This is a kind of depressing fic about Soul and Maka. In Soul's POV. Soul is a bit OOC…Love Soul Eater! :P
She's Gone
(Soul's POV-just in case you already forgot)
I haven't seen Maka Albarn in 3 years. She's not dead. No, they tell me that she is but I know they're just lying to me. She couldn't be. Maka can't have died. No, it just wasn't possible. We had a big battle with Medusa and I haven't seen her since. I remember the day perfectly.
Flashback
"Ready Soul?" she called, looking at him expectantly. He nodded, swishing his white hair.
"Transforming!" As he glowed with a bright white light and turned into the warm Scythe in her hand, Maka smiled and turned towards the witch who had been tormenting them for so long, her ash blonde ponytails blowing wildly behind her in the wind.
"Oh look," the arrow snaked witch rasped in her now weak voice, "the academy has sent me more toys. I just love to play!" The black blood and the keishan's madness had really messed with Medusa's head. She was almost as psycho as Stein and way more messed up by the strange effects of the delusional and deranged poison inside of her head.
Maka wasn't going to wait until they were at the edge of death to take this battle into full swing.
"Ready Soul?" she cried again.
"Let's go soul resonance!" they called out in unison. They screamed out as their soul wavelengths matched and their souls merged.
"Witchhunter!" Soul's blade elongated, forming the powerful death scythe weapon. But something was different, as his blade grew; Soul's mind was slipping.
"Maka…" he mumbled softly as he slipped into the blackness of the demon dream. She however, didn't notice as Medusa's arrows were advancing quickly. She ducked and swung her powerful weapon, slicing the heads off of the arrows. The witch growled menacingly, flicking her tongue with a grace that was maddening. Meanwhile, Soul was losing a battle with the Keishan madness.
"I can give you more power," the pest of a demon said cunningly, "More then you can ever imagine. All you have to do is give into the Keishan's madness and the black blood temporarily and you can defeat that rat of a witch. Anything you want…" The demon walked towards the door, beckoning the white haired boy who sat at the piano with a taunting finger.
"Okay, but," he was quite hesitant, "What about Maka? Could doing this hurt her?" The demon smiled sadistically and reached out one hand to Soul and the other latched onto the handle of the door.
"Of course not! She'll be just fine…" he flicked his wrist tauntingly, "Coming?" Soul took a step forward and let the demons claws scrape lightly against his palm as the red creature grabbed him roughly at his hand and began pulling the somewhat reluctant weapon along. The door opened and a deep blackness loomed beyond it, veined with red sparkling cracks. As Soul stepped into the shadow he had one last, sane thought. I hope that this turns out okay. If only he had known what would happen…
Maka was fighting valiantly, dodging and repelling all of Medusa's savage attacks and trying in vain to have successful ones of her own. Suddenly, her scythe grew even larger then it had with Witch hunter. A weapon of this size could take out almost anything with a single blow. Even, Maka thought with uncontained happiness, Medusa. But how had Soul gotten bigger? She peered into the blade when she knew it was safe and Medusa was recovering from a backfired blow. Maka didn't see what she thought she would. Instead of Soul's shark-like grin she saw a red skinned Soul with demon horns and evil eyes.
"S-s-soul?" she said, green eyes widening in alarm, "Are you okay? Are you in there Soul?" Getting no response, she knocked lightly on the blade, knowing that it was quite dangerous to let her guard down with Medusa quickly recovering.
"Stupid girl," the demon in her blade smiled, "he wanted more power and now he's got it. I only gave him what he really wanted." Maka shook her head and heard a savage growl as Medusa approached yet again. Maka was indescribably angry. At the demon for taking advantage of Soul, at Medusa for being so relentless and cold. She swung her scythe one last time, slicing Medusa's very soul into pieces and separating the witch's head from her body. This time, Maka thought triumphantly, she wouldn't come back.
"Maka…" her scythe growled and then flashed white, transforming into a human. He looked the same as he had in the blade, a demon version of Soul. "Hehehe," he laughed savagely, "My blood is black you know. Hehehe…" He was crouched on the ground and rocking back and forth. If he had taken in the black blood's madness to help the fight it was over now. He should be pulling out of it, she thought worriedly, something must be wrong.
"Soul? Are you okay?" she repeated crouching next to him and looking very concerned. He peered up at her, grin filled with malice and eyes more red then blood. Then the three-eyed symbol of the Keishan flashed across his forehead. "S-s-soul?" She stood up and began to back away slowly. Soul stood up as well, walking in perfect sync with her slowly backing Maka towards the cliff. She reached the edge and stopped suddenly. He grinned again sharply and his arm transformed into a scythe.
"N-n-no Soul! Please! Don't do this!" She reached an arm out to him but his moved faster then lightening and grazed her forearm, leaving a gash that began to bleed savagely. Maka whimpered. "Why? What are you going to get from this?" His smile only widened at her comment.
"Why? What? Your soul of course!" Soul sneered and she let out a blood-curdling scream. His arm arced back and swiped forward, ending her instantly, silencing her cry and filling the night with blood. The demon-turned weapon stepped forward and snatched the glowing blue orb that burned with the flame of a freshly fallen soul. Hints of green were infused with her human soul, marks from the black blood. Cupping it in his hands, he held it up to his face and gobbled it down greedily. The lost soul cried one last word before vanishing.
"Soul…"
End flashback
But she wasn't dead. I had sent her on a trip that's all. Eating her soul had been wonderful. Human souls have a certain zest to them that a Keishan one doesn't. But no more human souls for me. I spend my days now in a cell at the academy. I don't understand. What did I do wrong? I got more power and helped her defeat Medusa then let her go away for a little while. So why does everyone hate me now?
Lord Death walked into his mirror room and sighed. The entire situation with Soul was really quite tragic. Falling into the madness of the black blood and the Keishan at the same time must have increased his power greatly but his soul hadn't been strong enough to pull back out of it. And he had ended up killing his own meister and eating her soul too. The only thing that had kept Soul from becoming a Keishan was his believing that Maka was still alive. The poor girl had trusted him so much and when it mattered most he hadn't been able to retaliate. Spirit, her father, hadn't dealt with it well either. After trying to kill Soul multiple times, Death had finally been able to convince him of the boy's ignorance of the true situation. No matter what anyone told Soul, he continued to insist that Maka was not dead. Just on a trip, he said. A trip to the land of the dead.
Black Star's POV
I was so totally shocked when I heard about what Soul had done. Now it was just sad. I couldn't believe someone as cool as Soul would do something as uncool as kill Maka. She was one of our best friends. I get that he was under the influence of both the Keishan's madness and the black blood but it's still terrible. And now we're only allowed to see him on Mondays and Fridays before and after classes. Tsubaki and I are the only ones who go and see him every chance we get. Every time we go Tsubaki says, "I hope he's better this time." But instead of getting better, time seems to be making Soul go crazier and sink deeper into the madness. He hasn't been complaining about nightmares anymore but when its just me and him he tells me that he has these wonderful dreams where a demon leads him into a dark room with a piano and then he gets to send Maka on her 'trip' all over again. Wonderful dreams? Dude, killing your meister in real life is bad enough. Having a dream about it and calling it wonderful is the most uncool thing that I can imagine.
-One Friday, Tsubaki's POV
Black Star and I were visiting Soul today and we had long talks about what Maka right be doing on her trip and how we couldn't wait for her to come back. Soul is so troubled and he doesn't even know that Maka won't ever be coming back. It makes me so sad to think about that I can't even dwell on the thought for very long. Black Star had to leave and do his 50 thousand push-ups for the day so it was just Soul and I. He continues to babble on about what a great time Maka must be having while smiling that shark-like grin of his. I smile back to be polite and because I know that inside there is the Soul that we all knew and are just waiting for to come back. While he waits for Maka, we wait for him.
-No POV
It was just Tsubaki and Soul when Tsubaki got an idea.
"I know just the thing we should do Soul!" she proclaimed excitedly. He smiled wide.
"What is it?" She grinned.
"Let's go on a walk around the DWMA," he seemed to hesitate and then nodded vigerously.
"Okay! Let's go!" With that he strode out of the cell that he hadn't left in 3 years as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "Coming Tsubaki?" She nodded and hurried after him.
They reached the roof and Soul leaned on his elbows looking out.
"It's nice to know," he began, looking up at the taller girl, "that somewhere, Maka is looking at the same sky." Tsubaki sighed wearily. He had no idea what had really happened. Lord Death had interrogated Soul multiple times and each time he recalled the battle with perfect precision. Even the part where he killed Maka. Yet he didn't know that she was dead.
"Soul," Tsubaki said sadly, "Maka's dead. In the battle where you last saw her you gave into the Keishan and black blood's madness so you were able to kill Medusa," Soul started to shake his head but stopped as Tsubaki continued to speak, "But then you couldn't shake the madness and you killed Maka. You ate her soul. She's not on a trip Soul. She's dead. You killed her, but you also killed Medusa and I'm sure that she would want you to know that." He made a small squeak as it hit him. Tsubaki had felt that he deserved to know what had really happened. And he had known, he just hadn't acknowledged it. Until now.
"She's g-g-gone?" he stuttered shakily. Tsubaki nodded in despair as Soul began to sob and the sun fell asleep as it set. The moon rose shakily and began its cruel laugh, blood dripping maliciously from its square teeth. A droplet of crimson fell from the sky and onto his hand.
"Soul," it whispered before sizzling and hissing away into nothingness, leaving a scar on his skin.
"Maka…" he cried louder and sank to his knees, head in his hands and regret in his heart. He would never forget her. Ever.
Tsubaki sighed as a tear ran down her face as well.
"She's gone," he said again, finally knowing it was the truth.
Please review. Soul was quite OOC there at the end but I still think you guys will enjoy it. Review please. I'll give you tasty stuff… :)
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