He whimpers
Soul X Maka
I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER
But if I did….. *laughs evilly* never mind…
Rated k+ just in case…..
She was on the verge of death and the saddest part was, was that he couldn't do anything to save her.
"But Maka don't you realize how uncool that-"
Maka growled hoarsely,"shut it, Soul."
"Shutting."
Maka's eyes drooped dangerously low. "Come on Maka stay awake, that would be so uncool if you die-" he couldn't even finish his sentence.
She smiled weakly at him.
"Just, don't die Maka."
"I won't."
If only he could have done something...
"Because if you die," he whispered, "I'll die too."
He clutched her hand harder as her eyes shut, "Soul?" Then she was gone.
He held her body closer to his, not caring about her blood drenching his clothes, he stood up and looked at the grinning moon. He couldn't hear her breathing. Blood stained her clothes... He screamed. He couldn't feel her soul.
-Before-
"Soul, we have a mission tomorrow," Maka told her weapon as she stared at the pages of her book, not reading anything anyway. Soul grunted as he flickered through the channels on the T.V. She watched his chest move every time he breathed before blushing and looking away. She loved him. Red eyes...
The mission was very simple really, kill the Kishin and take his soul, right? No, mission was not simple, at all. They not only had to kill one Kishin, they had to kill ten somewhere along the lines, they had messed up, their was only one Kishin left, and he was toughest one of all. Especially, making this even more difficult when the Kishin had slashed Maka's chest with a sharp claw. Soul's eyes widened as he quickly changed into his human form. "Maka," he yelled, trying to keep his cool. She didn't respond. The
Kishin, growing bored with his 'little game' left the area. Soul ran towards Maka and gently flipped her over, his breathe caught, the gash was like his own, except on the opposite side, and it was deeper. "Maka," he whimpered, not caring about being cool. He whimpered again when her eyes barely opened.
She was on the verge of death. Soul had already called the nurse from the academy. They NEEDED to hurry up. And the saddest part was, was that he couldn't do anything to save her. He inwardly whimpered.
"I think," Maka whispered, "I t-think its time for me to go," her eyes slowly started closing. Soul panicked.
"But Maka don't you realize how uncool that-"
Maka growled hoarsely,"Shut it, Soul."
"Shutting."
Maka's eyes drooped dangerously low. "Come on Maka stay awake, that would be so uncool if you die-" he couldn't even finish his sentence.
She smiled weakly at him.
"Just, don't die Maka."
"I won't."
If only he could have done something...
"Because if you die," he whispered, "I'll die too."
He clutched her hand harder as her eyes shut, "Soul?" Then she was gone.
He held her body closer to his, not caring about her blood drenching his clothes, he stood up and looked at the grinning moon. He couldn't hear her breathing. Blood stained her clothes...
He screamed.
He couldn't feel her soul.
He loved her.
-The end until part two my friends...-