"No! Maka!" Soul cried, seeing the defeated form of his meister. The two, albeit mostly Maka considering Soul had to mainly just, well, be a weapon, had been fighting a witch for the soul that she possessed. The soul that would have transformed Soul Eater into a Death Scythe.
"Awe, looks like your little meister's got a boo-boo!" The witch, who greatly resembled a cheetah, laughed. "I suppose I'm done with you two now, seeing as I've already successfully gotten one. It's now a matter of time." The witch, just a quickly as she had appeared, managed to slip back into the darkness once again.
"Maka, come on, dying isn't cool!" Soul shouted once again. Blood splattered her black jacket, but the main source of blood was her sweater vest. Crimson to the core.
"It's okay, Soul." Maka sighed quietly. Despite her face twisted with pain, his meister had managed to keep a faltering smile on her face. "Don't be so sad."
"Dammit Maka! Shut up while I call Death!" Soul shouted, frantically scribbling the number onto a piece of shard glass. He'd noticed that he'd split his finger open in the proccess, but he didn't care. Not when the life of his meister was in question.
"Sup? Hey, howdy Soul! How'd the mission go?" The Grim Reaper asked cheerfully. His tone changed when he saw the desperate expresion on Soul's face.
"Send Stein. Right now." Soul panted, in need of breath. The Shinigami nodded vigorously. All Soul could do was wait for Stein and try to keep his meister alive.
"Damn." Soul whispered, looking again at Maka's wound. "Maka-"
"It'll all be okay Soul." Maka whispered hoarsely. "I promise."
Who would've guessed that those two words would have been some of her last?
She began to close her eyes slowly, wavering back and forth. Soul took notice. He saw Stein off in the distance, running toward the two.
"Oh, crap!" Soul shouted, shaking Maka slightly. "Don't do this now, Maka, he's almost here-" He began, but was cut off by his meister.
"Soul." She coughed. "Takee care of Crona for me, okay?"
"Promise you won't leave me, Maka! Can you just promise me that?"
Once again, Maka coughed out her words. "I promise."
If only Stein had been a few seconds faster.