The death of my beloved meister has passed over three centuries. Her cause of death was unidentified. Her body was never found but a puddle of her blood was found near a body of a Kishin. The coroner stated that with that much blood loss, it is impossible to live. Soon afterwards, a body was found inside the kishin's stomach. It was too damaged to be identified, but he knew that it was her.
It's been 316 years already. Its been so long since I saw her smile, felt her soft touch, smelled her vanilla shampoo in her hair… oh I miss her. I miss the moments where I got to hold her hand, when she place her head on my chest as we danced, where she swayed to the music as I played the piano, when I felt the warmth of her lips as they press against mine. I miss her, I miss her so much. The pain only worsens as the years pass. The pain only retreats when I am in the middle of battle, focused on completing my mission. But even then, I miss the way she wielded me. The way she danced through a battle with grace. I missed protecting and guarding her. I miss my beloved Maka.
When will I die?
That has been a thought repeating through my mind. My soul aches in the absence of its other half. My soul wants to go where she is, but this cursed blood that flows through my veins prevent me from joining her. My body refuses to decay and my mind is still sharp. Although my soul withers every day, my body and mind fights to live. I keep thinking that death will soon come to me. However, as each day passes, death refuses to keep me company.
Maka, I miss you. I need you.
It's been centuries. Only Kid, now Death Lord/ Shinigami live beside me and keep me company. I remember when I last attempted to kill myself, Kid stopped me. He looked at me with pained eyes and told me to stop. He told me that there is more to this life than loneliness. I didn't believe him. After several hours of yelling at each other, Kid finally told me something that made me stop. Well it was not necessarily delivered through words, but through his eyes. Something wise and other worldly made me believes that there is a reason why I was given this body. Those eyes almost said, "She's coming back." So I stopped trying to take my own life. I continued my job as a death scythe with hope. It's been over 150 years since that has happened though and I am beginning to doubt him. I am still stuck in my 27 year old body, the age where I learned to control the black blood without help from Maka.
Sigh.
"Soul, a Kishin was spotted 30 miles from your location. Eliminate it before it reaches main central and isolate its soul."
"Copy. Death Scythe, moving out. Target will be acquired without meister. Expected termination will occur in 40 minutes. Contact patrol. Move all citizens underground."
I transformed into a scythe and flew to Central. Kishin was a Level R1. Easy enough. I transformed all but my arms to human form and staked out the Kishin. I was about to attack when a girl with ash brown hair and a slim figure jumped into the air and cut the Kishin with a blade similar to a scythe. She was wearing all black and a mask covered her face.
No way. Can it be?
The girl swiftly maneuvered herself in such a way that her blade cut around the soul and basically carved it out. Soul extraction is a complicated skill that only a few meisters have mastered. Even Maka was not capable of that. The battle was finished and I approached her.
"Death scythe approaching. Identify yourself, meister." Her body froze. She dropped her blade and removed her mask.
"Maka?" I spoke with a bare whisper. It can't be her. It was not possible. I was about to rush over to her when she turned around. She raised her eyebrow and cleared her throat when she saw me.
"Maka Albarn. Special Force AAA Single Squad. Scythe specialist. It's been a while, Soul. It took some time, but I'm back."
