"..."=speaking
´...´=thinking
Asura speaking.
Ja näin minä olen aina oleva, vaikka en laskisikaan sinua pois käsistäni,
Ja näin minä sinusta välitän, rikkomalla ajatuksesi ja kirjottamalla kauniita sanoja.
Näin minä rakastan sinua ja huudan sinulle kun sinä olet rikkova ruumiini ja mieleni ja sinä joka tulet aina olemaan minun rakkauteni, anna anteeksi että kadotin kauniit sanasi.
The land of Morna.
Chapter 1.
Sometimes she felt like she was drowning. Bubbles escaped from her mouth and started rising to the unseen surface. Her hand couldn't reach out to that something that would probably help her. No. She couldn't be saved any longer and she knew that. Ash blond hair flickered in the water as it pressed itself against her body. Maka had her skirt and white shirt but nothing to cover her legs. Little did her eyes open when a light shined through the darkness, right above her as sunlight looks to the eye of a fish that swims in the water.
Wasn't this a dream...? A dark dream and never ending blackness...water...no escape...
"I've come to collect you." Said a distant voice and at first Maka thought she had become mad. Now that she was literally swimming in madness or in something, it wasn't such a big deal so she listened. As always, almost drowning in this wickedness, that voice was her personal hell right now. Nothing here is normal, so the unknown voice must have been bad and it must have wanted to hurt her. Maka cringed.
"N-no...no...not yet...", Maka tried to say that loud but her voice was raspy and it was hard to speak. The person who spoke didn't come to say who it was or what it looked like. It simply spoke, and it felt like it was far away, but still in reach because the person spoke of her so it must have seen her from some angle Maka thought.
"Weird one you are. Why not now when I'll collect you anyway...?"
"I still have things I have to do...want to do...must do...", Maka spoke quietly and tried to see the speaking one with her narrowed eyes. It was tiresome to keep yourself from falling to sleep. How was it that she was so tired in her own dream?
"You're almost dead, but you can no longer return." The voice spoke again and Maka could have sworn that she heard footsteps coming closer. Weren't they in water?
Slowly the memories seemed to come back to her and Maka's eyes widened. Soul was right next to her, holding her and crying out - Maka, wake up, Maka! - And she...Maka raised her hand so that she could see, but it was hard. As if something was pulling her down.
Red.
There was red everywhere.
Blood? She thought and looked down at her own stomach. Oh. So she was bleeding. Maka's hazy eyes were almost closed, and the blood on her head seemed to pour into the water. Crimson took over but the black water quickly overpowered it in the battle of colors, leaving only a red tail seeping out from her stomach to the surface - if this ocean had any. Her broken legs seemed like weights that slowly but painfully made the pain go worse. It was like needles prickling her gastrocnemius and pulling her Achilles tendons apart.
"So you want to return...", It laughed a little with granular quality and dulcet dancing in her ears. Mocking tone was under its tongue and in every word it spoke. Maka frowned a little but soon stopped as she felt more pain in her stomach. She was dying huh? Too bad she could never surpass her mother or make Soul, her beloved partner, a death scythe.
Soul was screaming her name over and over and over again, but got no response. Tears started to fall out from his eyes, but Maka only saw fragments of this. Her eyes were slowly closing, and she felt a presence right behind her. Someone wrapped pale-no, white arms around her waist and pressed a head against her hair and was soon leaning against it. Very cold...freezing breath was making her blood freeze and scalp feel like it had lost its mane.
"Are you going to take me away?" Maka asked and didn't squirm. What good would it do and she had no energy left to spare. The white hands squeezed the wound on her abdomen and it started to bleed more heavily. Maka felt a wave of pain crawling into her being. It felt like she was being broken again and she opened her mouth to scream. A shriek left her vocal cord without her consent and filled her lungs with the atrocious liquid.
"Such a pretty voice...", the speaking person was definitely a male. No doubt about it. When he started pulling her wound, Maka screeched more. It sounded like a harpy being butchered. Even thought the water was filling her lungs and it was suffocating her, it hurt. But it made her feel human emotions so that she was something more than just a floating carcass, bleeding to her own imminent doom. She felt life fill her with its horribleness and pain followed.
"Ple...please...stop it...", it was above all else a plea from the girl who was already shaking and her body was growing colder every second. There was a little trail of drool coming from her mouth and her eyes seemed hazy. Maka couldn't even be afraid since the pain blocked everything else away.
"I like you. Such a fine woman you are." The man took a deep breath and buried his face to Maka's hair which was open for some reason. When she couldn't even scream anymore, Maka leaned back and the man hugged tighter, as if being her lover but also torturing the poor soul to the final extent.
"Please...let me go back...don't take me...not yet..." god, she sounded pathetic even to her own ears. The man smirked and raised his other hand to the side of her face and tilted her head up revealing a slender neck. A finger went from her cheek to her lips and down the elegant line and then stopping when the first button of the white shirt didn't let the touch go any further.
"Raise it well...raise your soul for me, and I'll let you go. But when the time comes, I'll come and collect it."
The hand that was still on her wound started to burn the flesh. The man was only leaving his hand there and it felt like the wound was all over her body, igniting it in flame that wasn't really there but felt like it could kill her at any second. Before Maka really knew anything, her body was being raised up - back to the surface, back from the black and red water. Back from some place unknown. She was alive again and gasped for breath.
-Morna-
At the hook cemetery, Soul heard gasping. He raised her head from her chest (just to hear if her heart was still beating but he'd still keep it a secret from Maka) and watched Maka's chest rise and fall. It was the most relieving moment in his life and a few teardrops fell from his eyes as he watched Maka come back from certain death.
"Maka..oh lord Maka you're alive..." he hugged her tightly and refused to let go even as Nyugus came to treat her seriously fatal wounds.
"Soul-kun, let go. I cannot treat Maka if you cling to her like that." Nyugus said and placed a reassuring hand over the albino boy's shoulder.
"Y-yeah. I'll let you do that."
Bandage covered and dark skin colored woman started opening Maka's trench coat. It was all bloody but Mira couldn't move it completely away since Maka was laying on it and even the slightest movement could bring terrible pain to the younger girl that was in this state.
"What happened? The enemy shouldn't have been this powerful." Mira asked while tying bandages over Maka's wound after cleaning it and closing it temporarily. She would take her to Stein who could stitch her up properly, but recovering from this...it would take at least three months. But the emotional shock and the trauma were probably too great to ignore. Maka would be forced to take rehabilitation.
"I don't know...I really don't know…dammit..." Soul cursed. He hadn't even seen what had happened and Maka was already on the ground, bleeding heavily and at some point, the enemy had escaped. "What about-"
"We got rid of it. Or Stein did to be correct." Mira answered before Soul could finish his sentence. The professor knew he wanted to ask that because it would be the first thing Maka would ask when she woke up. These children were like sisters to each other.
Suddenly a small groaning sound came from Maka. Soul and Nyugus immediately fixed their eyes onto the girl who seemed to be waking up. The green eyes opened a fraction but all that was in them was pain. Nyugus pitied her. It was cruel for her to wake now when the pain hadn't been taken away by sedatives and painkillers.
"Soul...?"
"Maka! You're awake!" Soul shouted and started cradling her but it earned a pained hiss, making Soul halt. As expected Maka really did ask about the enemy and Soul told her everything.
"Oh...So I was useless."
"Don't be stupid Maka. You did everything you could. It even killed some of the people fighting against it." Nyugus thought it a bit stupid to think like that but the enemy hadn't been strong. There was no denying her statement. Maka just smiled. Then, when she started getting up, a familiar pain shot through her stomach, traveling from there to her spine and throughout her small body. Maka let out a shriek.
"Maka don't try to move!" Soul shouted and laid the girl down again. Nyugus was pretty surprised that she could even move. Maka's shirt was open a little, but only to the point where the wound was. When the professor laid her eyes to it, she was slightly shaken inside.
The bleeding had stopped.
"Maka, this is going to hurt but Soul's going to carry you to Stein. He can operate you properly." Nyugus said urgently and stared the wound. Maka just said a little 'okay' and Soul made a face, not being sure that was it the best choice but since the nurse said so...
Walking to Stein's lab that was located outside Death City was quite hard when you had a heavy girl to carry.
"Can't you carry me a little more gently?" Maka whined.
"I'm trying." Soul answered and sighed in relief when the lab came into view. They would have to wait a little bit since Stein was in Death City at the moment so Soul laid Maka onto the couch full of stitches and put a blanket over her. Maka fell asleep almost immediately and Soul slept on the floor.
"I'll come to collect it..." echoed in her head even in dreamland.
Ja näin minä katselen kanssasi kun annat minun kauniin sieluni sulaa kädessäsi ja näen kuinka hymyilet leveästi mutta samalla ehkäpä itket. Se on kumminkin omaa tarinaani kun en itsekkään vielä tajunnut olevani kuollut.
Sinä itkit.
Yeah. I wanted to write something like this for myself so it's no wonder if you can't understand =_=
If some of you might understand the poem I wrote in Finnish, bear no mind to the crying part :'D
And those who watch soul eater anime or have watched, you guys know what the water is right? It's the madness where soul pulled Maka out of but to put it simply, it's just plain madness. The deeper you go, the madder you become.
Thanks for reading and remember to review!