I decided to try a non-humor fanfic, for a change.
Probably isn`t as good as the others, but I`ll give it a try.
Hope you have a good time.
I don`t own Soul Eater.
-X-
A name may or may not have different meanings.
But "Maka Albarn" surely did.
The said girl could be lots of things to lots of people. Including, of course, her partner, Soul Eater Evans.
But it surely did not matter what the other meanings for her name were. It did not matter what others thought of her. Everything else paled in comparison to her meaning to Soul.
Partner, meister, supporter, friend could all describe what he felt, but they were still not enough.
When he first saw her, he played for her. He thought she would leave like everyone else. A creepy dark song, which, in his own words, was "the kind of guy he was", wasn`t enough to make her leave.
From that moment on, from the moment she stayed for him, he knew there would be something different. Perhaps he wasn`t aware of the dimension his feelings would grow; perhaps he didn`t dream at that time that later on he`d be willing to die for her, like he`s claimed and proved many times, but he knew something would happen.
When he moved in, he felt a slight awkwardness in the air. He knew it would not be easy, he always had. But it was still a change. Nothing would be the same anymore.
But, as he looked to where Maka was, his ruby eyes following her movements, the strange feeling came back to him, and his insecurities vanished. It would all be alright.
When they fought together, helping each other mutually, the most simple of contacts made him happy. It made him feel as if the world, his world, was right there. It didn`t matter the rest. It only mattered their cooperation, helping each other.
When he saw her in danger, he was willing to make true his words:
"I`m prepared to die for my meister!"
He`d proved it before, and he was willing to prove it anytime. But what he really wondered to himself was if his words were only meant as a meister-weapon bond or if they had some other meaning behind it. He still wonders.
But now, as he sits on the couch in their small apartment, with Maka`s head, her hair free of it`s usual pigtails while he strokes it, on his lap, he could never be more sure that it was not the case.
He now knew one thing:
A name may have many meanings, but to him, the name "Maka" meant everything.
-X-
I do hope that wasn`t too bad…
You give me your opinion, then!
Review please? xP