This is a version I myself created of when Soul almost dies in that episode against Crona, he doesn't survive Stein's operation. This is what I think what would have happened. Enjoy.
Blood splattering across the ground and her outfit. The white-haired form shielding her from a life-threatening hit. The scream as the form came crashing down.
"SOUL!"
The horrible memory kept replaying in Maka's mind as she sat, curled up in a fetal position with her face buried in her arms, outside the door. She had been waiting there for hours, curled up in hope. He'll be fine, right? It's Soul, after all. He's my partner, my weapon. He wouldn't do this to me…..right? She thought, fear prickling at her.
Finally. The door opened. She looked up, green eyes blurred with hope."Is he okay?" Her voice sounded weak and worried. Hoarse, even. Stein wasn't looking at her, his glasses reflecting light, blocking her from seeing what was in his eyes.
"So….he's okay?" She asked. Stein eventually found his voice. "I'm sorry, Maka. Soul didn't survive the operation. His wounds were too severe."
Maka smiled and stood. "I know you're kidding, Professor! You shouldn't kid around with people like that!" She walked inside.
Spirit looked up; he'd been walking towards Maka, but as he noticed her go inside, he looked at Stein. "She…..She doesn't believe you, does she?" He asked. Stein shook his head. "She'll need a while of her own time to understand." He said, biting down forcefully on the cigarette in his mouth.
Back inside the room, on the bed was a body and a blanket laid over it, as any deceased would. "Hey, Soul. Wake up. Professor Stein tried to tell me you didn't make it! Isn't that messed up?" Maka laughed. She uncovered his face.
His eyes were closed, in an expressionless state. Maka was still smiling, although tears were building up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. "Come on Soul, it's not funny. Wake up!" She said.
Black Star and Tsubaki, whom had just heard the news, walked in silently. Tsubaki's face was fixed with sadness, putting a fist in front of her mouth to prevent herself from sobbing as she saw Maka. "M-Maka…..we heard about Soul…" She murmured, her voice barely a whisper. Maka looked over with a smile. "It's okay guys, he's just asleep. Professor Stein must have given him some strong medicine!" She said.
Black Star was silent. For once, his face was hidden, only shadows covering his eyes and mouth. As Maka spoke, his hands curled into fists, which were trembling.
As Maka was about to speak, Black Star finally snapped."Maka, he's dead! Professor Stein told us already! Stop pretending he's asleep, because he's not! He's dead! He's dead…." Black Star had burst into tears, crying over his best friend and continuously whispering, "He's dead…."
Tsubaki's head was lowered, tears dripping onto the floor. Maka said nothing, just wrapped her arms around Soul, burying her face into his cold chest."I'm so sorry…I'm so sorry….Soul….." She sobbed."I screwed up…..this is all my fault…!"
The room was silent, the soft sobbing of Maka the only noise. Stein slowly walked inside, Spirit following. Maka's father gently took her out of the room, and Tsubaki and Black Star followed silently.
Maka turned, reaching out for the room as if she would be pulled to it. Spirit closed his blue eyes solemnly and turned her around, so she was face to face with an oddly- asymmetrical looking Kid.
His yellow eyes were dark, as if he were storming up what to say. Instead he closed his eyes and turned."Come with me. " Patty and Liz were on either side of him, looking at her with saddened, sympathy-filled glances.
Maka followed, head down. She didn't speak, or for that matter sob anymore; she had a face fixed with nothing but hatred for herself. When she looked up, she was in Death's office-like area.
"Maka." The Reaper's goofy-voice was calm and solemn. "I understand how you feel about losing your weapon like this. " He reached out to her with one of his large hands. She didn't move a muscle.
"We've found several other weapons –" She looked up, fury burning in her eyes.
"Other weapons! I just caused my partner's death, and you want me to get another one!" She spat, falling into sobs again. "Soul was my only partner! I was supposed to make him a Death Scythe!" She wailed, falling to her knees in sobs.
Death let out a soft sigh. "Very well then. Kid, will you please escort her to her house?" He asked his son. Kid nodded, and began walking out. "Come on, Maka. " He said, voice slightly harsh. Liz and Patti stayed behind, and Maka numbly stood, following.
"You know I'm not nonchalant about this." Kid said, speaking softly and walking at a quick pace. "You know I do care, don't you?" He said, looking back at her as she silently followed."He wasn't just your friend."
She continued walking, listening to every word he said even though it didn't look like it. Eventually Kid stopped in front of the house. Maka opened the door and walked inside. Kid followed silently. As she plopped herself down onto the couch, he did the same.
"I didn't act like I cared because…..I didn't want them to see me like this." He said, giving a weak smile as Maka looked at him. To be honest, he looked terrible.
"As I said before, Soul wasn't only your friend. Although I regret his death, I greatly respect the fact that he died defending you, his meister. Perhaps you meant another thing as well." He said, and his eyes closed slightly.
"But now we have to move on. After all, Soul wouldn't think it was 'cool' that we were still here, crying over his death." He said, and left.
Maka sat there for minutes, maybe hours. She was curled up on the couch, eyes still filled with tears that wouldn't stop flowing. Even Blaire was silent. When she glanced out the window, it was dark outside.
She dragged herself off the couch and stopped in the hallway. She glanced blindly at her room, and stumbled into Soul's. Everything in there still reminded her of him in every way, which made more tears well up. He forgot to make his bed… She thought, a loud sob escaping her as she looked at it.
Bottom lip trembling, she walked slowly, step by step, towards the bed. She curled up in it, and cried into the pillow for what seemed like hours. Blaire silently curled up next to her, her fur flattened where small rivers of tears flowed.
Soul…I hope you can hear me. Maka thought, still sobbing. You were my best friend…and the best weapon a Scythe Meister could have….And I hope you forgive me…you never became a Death Scythe. Please…..forgive me…..forgive me…..
She began repeating the same two words in her mind, sobbing each time the statement finished. Her hands curled up, making the pillow smash in her grip.
Forgive me.
Okay. That's all for you guys. If I get…..say, 2-5 reviews, I'll make another chapter. Trust me, you'll love the ending if I continue. ;) See you later3
-ShadandSilv