Maka and Spirit
Mending relationships, many believe that is simple.
Is it?
Believe mending such things will only bring more sadness.
Especially if one is no longer around.
Death tends to do such things.
Why did I not give you the light of day?
I am at fault, for not giving you a chance.
Why did I not give you that chance, why did this have to end like this!
It is too late now…No matter how many tears are shed, it is too late to mend what has been done.
"Maka..." Soul whispered to his meister, "It's too late...He's gone."
Maka shook her head rapidly; tears ran down her expression, "No, no it' can't be too late."
Soul let out a tired sigh; he glanced down at the cold ground. There lies the body of Death's former Death Scythe. His blood pooled around him from the wounds that spread around Spirit's body, "He's gone, Maka. There is nothing we can do now."
Maka let out a choked sob at Soul words, "Why…"
"You know why," Soul whispered to her, he crouched down next to her and kept his gaze directly at her, "He protected us from that keshin…that nearly killed us."
Maka did not mutter a word; she slowly reached over and combed her fingers through her father's bloody matted hair. Soul let out another sigh as he heard Maka sniffle signaling another round of tears. If one, that that made him uncomfortable is Maka crying, but considering the circumstance…
Soul hands nearly white and biting the inside of his check trying to keep his emotions in check. Despite how uncool he thought of the Death Scythe, he was the father of his meister and a sort of role model when it concerns of becoming a Death Scythe. Another thing was that, if he were to lose it now, Maka would only further down in agony.
"I should have listened to him," Maka whispered more to herself than to Soul.
"Maka…" Soul began to say to only be taken back a second later.
"He warned me, but I didn't bother to listen to him," Maka shouted, the tears ran down her pale cheeks, "I didn't listen to him, like all the other times. I never…. I never got the chance to tell him…"
"He knows Maka, he knows," Soul whispered glancing over at the short distance in front of them. His eyes narrowed at what he saw; it was a reptilian like keshin it began to glare at them menacingly, "Get yourself together; we have to finish this…for you dad."
Maka expression shortly darkened before it turned blank. She slowly got up and extended her arm towards Soul who promptly took it and turned into a scythe. The Meister glanced down at her father before she slowly walked away from her father's body and towards the monster that took him permanently away from her.
Maka swung the scythe around before she got into a fighting position and glared down at the monster, "For papa…"
In a silent agreement, the Miester with her weapon, and the Keshin charged at each other intending to finally finishing it….
Despite that fact you have left, I will do everything I can to remember the good memories.
The times we were all smiles and filled with hope and love.
I miss you and I hope we can one day… Mend what we had.
Fin…
Wow… This is a late response to a challenge from Amy-Chan. I am soooooo sorry I posted it late…I hope it lives up to your expectations.
D/C: I do not own Soul Eater