Hi I'm Darkmyr-InuYashaFan! this is my first Soul Eater FanFiction so I hope that I did okay...
WARNING: Soul and Maka are OOC!
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater
Show Me Your Scars:
Maka P.O.V
I jammed the key into the lock and unlocked the door. Picking up the grocery shopping, I pulled down the doorknob and used my hip to push open the door.
"Soul! I'm back!" I yelled out and found the white-haired boy of sixteen lounging on the couch in front of the TV.
"Hey Maka" Soul greeted me, his eyes not moving from the screen.
I sighed as I placed the groceries on the counter and began unpacking them.
"Soul, go have a shower while I make dinner" I added as Soul flicked the on/off button on the remote, he flicked his right hand in a wave to acknowledge my instruction as he walked off.
I heard Soul's door to his room shut and Soul rounded the corner as I plated up the beef stroganoff. "Soul, dinner's rea-" I stopped and stared at Soul in horror, he was wearing a pair of red track pants that hung on his hips and he left his torso bare. My eyes trailed the gruesome scar that ran from his left shoulder to his right hip. I turned away from him and wrapped my arms over my chest; it had been three years since I had seen that scar and memories flooded through my mind.
"Soul… put on a shirt" I whispered and covered my eyes with my palm to stop the tears threatening to spill over. I remembered the time when I was twelve-years-old, fighting Chrona with Soul. I flinched as I remembered when Soul ordered me to use him s a guard, even though he was covered in cuts. I shocked as I remembered how at the last moment, Soul reverted back to his human from his human from and shielded me from Chrona as he swung Ragnarok and the blade ran over Soul's torso, making crimson liquid rain everywhere.
Soul protected me; he protected me, and ignored the fact that he could he throwing away his very life. Suddenly there was warmth around where the icy guilt had been and I turned around and hung onto Soul, only then I released my tears. I cried until my tears ran dry and I looked up to see Soul looking at me.
He doesn't need words to show how he felt, it was written on his face. I pressed my cheek to his bare chest and listened to Soul's steady heartbeat, my fingers trailed over the jagged lines of the scar. Soul tightened his arms around me and I felt his lips kiss my hair. He then lifted my hand from his scar and kissed each fingertip, then finally my mouth.
He doesn't need words to tell me that it wasn't my fault. By kissing me like this, he showed me that he shows his scars to the world not as a warning, but as an achievement, the achievement of keeping me alive, his one and only treasure.
Yeah... I do hope I didn't rush it... I tend to do that a lot... :/
Please review :)