LC; My first songfic. Without the lyrics so won't be put down.
Soul; Can we also make it your last?
Maka; I second that motion!
LC; Sorry but I rather like songfics but I've never made my own. I'm changing that!
Soul; Who's this about anyway?
LC; Just you. Mostly.
Maka; Well, it could be worse.
Soul; How?
Maka; She could be doing Black Star.
Soul; Oh yeah.
LC; There's an idea...*Grins evilly*
Soul; We just unleashed an evil worse than the kishin.
Disclaimer; I do not own Soul Eater. I wish I did, I want one! I want a weapon!
Chapter 1: Leave out all the Rest.
He always acted like a cool guy, because he wanted others to think of him that way. Sometimes though, he pushed people away, people like his friends, who wanted to help. Like when he had nightmares, and he didn't tell the ones who mattered.
If things kept up the way they were now, he might lose them all. Maka, his partner, and despite what he might say, he's certain he can't live without her.
He would die if she decided to give up on him. If she decided she didn't care.
Sometimes it's hard for him, when he wakes up, to relax again until he's sure she's safe. He sneaks out of his room, late at night, and opens her door.
He lets out a sigh of relief as she lays sleeping in her bed.
He's always so worried about his reputation as a cool guy, and sometimes he wonders if that's all anyone will remember him as.
Will they never remember the times he freaked out when Maka was hurt? Would people not remember him as a friend, but as an aloof figure, a thousand light years out of reach?
Even death scythes die, and when he does, he wants it to be in a cool way. He wants to die with a big bang, doing something important for the people he cares about.
If he dies protecting Maka, well, that would just be the best.
"You can be such a jerk, you know that Soul?" Oh yeah, he knows. He's going to keep saying stuff like that though, to you and everyone else.
Because when he dies, he doesn't want any of them to be sad. Even if they are happy about his death, it'll be better than watching from heaven or hell as Maka cries for him.
Sometimes he gets a little jealous when Maka spends time with someone else. He's her partner, he should always be with her.
He wants to keep her all to himself, but he won't act on this. Cool guys don't get jealous if their partner goes on a girl's day out thing. That doesn't stop him from glaring at the tv until Maka comes home again though.
He knows Maka can't stand to see him hurting. Whether it is physical or mental doesn't matter, she wants to help make it better.
He knows that she can be frightened by a lot, but she uses that fear. Her fear is what makes her brave enough to stand up alone to a Kishin. And he hates himself for not being able to help her then.
God he can remember a few nights after they became partners, when he had a nightmare and Maka found him, crying on his bed.
Totally not cool, but he didn't turn her away when she held him. She never speaks of it, but sometimes at night, when he lies awake with his eyes closed, he can hear Maka coming in to check up on him.
They've been together for a while now, but that doesn't mean they don't still grate on eachother's nerves. She still doesn't like sports, he still hates studying.
That doesn't keep her from coming to the basketball court with him though. It won't stop him from sitting at the desk right next to her at school the next day.
He's made mistakes, they all have. He remembers when he actually let Maka into the madness when they fought Crona beneath the school.
Even though it ended up alright, there was that horrible moment when he was pulling her up, when he thought he didn't have the strength to. It's his biggest mistake.
He's called her names so many times. "Tiny tits" 'Gorgeous' But the names, to him, all mean the opposite of what he's really thinking. "Fat ankles" 'Princess' He knows she hates these names, but he sometimes thinks, in the middle of the night, she understands what he's trying to say.
"Idiot!" 'Can't you be more careful? You might get hurt!' "Big head!" 'I'm glad your alright' He can see it in her eyes, and he wonders, if she sees the same thing in his.
She tried to get stronger after he got hurt badly by Crona. He hated himself for making her worry so much then, and still hates himself.
She would never admit it, but she hurts inside too. He doesn't mention it, she'll talk when she wants to, but he's always there to hold her when she cries.
That short time before he figured out why she wouldn't look at him directly, was the worst week of his life.
He realized she couldn't stand seeing his scar, not himself. He had been so afraid that she would leave him then, that she had finally been pushed over the edge. He's glad it was all in his head.
No one could be his Maka. No one could be that insanely beautiful young woman he watched grow up. No one could be that wonderful blonde who made friends with near everything under the Sun without trying.
He's glad about that too, because it means she is totally unique. And the best, coolest, part is, is that she is all his.