Bleeding Souls
Soul Evans smiled his big toothy grin at his miester, Maka. Maka glared for a second or two then rolled her eyes and continued thumping down the hall in her combat boots, her pigtails flowing behind her. Soul shuffled after, watching his miester intently without her knowing. Chatter from the other meisters and weapons filled the air. Soul and Maka heard Black Star long before they got close, his shouting could be heard by anyone as soon as they entered the building; he was shouting about how big and amazing he was as always.
"Soul, where the hell is Death?" Black stars voice was nasally but hurt was hiding in the undertone. "Hello Maka." This greeting was short and obvious not wanting much of response.
"Hello." Maka kept it as short as Black Star.
"I think he'll show up at 8 as always." Soul later stated. Seeing Tsubaki and Black Star brought back horrors of the Great Kishin that had killed Crona. Shaking free of the vision of linen hands and the eyes he noticed how sickly everyone looked. Soul saw this a while ago, but for the first real time he saw the lack of sleep in each of his friends eyes. Patty popped through the crowd not bouncy or happy as she usually was, but she looked better then the others. Liz come up behind her little sister and Death followed closely behind his shoulders slumped and his feet almost dragging, he made a small grunt in place of a greeting. Death shoved through the crowd and grabbed Maka by the shoulders, Soul felt a twinge of possession and jealousy, but swallowed it down. Death spun Maka around and lowered one of her pigtails half an inch, then he let go of her and faced the group. Souls anger simmered down, but his jealousy remained.
Maka didn't really react, she was used to Death verbally correcting her symmetrically, he never usually touches her, she supposed it was because he lacked the energy to speak.Only Soul saw Maka's unease, but knew he couldn't do much to help her. Soul shifted over to Maka's side and set his hand softly on he shoulder. Soul felt Maka's muscles tense then relax. Soul felt Maka's breathing slow down, he relaxed as well.
Maka noticed a shift in souls, where a few seconds ago Death was jumpy and on edge and Soul was beyond agitated, both had begun to relax. Maybe Soul even was happy, But Maka disregarded this as she felt she was just masking his wants and needs with her own. The thought of Soul wanting her as much as she longed for him sprung open old wounds and almost brought tears to her eyes.
Soul noticed Maka's eyes watering and fought back the erge to pull her in and tell her that she is the most amazing thing ever and that he will do anything to see her beautiful smile again.
Maka looked up at her weapon at met his gaze of concern. Maka smiled to show him that she was okay and played it off as a flashback of the worst day of their lives. Soul knew all of her expressions and knew most of all the face she made to pretend she was okay, Soul's heart ached and he worried if he hurt her somehow. The second he thought he could be hurting her he flung his hand down to his side just in case. Maka thought soul was sick of touching her and had decided she was okay and she was convincing enough; though the ache of wanting his hand back around her got almost unbearable. Maka slowly realized Death had begun speaking about what they were to do since they were no longer students and they were either instructors, hunters, trainers, or just free to go. Death said something about how it wasn't a important decision to be made right away but it needs to be made, he concluded with there was a celebratory party at his mansion and that they should all come back to his place to take a load off talk or just relax from what had happened.
"Sure me and Maka will go after we finish our resumes, we need a new job if we are going to pay rent." Soul said with maybe a twinge of guilt or hurt or maybe Maka had imagined it and it was all just what she felt."I'll go, but i might have to leave early to sign autographs for the little kiddies for saving the world." Just as Black Star finished his sentence he had finished scrawling his name and matching star on an unwilling freshman's forehead.
Apparently the incoming students at the DWMA have learned from Maka and the freshman Maka-chopped Black Star in the face with her binder. Soul and Maka left the group on that note and headed to Soul's motorcycle. Soul got on first, and Maka slid on behind him pushing her arms around his waist after tossing on a helmet. Soul enjoyed her holding him and drove off as the world faded away and it felt as only he and Maka existed.