Hello dear Reader!

This is just a little drabble.

Enjoy the read!

Side notes :

Narration

"Talking"

*Thinking*

Disclaimer : I do not own Soul Eater

Soul

He had been drifting off in the darkness for so long that, at first, he thought he was losing his mind again when he saw her. From the moment that he had gained consciousness, he had been drifting into this empty space. There was no up or down, no light or sound, and no one else; just endless black surrounding him. From time to time, there would be a little red imp in a tux that would hang around. He wasn't a very pleasant little fellow, and kept muttering incoherent thoughts, but as time passed, he disappeared and never came back. Or maybe the small devil had appeared one second to vanish the next? Soul couldn't tell. He had lost track of time. Had he been here a few seconds? Minutes? Days? Years? Not even he knew.

Nothing ever happened here, there was nothing to pass time; until her. She hadn't made a single noise at her arrival, there hadn't been a door for her to just walk through, but there she was, with him, in this endless night. Her soul was as bare as his, but it held a golden glow, and brought a warmth he hadn't realized was missing.

In a flicker, she was gone. Maybe he had imagined her? Maybe he had stared at the nothingness long enough for his mind to see ghosts, like when you see monsters crawling out of shadows that you've looked at for too long, or a figure your brain makes up when you pass by a mirror too quickly. He didn't know.

The second time he saw her, she was drifting off, barely at arm's length. She was a pretty little thing, with her blond hair held into long twin-pigtails, a slender figure with shapely long legs, and those emerald green eyes. Mesmerized by her, he reached out, his fingers closing around smoke as she vanished once more.

At this pint, Soul was pretty sure that he was either losing his mind, or had really seen a ghost.

The third time she appeared, she had been the one to reach out to him, calling out his name, before fading once more with the shadows. Her voice shook him; his breath caught in his lungs as he felt his heartbeat like a shock through his veins. Then the silence fell once more.

How had she known his name when he had never seen her before? The only other person he had met was the little devil, and even he had disappeared. He had known nothing and no one else, just this empty space. And yet, she had found him, called for him.

The fourth time she came around, he sensed her warm aura before seeing her. His lungs filled up with air as he felt his heart beat once again, a steady rhythm that made him lightheaded. How had he not missed this, why had he forgotten these feelings? She was right in front of him, her fingers coming up to brush against his cheek, leaving a burning trail in their wake. And as his name left her lips for the second time, she vanished.

Pictures started floating around him, and colorful images passed him by before fading into the shadows. Before he could forget that any of this ever happened, a name came to him.

Maka.

The next time she appeared, he was ready for her, reaching out to her soul, her arms enclosing him to her heart, as he let her drag him out of this dark space.

When Soul finally opened his eyes, he was met with bright green ones. He couldn't help the smile pulling at his lips, nor the wince that came right after it. He felt like shit, his entire body ached, but ignored the pain in his arm and reached out, gently wiping away the offending tears from his meister's face.

"Did we get the Kishin?"

His throat was dry and his voice raspy, and he might even have a few broken ribs, but he honestly couldn't care less when she let out that adorable shaky laugh.

"Yeah Soul, we got it."