Sound of breaking glass filled the night streets as three star meister Maka Albarn was thrown in a grocery store through the window pane.
"Maka, are you alright?" Death Scythe and loyal partner Soul 'Eater' Evans asked from his weapon form.
Maka stumbled on her feet, nodding. "Hang on a little longer Soul!" she croaked. "We can finish this!" The duo had been fighting with a pretty mean kishin for almost an hour now, taking longer than their usual battles. Maka was running out of breath and fast.
The meister was about to jump back into the heat of the fire when she was forced to the ground, head first. Maka screamed at the searing pain running through her skull when it made contact to the floor. She felt her hold on Soul slip before she completly collapsed. Everything blacked out for a second.
Next thing Maka knows is her partner standing over her, one arm turned in a scythe, baring his teeth at the kishin.
"What are you doing?" Maka protested. "You're gonna get yourself killed!"
"You can't fight like this Maka. Let me protect you." Soul growled, not tolerating any form of protest.
Maka could only let him have his way. The black waves of unconciousness were washing over her, dragging her deeper in by the second.
In the meantime Soul was wrapped in what looked like a dance of blocking and attacking the kishin. The creature was fast but Soul could see through it's moves. Soon he knew when to dodge or block before he could land a blow back. The kishin was nearing its end.
Just one more! Soul thought through gritted teeth. Then we can get the fuck out of here!
Soul broke down in a sprint to the approaching kishin, baring his teeth at the monstrocity for the upcoming victory. His heart sank tough when the kishin dodged away from him, heading straight to Maka.
"Maka!" he shouted, panicked.
The girl had raised herself on knees and hands. She raised her head at her partner's voice. For one second she was met by crimson eyes before she got knocked over by agonizing pain. Something - the kishin - had stabbed in her midrif.
"No!" Soul screamed. With unbelievable speed he ran up to the kishin and made a clean cut through its disformed body. The creature screamed before it dissolved in a red orb.
Soul didn't pay attention to it as he was already making his way to his meister. The girl was searching for breath, shaking violently as she looked at herself. So much blood! She thought and whimpered.
"Maka, Maka listen to me!" Soul started as he took her shaking form in his arms. "Stay with me okay. I'm calling for help right now. Okay?" Maka nodded through her state of shock.
Soul searched for his radio and when finally found, made contact with Shinigami. "Hey there Soul-kun, how's the-"
"I need help!" Soul interupted. He couldnt efford the time waisting pleasantries. Maka was slipping away and fast. "Maka has been severly injuried. She needs medical attention right now!"
The death god seemed to immediately understand the situation. "I'll send a team your way right this instant."
Soul nodded before he cut the connection, turning his attention back to the frial girl in his arl. "You heard that Maka? They're coming! Just hang on a little longer."
"Soul it hurts." Maka whimpered, her hands starting to clutch at the gaping wound. "It hurts so much."
Soul took her hand and grasped it in his own. "I'm so sorry Maka." He groaned, resting his forehead on hers. "Please stay with me. Please."
"Make it go away," Maka begged, tears streaming down her face. "P-please. It hurts s-so much."
Soul reached for the soul wavelength to destract her. It seemed to work, only just a little, as her cries turned back to whimpers. Soul was flooding Maka's mind with warm, pleasant memories. Of their friends, the teachers, their adventures. He sent her his love and promises that he'd be a better partner, roommate, boyfriend if she let him, if she'd just stay with him!
His body jolted when he felt Maka respond. Also memories, though faded around the edges as she was slipping away further and further from him.
"Maka please," Soul cried, pulling her body closer to him. "Don't fucking do this to me. I love you so much. Please."
He didn't care he was crying his eyes out. His meister, soulmate, the only one he truly loved, was dying and there was nothing he could do except watch.
"I love you Maka. I'm so sorry I fucked up. I -" His words got caught short when he felt her last breath leave her body. The connection slipped away and Soul was left in darkness.
No.
No this can't be happening.
Fuck no!
Soul pinched Maka's hand he was still holding. There was no response. No warmth. Just cold emptiness.
It all started to crumble apart. Soul lay his meister down on the ground, straightened her clothes, letting her hands lay on her chest, closing her eyes. And then he started screaming, howling, beating the ground as he morned over his fallen angel.
A medical team and the rest of Spartoi reached the battlefield only thirty minutes after the call. They only found the meister, laying peaceful and alone on the grass. They checked for a pulse but there was nothing. There was no sign of the corrupted soul or the weapon partner.
What they did find was a bloody Spartoi patch resting in Maka's crossed hands. Black blood.