Ahhh, I just love posting new stories. I have other stories I should be finishing, but i can't think of a single idea for it. Anyway, I thought of this idea, and stuck with it. My original plan was to write 5 chapters before posting this, but I couldn't wait! I only have 3 chapters done, but oh well. I really hope you like this. Please review! BTW I suck at battle scenes, so bear with me(sp? lol)
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater.
"Watch out Maka!" Soul rammed his body against his meister's, throwing them both out of dodge of the oncoming attacks from the giant monster looming over them.
Tumbling against the ground, Soul held Maka close and made sure he was the only one receiving the beatings. When they stopped, Soul held his body over Maka's-protecting her from the monster behind them.
"Thank you Soul." Maka coughed the dirt from her chest. Taking a deep breath, Maka stood, and grabbed Soul's hand just as he transformed his body into a scythe. "Let's defeat this bastard once and for all."
"You got it." Soul agreed; a transparent image of him over the blade of the red and black weapon. Maka took one more deep breath as she charged her way over to the demon monster, leaping into the air, raising her weapon, and letting out a large battle cry.
As the blade came down, the monster's arm came up, and smacked Maka right in the chest, knocking the life from her. As Maka let out a huge gasp, she felt her body flying through the air and landing hard against a tree, smashing her skull against the trunk. She could feel the crack and warm liquid run down her neck. As she fell, she could hear her partner screaming for her to stay awake and alive; to get back up and fight.
She couldn't do it. He was too strong. They have been fighting this beast for hours, still not even putting a scratch on him. How can they not defeat him? They defeated the Kishin Asura after all!
"Soul! Maka!" New voices reached the pair. When Maka finally reached the floor, she was nearly unconscious. Soul quickly transformed into his human form, and held Maka close in his arms, begging her to open her eyes. Soul looked up, meeting the eyes of Kid and Black*Star; in their arms were the weapon forms of Liz, Patty, and Tsubaki.
"Is she okay?" Soul heard the voice of Tsubaki ask. Soul was about to say something, but was interrupted by the loud screeching noise coming from the monster behind them.
"You take care of Maka, we'll handle the beast." Kidd ordered as he stood up with Black*Star right behind him. Soul turned his attention back to his meister, who had opened her eyes to see what was going on.
"Maka, you're okay." Soul tightened the grip around his partner, squeezing tighter than he ever has before. When he felt two warm lips press against his shoulder, he released his hold a little bit, looking at the girl's face, shocked. Never in the time they've known each other, has she ever showed affection like that before.
"Soul," Maka coughed, a trickle of blood dripping down her chin. She placed her hand right over the spot where Soul's heart is. "I don't know if I'm going to be here for much longer-"
"Don't talk like that!" Soul hissed, tightening his fists into her clothing, and placing his hand over hers, squeezing it. "You will live-you will be okay. Pizza and ice cream for dinner right? Like you promised?"
Maka smiled. "That's not what I meant." She paused, thinking. "Just remember, no matter how lost things will seem, remember I will always be in here." She stopped talking, so she could move Soul's hand-from his heart, to her own. "Deep, deep inside. Never give up, okay?"
Hot tears fell onto Maka's shirt, without Soul's command. "I don't understand." He choked. Where was she going? Was she dying? Falling into a deep sleep? Madness?
"Soul," Maka whispered, as her eyes began to close. "I love you."
Soul gasped, his eyes wide in shock and fear. Before he could register his thoughts, Maka's own eyes flew open as she flew into a coughing fit; blood fought its way up her throat, spraying everywhere. Then, she just-stopped.
Her body fell limp in Soul's arms, and her chest barely moved. "NO!" Soul screamed. "Maka!" He buried his head into her neck, holding her as close as possible. This couldn't be happening! He failed to protect his meister, like he promised. He couldn't protect Maka.
How was he going to explain this to Spirit?
He was told to wait; to be patient. How in the hell was he supposed to do that when his meister was in another room, being operated on? He was pacing, his feet couldn't stay still-he had to do something, anything to keep his mind occupied on something other than her last words. I love you.
That couldn't be right! Right? Maka couldn't love Soul; she had no reason to. He was just her weapon, her partner in action. She was the one helping him to become the perfect Death Scythe. It was just a convenient relationship; like classmates who were teamed up for a report or project.
No. Maka and Soul's relationship was more than that. They were friends; best friends in fact. There couldn't be more, could there?
Soul's thoughts and pacing came to a stop when the door to Maka's room opened up, and Professor Franken Stein stepped out, wiping his hands with a handkerchief-a grieve expression on his face.
"How is she?" Soul started right away. "Is she alright?" He was about to freak out. It took five people-Kidd, Liz, Patty, Black*Star, and Tsubaki-to hold Soul back from destroying everything in his pathway.
Stein tucked the cloth away in his pocket, and fixed his glasses. "Maka Albarn is fine."
Six huge sighs of relief from the two meisters and four weapons. The rest of the group managed to hold off the beast long enough for reinforcements to help out. Together they defeated him and quickly got Maka to a doctor. They've been waiting all night, sticking around to give Soul moral support.
"Physically." Stein finished his sentence, cranking the large screw in his head. "Mentally is a whole new story."
"What are you talking about?" Soul nearly growled. It took all his willpower not to punch the mad genius in the face.
"Maka has . . . a concussion. She was injured very badly in the back of her head. It seems Maka has also . . . fallen into a small coma." Stein pushed his glasses up his nose one more time-preparing himself for the upcoming screams.
Stein was a little surprised to hear nothing, the only person who found the courage to speak was Black*Star.
"She'll come out of it . . . right?" He asked. His usual hyper, energetic super-ego self was long gone-for the moment at least.
Stein cranked his head screw twice, speaking the whole time. "Of course. It's like I said, only a small coma. I'd say there's a 90% chance she'll be awake in the next week."
The next week was the longest in the history of the world. Or it was to Soul at least. He was allowed to stay with Maka whenever he wanted, which was 24/7. He didn't eat, nor sleep. He barely left the hospital to change and shower. It took three days, constant arguing (mostly from Kidd and Liz) and Black*Star dragging him out by his feet in order for Soul to actually start taking care of himself again. What really got to Soul was Tsubaki telling him Maka would be upset if he wasn't taking care of himself like he should.
Spirit came around every night, and read a story to Maka before her usual bed time. Stein said talking and reading and trying to communicate with Maka would help try and get her out of the coma quicker. Kidd believed that symmetry was the key-and rearranged everything in the room to be perfectly symmetrical. After that didn't work, Black*Star tried bragging about himself and his goal to "surpass god"; checking to see if that would work.
Patty, Liz, and Tsubaki took the situation seriously, and decided to make a "Get Well" card for her, signed by everyone in the DWMA-even Lord Death. Soul signed a small corner all for himself, but he couldn't say much.
After exactly one week passed since the fight, Soul was ready to destroy something. Maka still hadn't woken up, and he was going crazy. If she didn't wake up soon, he didn't know what he'd do. The chances of her waking up were getting smaller and smaller by the day.
At the moment, Soul was sitting in the usual chair he sat in; looking at Maka's sleeping form. He tried every approach he could, trying his best to avoid her last words spoken, and those last actions as well. But . . . with her not conscious and with him, perhaps that might be the trick.
Sighing, Soul switched seats from the chair, to an empty space on the bed, right next to Maka. Taking a long look at her face, Soul leaned in, and pressed his forehead against hers. Closing his eyes, he breathed in the familiar sweet scent of his Maka, white jade and lavender. It was the same shampoo and conditioner she uses in the shower.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to say, considering everything you've already heard from the others." Soul started, not knowing where to go next. "I'm lost without you Maka; I need you to come back." Soul paused, thinking about that night. "The night you got hurt, the night you fell into the coma, you said . . . things."
Soul was unaware of the small group of five eavesdropping on the conversation; even though it wasn't an actual conversation without two people talking.
"I still have no idea what that means; I'm still at a loss for words. It was as if somehow you knew this was going to happen, like you knew you were going to be away for awhile. Then you went ahead and said . . ." Soul was interrupted by movement. It wasn't from himself or outside, it was right in front of him.
Maka was waking up. Her hands were shifting and her eyes blinked open. Soul was frozen; he was surprised to see her moving after nearly giving up. Soul waited patiently for Maka to fully wake up before crushing her in a gigantic bear hug. He was so happy he didn't realize he was squeezing too tight. After letting go, he leaned back and smiled the biggest grin he could.
"Welcome back dummy." He said. "I'm sorry but it's really un-cool to leave us like that."
Maka blinked in confusion; then she rubbed her eyes tiredly. "I'm sorry sir, but I'm a little confused."
Sir? Who the hell does she think she's talking to? Soul thought. "What are you talking about?"
Maka looked up and into his crimson red eyes. "I have no idea who you are."
GASP! Hehee, I really hope you liked it, and there will be more to come! Please, please, please review! It really means a lot! Thanks for reading!
~EZ17