"Kid!"
The weapons' words rang across the battle field, sheer panic engulfing his tone.
No—This wasn't happening, not now. It couldn't—It was Kid, he was a Reaper for Death's sake, he was okay—Right? An attack like that wouldn't stop him, right?
Then why wasn't he getting up? Why was his blood pooling out around him? why were the sisters crouched over his motionless body?
No…This was wrong, it was all wrong.
The scythe's Meister, Maka, had taking down the last clown on their end just in time for the weapon to transform back and rush to the falling Reaper's side—The one on that end being taking care of soon after the boy's failure by the professor and Death Scythe.
Now there was only silence, pure, nerve wracking silence.
Dropping to his knees crimson eyes scanned over the motionless Meister, hands scurrying over his torso and finding the wound—
Straight through his heart.
No—This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't!
"Kid—Kid come on, Kid, say something!"
He begged, tone drowning out with fright and worry, features twisted with agony and complete and utter heart break. Trembling now his hand went down to grip the other's firmly, fingers wrapping around as he only continued to beg for some kind of sign that he was alive.
And there it was, a weak, long groan that passed the boy, blood being coughed out as his expression went from one of nothing to one of pure pain, his once motionless hand gripping the weapon's back, weakly, but it was still something.
"Nn—Soul…?"
"I'm here Kid, I'm here—You're going to be okay, you hear me? You're going to be okay. Look at me, please, look at me."
With eyes half lidded the weakest of smiles tugged at his lips, though, his head shook just slightly—Which made the scythe's heart sink straight down into his stomach.
"No—Kid come on, hang in there you're going to be okay just hang in there—"
"I love you…"
Tears welled within his golden orbs, though, his smile never did leave, it was almost ominous—He knew what was going on, exactly what was happening to his body and what had happened.
He was greeting death with open arms.
Slowly but surely the grip on Soul's hand was gone, there was nothing—Not one little sign, just a limp hand within his own, eyes going wide as tears streamed down his cheeks.
No…This wasn't right—It couldn't end like this…No.
"Ki-Kid? Kid!"