He was forever marked as hers. Nothing would change that; time would only dull the scar that was like a brand on his chest. It would never fade completely, but he found that he really didn't care.
Scars were cool.
Nightmares, however, were decidedly uncool.
Soul thrashed on his sheets, reliving their first fight with Chrona, with a few variants to what had happened in his memory.
He wasn't fast enough. Maka didn't block with him, and he knew what was happening. He hit his human form and was just fast enough to catch Maka as she fell, but not take the blow meant for his meister. Soul's hands tangled in the sheets, and he screamed out her name, agony lacing his voice, the dream not over.
Soul held Maka in his arms, tears streaming down his cheeks as he screamed out her name. Chrona darted at them again, the child's strange weapon drawing back to strike again. In rage Soul transformed an arm into a scythe blade, blocking the attack that was, inexplicably, still aimed at Maka, and managed to push the demon swordsman backwards.
Taking the second he had, Soul propped Maka up against the door, and changed his arm back into a scythe, determined to stand between her and their opponent. Soul took the next hit directly against his arm turned blade, and the agony was exquisite. Another strike from the blade and Soul staggered back, blood oozing from a wound that nearly went straight through his abdomen.
It was then that a Scythe blade protruded through the door, impaling the demon swordsman before Stein entered, sending Chrona flying. Stein knelt over Maka and then glanced up at Spirit, shaking his head. The death scythe lost it, charging Chrona.
It was over quickly, Chrona dead at Spirit's hands, Stein covering Maka's still form with his lab coat before examining Soul's own wound.
Spirit's face was still contorted in rage. Stein and Soul both watched, one in horror, one in curiosity, as a scythe blade protruded from Soul's chest. Soul looked up into Stein's face as he fell, the blade pulled out his back, and before his vision blacked out completely he could hear the two talking.
"You should have never let my daughter get hurt!" Rage and pain ran through the death scythe's voice.
"Now, Senpai, that was reckless. Torture would have been more satisfying." A hiss of a lighter, a bright light that Soul could barely see.
There was a pause, and Soul teetered on the edge of death.
"You're right Stein…"
Maka heard a whimper come from Soul's room as she passed it, clad still in her night clothes. Hesitant she stopped and heard another one, then a strangled cry.
*knock, knock*
"Soul?" She called out tentatively. "Hey, Soul? You alright?" When Maka heard another strangled cry she took a deep breath, put her hand on the door knob, and opened his door. Soul was obviously asleep still, but he was tossing and writhing against his bed, his hands tangled in the sheets.
"Soul?" She called out again, this time louder, and stepped into the room. She moved over to his bed, grabbing his hand. "Soul, wake up!" She said forcefully, squeezing his hand. He didn't wake, and Maka slapped his face.
Red eyes opened to stare up into her green ones. It was obvious that he was still inside the nightmare though, and it took a second for him to realize that he was awake. "Maka!" He exclaimed, his voice cracking, and before she knew it, he had her in his arms.
Maka's arms were pinned to her sides by the hug, Soul's head lying against her shoulder, his face against her neck. 'He's crying?' Maka realized suddenly. "Soul, what's wrong?" She asked gently.
It was like her voice was the key he needed to find himself completely. The teen pushed her away and looked to the side, his voice back to normal. "Geez, Maka. Barging into someone else's room is way uncool. Shouldn't you be studying or something anyway?"
"MAKA CHOP!" Maka shook her head, looking at her weapon partner lying on the ground with a 2 inch deep depression in his skull. She left the room then, tossing, "Hurry up and get ready, Soul, or we'll be late to school." Over her shoulder before leaving the room and shutting the door.
With the door shut, Maka let herself lean against it, and felt her cheeks heat up. 'Don't be silly! Soul's way too cool to like me! He probably just had a bad nightmare and didn't recognize me. Yeah, that's it exactly.' Maka told herself sternly, going to get breakfast ready.
A nagging voice in the back of her head wouldn't let her forget that he had called her name out when he embraced her, and Maka's face was red when Soul finally staggered into the kitchen in his PJ bottoms.
A/N: My first SoMa. I'll try to update soon if people enjoy this :)
I don't own Soul Eater :(