Author's note: ok so this is for Deaththekidetteinconverse who asked for me to write a Kid and Maka story. I'll be honest it's pretty dark but it's what I came up with. Tell me what you think of it and if I should continue this story:)
Multi-colored balloons cover the small living room floor, and pretty decorations of bunnies and roses adore the walls. The lights are dimmed down low, the only light is coming from the candles on the cake on the table. The fire illuminates the young girl's face in such a dark place, her green eyes look down at the plain white cake with her name "Maka" written in green frosting. She's finally turning 16...she's waited for this day for so long but now that it's here...she wishes it wasn't. This is suppose to be a joyous occasion but it's not. It's not at all.
"M-Maka dear...Make a wish." Her mother looks at her with those huge eyes that match her own from the couch. She's to weak to even get up now her sickness has gotten so bad. She gives her a sweet smile, Maka still being able to see the dark lines under her eyes from the lack of sleep. She hates seeing her mother like this. How can she be happy...when she knows her mother is about to leave her? How can she be happy with another year of being alive knowing this year her mother may not be there? She can't. She's not happy.
"Ok." Maka forces a smile for her mother before she closes her eyes. She knows what she is going to wish for, because she's been wishing and praying for it every since her mother has been diagnosed with lung cancer so many years ago. She will wish for her to get better, that her horrible cough will stop, that she won't be in pain. She's prayed and wished, but god has not heard, and wishes don't come true but she'll wish any way because that's all she can do. Maka opens her eyes and blows out the candles but one stubborn candle stays lite...she stares at it a moment before trying again this time it goes completely out.
"Y-Yay." Her mother cheers weakly just to start coughing, the cough it's self sounds so painful. She hates it so much.
"Please don't over work your self." she frowns as she gets up and hands her a glass of water even though she knows it won't help. She has to do something. "You should rest mom it's ok."
"I-I'm fine baby." she smiles weakly through her pained cough. "I wouldn't w-want to miss this, my baby girl turning 16...your so beautiful- Her mother can't talk anymore her lungs failing to make anything but horrible coughs.
"Please don't speak any more." Maka rubs her back trying to bring the comfort she so desperately wants her to have.
"Where's your father?" she calms down just enough to make that out. Maka's heart sinks at the mention of Spirit, she would not call him her father.
"He said he had to work late." She hates lying to her. She hates it so much. Maka knows that her father is not working, that he's probably at some bar getting drunk and fresh with the sluts there. She knows what he does, how he hurts her already hurting mother behind her back. She hates that man, she absolutely hates him. Moms here fighting this horrible disease, fighting so much pain...and he's not here to support her through it, he rather indulge himself in other matters. Maka can't tell her mother...do you know how much that would hurt her? She always speaks so highly of spirit and it kills her inside to know what she knows. She can see through her mother's eyes that she loves him, and that love is one of the things maka knows has kept her going for so long. So you see she cant' tell her mom...can you even imagine what that would do to her?...she doesn't deserve this. Spirit is the one who deserves to be laying on this couch to weak to even stand, he's the one who deserves to cough until blood starts to come out, he's the one who deserves this pain, he's the one who deserves to die...not her mother...not her mother who has done nothing but be there for every one, a person everyone would look up to...not the only thing she has left.
"Ah that's your dad always working hard for us." she smiles in thought and maka's heart breaks all the more.
"Yeah he's something." she forces a smile, she never really smiles, not after all she's been through.
"W-well lets start the presents then." she tries to sit up but she fails, sending her into another coughing fit.
"Please I'll get them." Maka stands and brings over a small box dressed in green wrapping paper. This is her only present and she's so grateful for just this. She sits next to her mom, her head is turn from maka and she doesn't need to see her to know what she's doing. She's wiping her blood from her mouth. "I wonder what this could be.." Maka gives a small smile when her mother looks at her with those dull green eyes that use to be full of so much life. She slowly starts to rip the paper, being careful not to damage what is inside. A small plain white box is now what she has...a little message in black ink on the top.
"To my baby girl who's finally turned 16, this was given to me when I turned your age and I proudly give it to you now. You are an angel maka, an angel. No matter what happens I wish for you to always wear this, keep it safe, and remember your mother."
"Open it." Her mother smiles gently, Maka takes a deep breath and opens the small box. She gasps. A emerald heart neckless lays in the box with a pure gold chain so you can put it around a neck. It's the most beautiful thing she has ever seen and all she wants to do is cry.
"Mom..." Maka's hands start to shake that are holding the small box, her voice cracking from all the emotion's swirling in side. "Why...why didn't you show this to us sooner..? we could have sold it mom...we could have gotten you medicine! We could have gotten you a doctor!" she tries so hard not to raise her voice but she can't. She's to upset.
"No." She looks at her firmly as she takes the box from her taking the neckless out, she undoes the chain and holds it out to Maka, her eyes set in the last of strength she has left from fighting so long. "This w-was given to me from my mother, it's special Maka...I could never sell this..it has special meaning baby."
"But mom!-
"p-please don't fight me baby." she looks at her weakly and maka sets her jaw, her eyes close to tears. "Do this for me...it would make me so happy."
"...ok." Maka bows her head as her mother gently places the neckless around her, the green heart sparkling even in the darkness.
"It's beautiful on you." her mother looks at her with the happiest expression she's seen in years and she gives it when Maka knows she's about to die.
"...I'll treasure it always..." she grabs her mothers hand swallowing the lump in her throat, she would not cry. She had to be strong for her.
"G-good." she smiles weakly her eyes slowly starting to close. "I-I think I'll rest now. I love you so much maka.."
"Ok.. I love you so much too" Maka watches her and she knows that this is the last time she would speak to her mother. She knows her time has come, she's as pale as a ghost, how violent her coughing has been, and just the look her mother gave her before she laid down said it all. Her mother was going to be taken from her on her birthday.. The tears she's been holding in run freely down her face, her shoulders shaking in spasms from her silent crying. She watches intently as her mother's chest rises and falls with difficulty, she knows that movement will soon stop. She grips the heart on her chest, her eyes burning with fire. She knows the grim reaper is going to come soon to take her away from her, she isn't going to let him. He will not lay a finger on her beautiful mother, he will not touch her with those cold hands of death and decay. She will wait by her mother's side until he shows and some how she would stop him, she would stop death. She's studied for months for this moment, on these beings called reapers that take the dead human's souls. She's looked into all the old legends and even looked into some spell books to see if there was anything you could do against a reaper. All those months of study were wasted...all the books came to one conclusion...you can't fight death, only a fool would try. Maka guess she's a fool then because that's what she would do...she wouldn't let that thing take her mother away.
The small house is dead quiet now except for the jagged breathing of her mother, as she struggles to take each breath of life. Maka grips her hand tighter as if that would keep her mother there. Finally after awhile of the painful breathing...it stops...her mother's chest no longer moves...the house has gone quiet...her mother is dead...it's over...all those years of pain and fighting for nothing...it's over. The tears fall down rapidly, blurring her vision. She sobs out loud as she falls over her mother and hugs her, wanting so much just to bring her back. The girl's chest hurts so bad as she cries all the pain she's been through all these years, all these years she's watched her mother go through so much pain. It feels like she's crying out glass, all these tears have been wedged so deep.
The whole house drops ten degrees, Maka's breath being visible as she sobs. She knows at this moment that the grim reaper is here, it's in her home to take her mother away, to take her soul. She would not let this be it. Maka turns her head, her tears keep falling but she will not let go of her mother. she finally gets to see what has claimed her mother... a tall figure stands right beside her looking down with a hood covering it's face but she could see it's eyes...those yellow eerie eyes shine through the darkness as it looks down at her blankly...looks at her sorrow like it's nothing. This thing's presence sends chills down her spine but she stands her ground and glares at the reaper. She will not let him touch her mother.
"Move out of the way moral, it's the woman's time not yours." the things voice is deep and cold, those eyes looking past her to look at her mother.
"No! Get out of here! Your not going to take her you monster!" she growls and brings her moms body closer to hers, her eyes flaring with nothing but pure hate for him.
"Am I a monster for doing my job?...then so be it." the reaper takes a step closer, reaching out his pale hand towards her mother. Maka quickly gets in front of it, her shoulders shaking from fear but she stands firm.
"I said your not taking her, she doesn't deserve to die!"
"If you continue to stand in my way I will have to take you as well." his eyes lock onto hers. " don't worry...your mother will be happy I assure you in heaven." he leans his hand closer to her mother, he's closer to taking her soul, closer to taking the only chance she has to save her mother.
"Please stop..." her voice is so weak. Surprisedly the reaper pauses and looks at her.
"I cannot...I must keep the balance..it's her time to go, I must collect someone to hold order." he reaches for her mother.
"Take me instead." this causes the reaper to look at her with those eerie eyes. Maka bows her head. She's asking for death but she doesn't care. Her mother deserves to have a life.
"You would take her place? You would suffer death just so she could live?" he studies her. "You're a young moral...you have much time left to enjoy life...why give it all away?"
"My mom is young too!" she growls and takes a step forward. "She has done nothing but do things for others and suffer. That's what her life has been...I'm only 16 but I've lived more of a life then her, so take me and give her life back...please." Maka gets on her knees before the reaper bowing her head. "Just please...don't take my mom."
"..." He stares down at her a moment before closing his eyes. Maka looks up at him hopefully, she was hoping for death. The reaper suddenly opens his eyes they look down at her blankly. "...I will take you in exchange for your mother. She will get her life back and her illness will be cured but you will die. I will take your soul and you will work for me forevermore,...do you still want to go through with it? I can not say that you will have a pleasant time being under my authority. It will not be heaven, and you may never see it. Do you still want to chance it all for this one mortal that will die anyway?"
"Will my mother be granted a nice long life with out cancer?" she looks up at him her eyes glossed in determination.
"Yes...but do you not care what will happen to you?" he takes a step forward.
"No." she looks up at him when he stops right in front of her. "Take me..."
"Very well." he reaches his hand over her mom, it lights up and surrounds her mother with light. Maka's heart swells at seeing her mom's chest move up and down, at seeing her once so pale face full of color, the deep bags under her eyes disappearing. "She will awake completely healed and to you dead." he walks over and reaches his hand down to her, a skull mark has formed on the palm of his hand. "Take my hand and seal your fate."
Maka looks over at her mother, the one she was leaving instead of the other way around. She doesn't regret her decision. Maka looks back at the reaper before she takes his hand, at contact the whole room lights up in brilliant light. She screams as the reaper starts to pull her, he's not pulling her body...no...but her soul. She feels her self being ripped from her body and it hurts, it stings so bad...how could she describe such a feeling?...she can't but it's hell. The reaper doesn't even flinch at her screams as he just keeps pulling, and pulling going ever so slowly like he wants her to feel everything. Her soul is finally ripped from her body, the lifeless carcass falls to the floor as both maka and the reaper float. He never lets go of her even after she loses her consciousness the pain being to much to bare. She feels the reapers arms around her, as he pulls her closer.
"...your mine now..forevermore." he whispers close to her ear before it goes dark, everything goes dark. It's over...her life is...
Over.
Soo this was pretty dark for me this could be just a one shot but if you like it let me know and I will write more of this story.