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Love: Bitter Pain and Sweet Sorrow
I was supposed to be the newbie.
The one who didn't know any of the children well enough for her heart to bleed at the sight of their pain. But now, as I watch this child cry, I wish I knew her better. I wish I knew the words to comfort her, the words to tell her her father with make it through the night. I had worked for hours on him, so he better make it. I had done my best, as I had always done.
My name is Bunny Awai. I'm the nurse Lord Death brought in to replace Medusa the witch. But my story isn't as important as the girl in front of me. I gently reached out, and pulled her hesitantly into my arms. She burrowed into my thin frame, hugging me tightly and crying into my light blue shirt- now stained by blood. Spirit's blood, both of us stained with it. I sighed softly, and gently ran my hands through her pretty sandy blonde hair. She was shaking like a leaf. I eased her down into the couch, pulling her own small frame closer to my own as she sobbed.
Her father lay a room away, in critical condition. Her young partner, the one with the snow white hair, lay in a bed near us, separated only by a curtain. Lucky for him, the partner would recover within days. He had only been knocked out by a sharp blow to the head, and the cuts and bruises would heal soon enough.
I had set one of my assistants to watch over the father, in case anything happened. It had been a powerful witch that attacked them. It had been only a training mission, but things had gotten ugly fast when a witch had unexpectedly showed up. The meister and her weapon were separated, and fading fast under wave after wave of the witch's animal minions. The girl herself had sustained heavy damage until it looked like there was no way out. That was when Spirit had intervened.
He had taken a blow straight to the stomach, and after that a severe blow to the chest. It had very narrowly missed his heart. Spirit had always been foolish, even in our school days, but this was new heights of idiocy.
Even if this girl was his only link left to Kami, why would he risk everything? That had been what I thought when I had first seen the girl, bloodied by battle and just barely managing to keep her Dad upright. I was starting to see why he wanted to risk everything for her, though, Once she got cleaned up a little, she was the image of his ex wife at that age.
"It's all my fault... If only I hadn't let Soul get knocked from my hands... If only I hadn't fought that stupid witch instead of retreating like I should have..."
I gently cuddled her, even as I was bone weary, "It is NOT your fault, Maka-chan. You did your best, honey. Now you have to do your best to see your guys through this, okay Maka-chan?"
She nodded, although the sadness in her eyes belied that. Maka looked bone weary as well. I smiled sadly.
"Your Papa is one stubborn man. He'll be alright."
A crooked smile slipped over her lips as she blinked hard, almost dozing. I got up off the couch and laid her down, tucking her limbs in so she wouldn't fall off. Grabbing a throw blanket, I tucked it around the stubborn meister.
She was the image of her mother in more ways than one, Maka was, I thought fondly, shaking my head. She blinked those familiar green eyes, and eventually they closed. The seventeen year old was tough, that I had to agree with. That was when I went to visit her father- and send my assistant to watch over those two.
When I entered Spirit's room, I saw Acacia had dozed off. The young black haired meister was training to become a medic, and I had asked Lord Death to take her on. She had... problems with battle, so I felt she would be more useful here, where she could care for those injured.
I gently wrapped her favorite green blanket around her thin shoulders. Then, I moved to the curtain separating Spirit from the rest of the room. Sitting in one of the chairs, I gazed on the redheaded man whom I had a crush on for years. Spirit's face was almost too peaceful in sleep, as if he knew that he had saved his daughter and that was all that mattered. That might be true, because Maka was his only blood family. I shook my head, exhausted.
I had a crush on this foolish boy from my childhood. He was too oblivious to notice, though; once he met Kamia, all chance of my having him went out the window. He had only ever had eyes for Kami-chan, really. It had been my fault, introducing them. She was the smarty pants of the school; he scraped by with average grades, mostly due to looking after his first meister partner.
I shuddered when I thought of that guy. Stein still scared the hell out of me, and me a grown woman. I had never gotten over the night I had spotted Stein biopsying Spirit. The only reason Spirit had known about it at all was that I had told Kami what I had witnessed; Kamia was a blunt woman even then, and not afraid of much. Especially not Stein, despite his strangeness. In fact, they had been good friends until I told Kamia about the biopsying. That had pissed Kamia off nearly beyond all reason.
They still loved each other.
I knew that he did from Spirit's longing looks whenever Kamia was even briefly mentioned. Sometimes I caught him smoking and staring off into the distance. More than once I had visited to find him drunk and alone, and asleep. He moaned her name a lot when he was quite that soused. It hurt to know he still loved her, but I could get over it.
I had only met Kamia once on my travels, and we had both gotten into the booze that time. Kamia much more heavily than me. She had admitted that she missed Spirit. That part of their separation had been her fault. Her being reassigned to another weapon.
That her new weapon had somehow gotten between them, and Spirit had felt alone. Both of us knew that when Spirit felt alone, he tended to do stupid things. It had started as one, but I knew how addicted he could get to a thing. And it just grew and grew until it boiled over... Ending in the divorce. She had cried on my shoulder for a few hours about it, but ended up cursing Spirit in between sobs until she exhausted herself. I took her to my place, not wanting to rely on the young white boy that was her new weapon to take her safely home.
I didn't trust him- there was an aura of madness in the air whenever he came around.
Slight, but there.
I stood, leaning over him and fluffing the red locks out of his face. Spirit stirred faintly, mumbling incoherently and then relaxing once more. I sighed fondly, fussing a bit with the blankets. I felt I had gotten rid of the crush on Spirit a long while ago, but embers were still there. Even if he was the ex-husband of my best friend. I just looked at him, hearing the steady beep of the heart monitor and feeling the wind's soft caress on the back of my neck.
"Bunny. How is he?"
I jumped upon hearing an all too familiar voice. A voice that I thought I'd never hear again. I whirled, white hair floating and almost creating a halo.
My eyes widened as I saw Kami, standing tall and blonde as ever at the window sill.
:) Ok, so this was just a oneshot I needed to get off my chest... And I wanted to do something for my favorite couple in Soul Eater, even if they aren't a couple right now... They were before, weren't they?
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