A/N: Ok, new story! This is my first time writing Soul Eater, death, romance, and in third person. This is completely made up. I made it in Language Arts cause I had to. So it's not like anyone's going to read this… but if anyone IS, then I'll stop rambling…
Warnings: OOCness
Disclaimer: If I owned this, do think I would be making a fanfiction about it?
"S-soul?"
"I'm here Maka," he whispered.
"Is everyone o-okay?" her voice sounded tired and beaten. Defeated. Like giving up.
"Maka-" his voice cracked. He sounded tired too, but he also sounded desperate. Like he was holding back tears. The red-eyed boy quickly tried to regain composure. "Let's get you to Lord Death. This is so uncool that you got beaten like this."
The blonde girl cracked a small smile and even giggled. The boy sighed; maybe she would be all right. He must have jinxed something as she coughed up some blood staining her hand and clothes. The boy winced in sympathy.
The albino grunted as he picked her up. Or tried to. She was like a child who didn't want to be picked up, keeping all of her weight on the ground.
"Don't Soul." Her voice was barely above a whisper.
"What?" he asked, not thinking she was serious.
"Don't"
He sank to his knees. "But-"
She interrupted by hitting him on the head with an extremely thick book. Where she got it, he had no idea.
"No." The emerald-eyed girl said between coughs, hacking up some more blood, leaving more stains. The boy rubbed his head. Not as bad as Maka-Chop, but it still hurt.
"Dammit Maka, why'd you do that?" he muttered looking at the ground. When he looked up, her eyes were glazed over.
"Maka?" he asked softly, hoping she had just zoned out. "Maka? Maka! Wake up! Damn!" the red-eyed boy shouted, pounding the ground, not looking at her; the tears were coming. He couldn't fight it; he let the tears flow. "No… no… you can't be dead. NO!"
After a few minutes, he had controlled himself a little more, and forced himself to look at her. He closed her eyes, picked her up, and dragged himself back to the fort.
A/N: I feel like I dragged this out too much. Heck, this is probably the shortest time I've taken to write a story. Reviews are awesome *hint hint* Constructive criticism is welcome, and flames are used to roast marshmallows.