Hey guys, this officially starts the beginning of my SoMa drabble where I'll just post a new little story from time to time.
Before I get to it though I would like to begin by saying, DON'T JUDGE THIS DRABBLE BY THIS FIRST LITTLE STORY. It was an idea that came to me while I was incredibly bored in my spare class and this was the result. I assure you that there will be many more, much happier and lighter drabbles to come in the future, in fact I already have one written down in my notebook I just gotta transfer it to word tomorrow after school.
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"So this is where it all ends for us aye, Maka?" He chuckled, but there was no humour to be found. They stood alone against a seemingly endless horde of madness fueled by the kishins rage. THey were the last futile hope of sanity, quickly drowning in this sea of sheer insanity. They could both feel it, the faint tugging and pulling on the edge of their minds; the madness looking for a way past their quickly fading defences. They knew there was no hope but they remained strong and courageous even in the face of annihilation; a bastion of hope to anyone who still fought against the madness. Their friends and mentors were already lost. One by one they fell either to the temptations of insanity or to the bitter sweet release from all this pain; death.
"Sure looks like it, Soul." she laughed back at him weakly. She had nothing left in her. It had been 2 months since the Kishin's 'defeat' spread mass insanity not only throughout Death City, but the entire world. It didn't take long for the weak minded to fall and even those with strong wills fell in the end.
"Y'know Maka, I honestly don't know if this is the madness in me telling me to tell you this now, but I figure that now is as good a time as any to tell you, I love you, Maka Albarn and I swear on my life that neither death or madness will tear us apart. I have always loved you and will continue you to love you forever." She could hear it in his voice, he knew as well as she did that they weren't going to scrape out of this one; she heard a calm acceptance in his tone.
"You stupid boy," she muttered before continuing, "I've know that for a long time now." She stopped again before smiling at him, grasping his arm and as he silently nodded his head and slipped into a scythe, she stepped out into the harsh sunlight of this dying world to fight one last time side by side, as weapon and meister.
"I-I love you too, Soul Eater."
