Title: Forces of Nature
Author: Sierra
Pairing: Medusa/Maka, Soul/Maka
Note: This was originally a challenge Completely Frazzled issued to Pip for our 100 souls 100 themes because that chick loves Yuri…don't ask me why. Anyway, I pulled their names out of a hat by accident, laughed and somehow it flooooooowed. Weird neh? Anyway…Not a Yuri writer but I tried ^^.
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It's an eternal dance. Two entities, anomalies, raw powers duking it out for an eternity of a moment. Her moves are strategized, strange and magical. Hers unpracticed, new, raw, random and powerful. But above all else she is dangerous.
It's an odd thing realising that the person you're fighting, the person who once feared you, who you once brushed off as a simple pawn could be just as dangerous as you are.
Medusa cannot predict her as she can Stein, Marie or Chrona. She is swift and deadly like a hurricane; a force of nature.
Maka cannot peg her. She is an enigma to the girl, predictable as a waterfall but so incessant in her barrage that that doesn't really matter.
There is a code of respect among enemies like them. A nemesis will never underestimate their counterpart. Often they are very much the same except for one glaring difference. Another part of the code is that in a fight they are the center of the world; the goal, no one else exists but them. The last is that in a fight...there are no rules.
Soul doesn't exist to Maka. In that moment he was just a weapon, poised to destroy the obstacle blocking her, at her disposal. His shouts of worry fall on deaf ears, he fears she's lost herself to the madness that permeates the enclosed room they're in and surrounds them like a poisonous gas, silent, deadly and undetectable. That wasn't the case. She was fully in control. But it was a secret; a dangerous tango between her and Medusa that should one miss a step it would be over and the other would rise victorious.
Medusa hears Soul's shouts and threats through she tries to ignore them too. In a moment of weakness she finds herself wishing she had someone to worry for her state of mind.
Her relapse of concentration allowed Maka her opening. She felt herself crash into the wall but didn't at the same time.
She laughs maniacally as a twisted smile reaches Maka's face. It's not the insanity causing it, it's her.
"We're very alike you and I," Medusa continues to laugh as blood fills her lungs and air becomes scarce.
"She's nothing like you!" Soul shouts. And Maka still can't hear him.
"Ah, you'd like to believe that wouldn't you?"
Medusa is happy in her last moments. She has had a prideful, well deserved and totally appropriate end.
She is satisfied in knowing that she has passed the torch unto someone as worthy as this storm cloud of power, this technician...this Maka. She is satisfied in knowing that she has won.
Corrupting the truly righteous is always a villains greatest accomplishment.
And so she dies, lulled into eternal sleep by the echoes of her nemesis' name shouted by someone who loves her.