I sat in the shade of the trees, letting the wind blow over my face. It felt good, helping to wash away the anger and bloodlust that always came close to consuming me during battle. Adrenaline can be a powerful thing, but it wasn't just that. Perhaps it was partly because of Soul's black blood, or perhaps I was simply just born this way. I may have had the grigori soul but in the middle of battle I was no angel.
I sighed to myself. Wondering why it bugged me so much, knowing that my own ruthlessness had saved my life countless times but despising it none the less. The wind blew again, taking with it more of the rage. It felt good, cold and soothing, therapeutic for her tired mind and body.
"You okay Maka?" Soul said as he came over and sat beside me, his white hair blowing into his face causing him to shake his head in irritation.
"Mhmm, just tired" I smiled at him, when he handed me a coke from a vending machine that had somehow been spared from the destruction that had torn up the rest of the street. I sighed again, the fight had not been particularly hard, but the stupid kishin had decided to show itself in the middle of a crowded plaza. It had been brutal trying to protect the people from the kishin, without chopping them up myself. Not to mention all the debris flying everywhere.
I groaned leaning my head back, the pain in my abdomen making itself apparent as the adrenaline slowly receded. There were so many people everywhere, when the little girl ran right into the middle of that rocks path… I jumped in front of it of course, but unfortunately my ribs had to pay the price.
I poked and prodded hissing when I hit a particularly sensitive spot. Soul came to sit in front of me, his forehead creased. "I thought you said you were okay?" He lifted up my shirt a little bit, careful not to touch anything, and growled when he saw the area that was now becoming a beautiful yellow.
"Don't worry" I said, laughing when he muttered something about careless meisters, "It looks worse than it feels. I'm pretty sure that one of my ribs cracked but that's it, nothing broken."
He gave me one of those looks that only Soul can pull of, insulting, sardonic, and nonchalant all at the same time. If it weren't for the slight tightness around his eyes one would have thought he didn't care at all, I still Maka chopped him for good measure though.
While Soul was passed out on the ground, a worrying amount of blood pooled around his head, I managed to get myself into a standing position, in no small part helped by the low hanging branches of the tree. Without a word, Soul picked himself up of the ground and came to support my left side so there wouldn't be too much strain on my cracked rib.
We made our way back to the hotel like that. Kishin blood from my clothes and hands, staining his, his heart beat a steady reminder of the partner who was currently keeping me from falling flat on my face. I smiled slightly to myself happy despite the pain. While I could never like the anger, the bloodlust, I could accept it, because it's not only me that it's kept alive all this time.
