Hey guys! I had written a little short story while working on plot ideas for my 1st main one. If these are what you like let me know and I'll write more! It's not your usual SoulXMaka but I think it's sweet. Then again I did write it... OH WELL :D Thanks for reading! Oh! The only helpful thing I can add here is that anything written in ' is the characters talking in the soul wave length. The words in itc are individual thoughts. {} are sound effects. I don't own any of these characters.
"Ahhh!" Maka yelled as the sword stabbed her leg. 'Maka! Are you OK? Can you stand?' the white haired weapon asked through their linked soulds. "I'm fine Soul. I can keep fighting," the petite blonde miester replies through gritted teeth and thinks, I will be strong. She grips onto the scythe and turns to fight. She's losing too much blood. She won't be able to fight much longer, Soul thinks and says outloud, 'Don't fight, Maka, you're bleeding too badly. Start running!' Soul orders.
Realizing that her partner was right, Maka turns to run away from the Kishin that they were battling. The Kishin, also known as Bakenea, was still close behind the duo from DWMA. No matter how fast Maka ran Bakenea was always a few paces behind her. The pain in Maka's leg continue to grow and she finally realizes how much blood she was loosing. She turns her head to glimpse Bakenea closing in the already too short distance between them.
"GAHHHH!" she shrieks as the cruel sword jabbed into her side. 'I can't... stay standing... Soul... I'm sorry... I'm...' not strong enough, Maka finishes in her head as she crashes to the asphalt. 'Maka!' Soul shouts as he also falls. A white light shines from the fallen scythe as Soul transforms into his human form. Stumbling, Soul reaches towards Maka as Bakenea raises his sword. "Maka!" Soul yells as he transforms his arm into a scythe to protect his miester from the Kishin. {Clang!} Steel collides on steel.
"I won't let you TOUCH HER!" Soul yells with such ferocity that Bakenea cringes. Maka, hang in there. Please. I can't lose you! he thinks as he lunges towards Bakenea and slices the Kishin's arm off. "Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" the ugly beast roars as it watches its appendage fall to the ground. Bakenea raises his sword in his right hand and thrusts it towards the young weapon.
Soul, already in such a rage that this Kishin had wounded his miester, kicked the sword away. Bakenea gasped in shock that someone so young could be so powerful. The scythe boy's arm shreds the Kishin in half, leaving a glowing red soul in his wake. Breathing hard, Soul swallows the beast's life in one gulp.
Turning around Soul sees Maka laying in a heap. One of her pigtails got out of the hair tie and is covering her too pale face. Small scratches and scraps covered her arms and legs. The wound on her leg had stopped bleeding but the one on her side was bleeding profusely. I need to get her to Stein fast, he thinks to himself. Outloud he says, "Maka? Can you hear me?" "Hnnnng..." was her gurgled reply.
Soul rushes to her and gingerly picks her up. Maka winces in pain but has no more strength to resist. Her breathing is too shallow. He runs with his small partner in his arms to the academy. He has to be here. He has to! Soul keeps yelling in his head. Finally he reaches the infirmary and thankfully Stein is there. "STEIN!"
"Hm?!" Stein mutters as he falls out of his rolling chair in surprise. "Soul, what's wrong?" Finally noticing Spirit's only daughter barely alive in the albino kid's arms, Stein springs to action. "Lay her down on a bed and run to get Spirit." Stein ordered. Soul obeyed and turned to leave but Maka's hand on his arm stopped him.
"Don't... leave... me... please..." she begged him. She's so weak. "Soul!" barked Stein, more alert than ever. Soul grabbed Maka's hand in his and squeezed it lightly. "I promise I'll be right back. I need to get your dad and then I will never leave your side Maka. I swear. Just hang in there for me ok?" Maka noddest the weakest nod Soul has ever seen her do.
Soul ran from the infirmary to Spirit's favorite hang out spot, the Chupa Cabre. "Death Scythe! Death Scythe!" he called searching the booths. There he is. Jeez this is so not cool of a father. "Hey! Spirit! Your daughter is in the hospital! Get up and help her!" He called as he shoved the older red head to the floor. "MAAAKAAAA!" Spirit yelled as he fled the bar to see his precious girl.
Spirit and Soul sprinted down the streets to get to the infirmary room. The death scythe made it there first and slammed the door on Soul's face. Please be ok Maka... Please... Soul opened the door to be with his miester for what he hoped wouldn't be the last time.
There you go! I'm not sure if I will continue this one or not. That's why I ended it the way I did. Let me know if you'd like this to be another main story of mine or not. I may have a poll but I don't think alot of people read my stories so yeah :) Hope you enjoyed