Hey guys! TheSilverTriforce here. I've been thinking about this fanfiction A LOT, and I even stayed up pretty late to write it all down. It IS multiple chapters, but it'll probably end in four or five chapters... *sweatdrop* Aaaaanyways, I'm just gonna shut up and write now...
"Maka, have you been cutting again?" Soul asked, concerned. Maka remained silent, as she had been for the last six months. The scythe meister withdrew from him, curling into her little ball of what she felt was security.
"Maka." Soul said, sternly. She merely stared at him, her forest green eyes filled with depression and anxiety. She then held out her right wrist to show him three fresh, bloodied cuts.
Soul sighed. He felt helpless. What kind of weapon can't even protect his meister from herself? He had been asking himself the same question for the last six months.
"S-Soul?" A timid voice asked from the doorway of the infirmary. It was Crona, Maka's best friend, and one of the newer students at DWMA.
Maka looked over at Crona, a small smile appearing on her face.
Maka may have been happy to see him, but Soul was pissed.
"Where were you the last six months?!" Soul demanded.
Crona didn't know how to answer. He had been gone the last six months, leaving just after the incident.
"Tell me!" Soul yelled.
Crona flinched.
Soul stood up. It was then that Maka grabbed his wrist. Soul, shocked, looked down at her. She stared back with a look that clearly stated, "Don't."
So Soul sat down and began explaining to Crona what had happened.
