Black
Screaming
Burning
Dying
Bad bad bad bad
Void
Darkness
Farewells
x
She came to rescue you, and now I can take her.
I shake away those empty words. They're the empty threats of a bitter demon who has lost the game. Madness is not needed, not right now, not ever as far as I'm concerned. Not even if I have it just like everyone else, not even if it calls to me-
Never mind the madness. Never mind the evil. Never mind the fighting.
Maka has won.
And above all, she is safe.
We'll no longer need to worry about Asura, because he is gone now. We can repair the damages, and Death City shall thrive again without the threat of madness. Lord Death will recover, and we'll go back to having ordinary lessons at the DWMA, and one day Maka will turn me into a Death Scythe just like she always promised.
x
The waiting is the most painful. I just wish I knew the outcome. Anything, even news of her death, has got to be better than not knowing what is ever going to happen. No. Screw that. She can't die. I'd die too. Not that I'm being selfish. I don't give a damn about what happens to me, as long as she lives. She's got to live... she has too.
Don't you dare die, Maka.
An overdose of madness, they said. Being exposed to the little demon in my mind, and her newly awoken weapon powers, plus the traumatic fight with Asura. They say that they don't know whether she'll recover or not, and so for now she sleeps. She won't wake up.
Shaking her does not work, as Black Star found out.
Pointing out that her pigtails are asymmetrical does not work, as Death the Kid found out.
Begging her, pleading with her, desperately trying to wake her up with words does not work, as Tsubaki, Liz and Patti found out.
Claiming how you don't know how to deal with comas does not work, as Crona found out.
Kissing her, and admitting how much she means to you does not work.
As I found out.
x
'Hey Maka,' I whisper, staring down at her perfect, silent form as she lies on the hospital bed, her green eyes no longer shining if you lift her eyelids. That saddens me a lot, to think that those beautiful green orbs, always so alive, have dimmed and faded away to a dull dark colour.
I sit in the chair beside the hospital bed. The orange light from the setting sun outside is pouring through the windows, resting on Maka's face and making her appear angelic. But she's always been angelic, especially when she was awaken. Right now, she is a fallen and angel and I have to be the one to lift her up again.
'Nothing's changed, really,' I murmur, placing my hand on her cold one and interlocking my fingers with hers. 'Your old man's still really upset. He really is a caring and okay dad after all, I guess.' I take a moment to swallow a lump forming in my throat. 'A letter came from your mom the other day. She's gonna come home. When you wake up, you can tell her all about how that letter she sent you gave you the bravery to defeat Asura.'
Come on Maka, show some sign that you can hear me...
'Crona's joining in more with activities, just like you always wanted. If it weren't for your coma, he'd actually be happy. We all would.'
Did I feel you move your hand just now? Or is this just wishful thinking?
'Even Black Star's not being a complete idiot. You'd find that good, if you were awake.'
But you're not... You're not waking up...
I lose it.
'Dammit, Maka! You have to wake up!'
Maybe I'm not letting go of madness so quickly after all.