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Summary: The sky was clear that day. Blue and white. It wasn't too sunny, not too windy. It was just fine. The day was perfect. Well, almost.

ALMOST PERFECT

The sky was clear that day. Blue and white. It wasn't too sunny, not too windy. It was just fine. The day was almost perfect. They were underneath a tree, Soul and Maka. Yes, their day was perfect. Almost. If it wasn't for the kishin they encountered earlier, it would have been perfect.

"H-Hey, I have something to tell you." The ash-blonde girl said, reaching up to his face.

The white-haired scythe smiled, leaning against her touch. "What is it?"

"Soul, I love you." Maka mumbled, smiling at her partner.

Soul let out a chuckle. "You only say that now?" he said, caressing her face. "Did you know that I do too?" he asked, tucking the strands of her hair behind her ear. Maka was lying down the grass, his lap serving as her pillow. "I love you too, Maka."

"R-Really?" she gasped.

He nodded. "You're so stupid." He smiled at her. "You didn't notice?" he asked, patting her head. She gave a small shake of the head. "I've probably always had..."

He remembered that time he protected Maka from Crona. That time he got his scar. He didn't want her hurt. He'll do everything to keep her safe.

"...And, that never changed and never will." He continued. "I probably am stupid too since I only got to tell you now." He held her hand. "Why did we have to wait for this time to come before we admitted to each other?" he asked. "Did you know that I love your eyes? No matter how much I look at them, I never get tired." He said.

Maka smiled at this, giving a slight nod. "I never knew..."

"And, I love your hands. They're so tough yet, gentle." He squeezed her hand. "Then, your lips. I've always wondered about your lips though." He leaned down to touch her lips with his. It was a brief kiss and yet, they took all the emotions wrapped together with it. When Soul pulled away, he smiled at her. "I've just knew they're so soft." He said, tracing her lower lip with his thumb.

Maka closed her eyes, smiling as she gave Soul's hand a squeeze. "I love everything about you, Soul." She whispered.

Soul nodded, grinning at her. "Of course. I'm the best guy after all." He smirked afterwards. "And you're the best girl there is, Maka."

The meister held on tighter to her weapon. "I love you," she mumbled. "Soul."

Soul closed his eyes as well. "I love you too, Maka." He nodded, still holding on to his meister's hand. "I love it when you say my name, M-Maka." He said. Finally, his voice started to waver as he felt the warmth of her hands slowly vanish. "M-Maka, s-say my name a-again."

There was no more response.

"M-Maka, say my name, please." He wrapped an arm around her shoulder as he raised her up to bring her face to his. He leaned his head, his forehead meeting hers. "W-Why did we wait so long?" he asked. "I shouldn't have kept my feelings."

He looked around. There was nobody there. "Maka, I'm so sorry." He apologized, wrapping his arms around her body. "I should've p-protected you more."

His meister stayed quiet.

"Don't be so unfair, Maka." He chuckled. "We're partners. Now, lovers." He smiled, pulling her close to him. "You can't leave me like this!" he let go of the tears finally. Her body was slowly losing her warmth. "You can't go!" he shouted at her, still embracing her. "We're supposed to be together! Don't leave me, please!" he begged, looking up the sky. "Don't take her, please." He held tighter to her.

"Do you remember that time when you're fighting those kishins? You're strong, Maka!" he shouted again. "You can't go like this." He pulls away, his hands still steadying her shoulders.

Maka looked like a princess, sleeping. Only, Soul knew that his princess is now entering an eternal sleep. He shook his head. "I should've protected you better." His tears continued to fall. "I should be the one in that state." He glared at his foot which seemed broken already. "Instead, you protected me from that kishin." He looked back at her. "I'm weak Maka, I can't be strong without you." He shook her.

"Wake up..."

No response.

"Maka..."

Still no response.

"Maka, I love you so much."

The rain poured all of a sudden as if joining the stream of salty water pouring from the cheeks of the scythe who lost his meister, best friend and lover. The warmth of her body was now gone completely. She lied in his arm, lifeless.

Yes, the day was almost perfect. If only he wasn't lamenting over her, yes, it would have been perfect.

~FIN~

Sorry if that's too sad for a first one-shot in this collection. I'll write up a good one so, watch out for it! Also, I'm accepting requests! If you want to request an M-rated fanfic, well, I'll go and make a different story collection containing M-rating stories. So, yeah. Read and review! You'll be blessed!