This is my first attempt at a soul eater fic, per usual constructive criticism is deeply appreciated! Review! and I Do Not Own Soul Eater or Any of the characters.
This will probably be a sad story for a while but if you stick through it with me, it will get better! If you'd like to see it go a different way please let me know in the Reviews!
Thanks! Enjoy!
Crona was washing dishes; one plate belonged to him and had almost no food on it. The other plate belonged to the heart broken friend that had most of the food still on it untouched. Walking back and forth from the kitchen to the dining table, putting things away, Crona kept himself busy. Behind him down the hall a shower was running with a small girl sitting at the bottom letting the water fall down her back. She lived in a cozy two bedroom apartment that once was full of joy and now was quiet except for the noises of friends that would stop by. Tears streamed down her face as she clutched onto her legs and stared at the other side of the shower wall. A faint knock at the door and muffled words could be heard on the other side, but much like the other days, she wasn't listening.
The door slowly creaked open and Crona, a tall thin boy with lavender hair, and Tsubaki a tall dark haired girl, walked into the bathroom. Crona turned off the water and Tsubaki held out a towel. The girl in the tub looked up at her friends. Her hair was all matted down and the water made her skin dry. Her name was Maka and usually she could function but since the tragedy, nothing was the same. Maka stood up and Tsubaki put the towel around her as Crona left to Maka's room. Her curtain was open and the window faced the street, in the distance was the beautiful architecture of the DWMA.
Maka slowly put on shorts and a t-shirt. All the clothing she wore at night was his because it smelled like him and it was a reminder of the piece of her that was missing. Crona began running a brush through Maka's hair as she stared at a picture on the other side of the room. It was in a box but the outline of his white hair and red eyes could be seen just enough that she started crying again. Maka was not a weak person; I don't want you to get the wrong idea here. She just couldn't handle being herself anymore if he wasn't there with her.
Tsubaki noticed what Maka had been staring at and quickly picked up the box and moved it to the room across the hall. Since the incident, either Tsubaki or Crona would stay the night with Maka in hopes to cheer her up but nothing seemed to be working. Sometimes both of them would stay and even though the conversation would usually only be between the two of them, It was good for Maka to be around her friends. Crona tucked Maka into her bed and kissed her on the head. Tsubaki led the way out into the living room and she and Crona sat on the couch.
"Crona, what are we going to do?" Tsubaki whispered. She clutched a pillow close to her and thought of everything that had occurred.
"I really don't know, I can't handle seeing her like this, I want to be the friend that she's always been for me but it's like she doesn't even see me anymore." Crona put his hands on his head and looked at the ground. "Tsubaki, if you want to go the hospital tonight, you can. I will take my sleeping bag into her room and stay there."
In the other room Maka could hear her friends moving around in her living room. 'I wonder who will stay here tonight?' she thought to herself. She was on her back and looked at the ceiling. There were a few little holes here and there where Soul had placed a picture of her father. They would stay up and throw darts at the picture. It had only lasted for a while and it was only because her father had drunkenly made a fool of himself at an award ceremony for Maka. She remembered receiving the reward and looking back at the table where Soul sat smiling at her. He had always been proud of her accomplishments and had always pushed her along. She thanked him time and time again for being such a good friend to her but he never knew how much more he was to her. This situation did not make her realize that she loved her best friend, she knew that all along. Now though, he would never know. She could smell him on her and thought of his smile before finally letting sleep calm her and let her dreams take her away from the painful thoughts.
Crona said as he looked around the room at all the spots that were missing pictures of Soul before speaking again. "Also, I think we should talk to Kidd. He wasn't there with you guys so he seems to be more emotionally stable." Anything that looked like he ever existed was gone except for the few clothes Maka kept in her room. Crona was so worried about the ghost that was now his friend Maka. Her empty eyes and slow movements, she no longer read her books or even smiles. There were no more conversations to be had with Maka because she was no longer a person, she was an empty body. Summer was coming to an end though and the others were getting ready to go to their new jobs.
Tsubaki sighed and looked at her watch. 7:35 p.m. Her eyes began to tear up before she remembered how she needed to be strong for her best friends. "Yes, I should probably go see black*star, I haven't been able to all day." She picked up her things and gave Crona a hug. Tsubaki walked to the DWMA and into the hospital. Lying in the bed was her meister, black*star. His blue hair still stuck out everywhere and if it wasn't for that, he was hardly recognizable. He couldn't breathe on his own and was hooked up to a machine. It had been six weeks but he was healing, the process was extremely slow in order to make it less painful. On the other hand the last seven and a half weeks had been immensely painful for Tsubaki. She took a seat next to his bed and held his hand. "I'm here again." She said to him.
Death the Kidd walked in and put a hand on Tsubaki's shoulder. "How are you?" he asked her.
"I'm alright, it's hard watching him like this but I know that he's getting better. I feel so incredibly bad for Maka though. What are we going to do Kidd?" She rested her head on his arm.
"We need to get her out of that damn apartment first. Has anyone been into Soul's room?"
"No, and she won't dare go in there, she acts like it's a bomb site and is very cautious whenever she's around it." Tsubaki explained.
"Well we need to get in there and start moving things out. She needs a new roommate, someone to take her mind off of Soul being-"much like the rest of the group, no one could come to terms to what they had witnessed. No one could say the one thing that was haunting them; the near vegetative state of their beloved friend black*star, the emotional wreck of the beloved friend Maka and the death of their hero, Soul Eater Evans.
