A/N: I don't own Soul Eater, and with that, none of the characters. All I own is the mind that thought this up.
Soul sat on the edge of his bed, hands clenched tightly.
It hurts her so much... What happened to me...
He touched his chest lightly, thinking back to when he'd received his scar. He'd do anything for Maka, that was true, but the pain he'd caused her? It was almost unbearable. His heart ached every time that look appeared in her eyes. The self-blame was too much for him to handle. She was his wielder, his housemate, the one who resonated with his soul. Her feeling of inadequacy, her self-doubt and blame affected not only their mental state, but their resonance as well.
Soul, despite being a self-proclaimed 'cool guy' felt the overwhelming pressure of something very 'uncool'; the sadness that provokes tears. He shook his head, shaking away the tears. He took a staggered breath, and walked to the door, exiting his room.
Maka was sitting on the lounge, her nose buried in a heavily bound book. She glanced up at him, her smile reflecting happiness at the sight of him; yet, a veiled sadness existed in her eyes. He glanced away from her, with the fear that his emotions may resurface. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, and pulled a fake smile.
"Hey, Maka. Reading again? I've told you what'll happen if you read too much."
Maka laughed slightly; her laugh appeared genuine, so Soul was content to leave the room.
I made her laugh. That's good. I don't think I could stand that look in her eyes anymore.
Soul turned upon hearing footsteps behind him. Maka pressed her hand against his chest,
"Soul..."
No, no, no. Maka don't start.
"Soul, I'm sorry, it's my fault."
"I've told you, Maka. I'll do anything to protect my wielder."
She glanced up, tears welling in her eyes, and yelled at him.
"Soul, you don't understand! You shouldn't have to constantly put yourself in harm's way, because I'm too weak!"
"Maka! You don't understand; I would do anything to protect my wielder. Anything."
She dropped her hand to her side, and breathed heavily, before turning around and leaving the kitchen area.
I'm sorry, Maka. I know you're just having trouble with this. I meant it, though, I'd do anything for you. I love you.