A/N: Here are 10 drabbles that came to me randomly. The drabble "Eyes" is based off of the manga chapter 63. So if you haven't read it, you should. Lol. And drabble "Value" is based off of the anime episode 7. Please enjoy. I plan on adding a one-shot chapter to this fanfic and perhaps even more drabbles. Reviews are greatly appreciated.
Piano
A quiet noise plays. It sounds ominous, but at the same time lonely. I become drawn in. My feet move on their own, finding the source. A boy with unique features is playing on a grand piano.
I smile when he turns to look at his lone audience. I hold out my hand. He grins as he reaches for my outstretched limb. A peculiar feeling passes through us. We knew that this was the start of something good.
Blood
I use to think that Soul's eyes resembled the color of blood. They are so vibrant and red.
I was wrong.
When Soul's body crumbled to the floor, a dark liquid was spilling out of his chest. The fluid was nothing like his eyes. It looked likeā¦like black. It continued to pour out of him. My white gloves were soaked with this precious life force.
I was scared.
Darkness
I'm sinking. It's always like this. The blackness slowly pulls me in. I try to fight it, but it's easier to just fall with it. Why should I fight it anyway? I continue to sink.
"Soul!"
Huh? I look up. A pig-tailed angel is reaching out to me.
Oh yeah. Now I remember why I need to fight. A certain partner of mine would be unhappy with me to give in so quickly. She would probably chop my head with a damn book. I stretch out my hand towards hers and finally grasp it.
No way is a cool guy like me is going to give into the darkness when there is light. It's just not my style.
Trust
Soul always thought that I was a little crazy. I would jump off a building or bridge to tackle down an enemy with no hesitation. It would frustrate him to no end.
"Sometimes I think that you lose all your smartness whenever you see an edge, Maka. You're not superwoman for Pete's sake! If it wasn't for me, who knows how long you would've lasted." I smile as he rants, annoyed at me.
Doesn't he get it? He's the reason why I don't hesitate. I trust him to always be there to catch me.
Soul
Everyone has a soul that is unique to them. Some souls are energetic, other are reserved. My Soul, on the other hand, is the most special of them all and I like to keep him all to myself.
It's a little secret of mine.
Eyes
That firm glaze of determination in her eyes makes my body twitch in anticipation. It means that the kishin's soul in front of us is ours for the kill.
Those same emerald eyes can cause my resolve to buckle almost instantly. They sparkle at me when she has found out that me being a death scythe means that we can fly.
"I want fluffy angel wings!" The bright eyes beam at me, filled with glee. I sigh. She always tends to get that she really wants in the end.
Value
"I am your weapon partner, Maka! That means that I am always ready to protect and die for my meister."
No Soul.....you're much more than that. Can't you see what you value truly is? In my eyes, you're irreplaceable. Sometimes, I wish that you would see and treat yourself as such.
Books
Weapons in disguise.
Don't be deceived. They can hit you like a brick. They're also the enemy in more than just one way. They'll steal your precious roommate's attention easily. You watch as she smiles at a passage. Her face full of content. You scoff and glare.
"Soul? What's wrong?"
"Nothing." You unconsciously pout and click a button on the remote to change the channel. It was boring anyway.
She smiles with a gleam in her eyes. "Awwww. Are you jealous of a novel?"
Damn books.
Soft
I stare at the pale mass on his head, sticking out in different directions. My hand itches with curiosity. What does it feel like? Soul yawns and reaches for a carton of milk. He notices my glaze, "What? Why are you looking at me funny?"
I slowly reach up to grasp the white fluff. He stiffens as I coax my fingers through his hair. "It really is soft." I whisper.
Then I quickly let go and put my hand behind my back. "I was fixing your hair." I say with a smile and head to the living room, ignoring the gaping face of my roommate as he watches me go.
Death
It surrounds us. It strikes you when you least expect it. That's why we run. We run to combat this evil. In order to protect our loved ones from it.
We refuse to give up without a fight. I grip my weapon as I stare at the cause of death. A lady laid in the streets covered with blood. A kishin's soul was sizing us up for the coming battle.
So Death, here we come. Are you ready?
