surrounded by friends. As he watched the sleepy sun sink lower to the horizon, painting the sky a vicious red, he heard the sounds of her screams. He felt his heart
crushed in her pain. The pain he was supposed to be able to shield her from. If he looked at his hands and could still see her blood (which he had washed off hours ago) covering them, still feel the warmth of it. Their friends decided to go; it was getting late, stop by
tomorrow, thank god she would be ok, thank god it wasn't worse. He shook hands, thanked them for coming, told them he would tell her of their visit when she woke up, he appreciated them coming. He had been careful not to look at his Meister while they were in the
room. He knew that if he looked at her directly he might break, and that would not be cool. But now he was completely alone with her for the first time since she had been injured. He sat in the hard chair next to her bed, eyes sweeping around the pail room of the
infirmary. She made a small noise and his eyes darted past her face before he could stop them, shattering the wall of coolness he had worked so hard to build up. His jut twisted painfully and he quickly focused on the weave of her pillowcase, scrambling to rebuild his wall
before he could remember the fight. The sharp stake covered in blood, the hole that should have been in his side. His side, not hers. The one thing he was supposed to protect and he had failed. This was the first time he failed to protect her. He could see everything as it
all happen again in sharp detail inside his head. He threw his arms over his head, face buried in the course blanket that was draped over her, as he cried. Late that night he lay with his head cradled in his arms as he gazed at her. Reached out with his fingers and brushed
the back of her hand. Never again would he leave her. Never again would he fail to keep her safe. In the morning when she woke up he'd be snoring gently next to her, holding her hand. She gave his fingers a light squeeze, and smiled at her sleeping Weapon.
_lol_...
That is a lot shorter than I thought it would be...