It was the night after a freakishly hard test was administered at Shibusen. One of the questions read, "What are the rules about replacing a weapon or meister in the time of death or separation?" Maka was remembering that cursed question all night and had the worst nightmare. Soul and her had been fighting a witch when the black blood inside of him acted wrong. It started ripping his skin, making it move in unnatural ways until he was completely ripped limb from limb. Maka screamed as she saw the Maka in the dream get splattered by black blood, and saw the lumps of flesh that was her weapon. The worst part, she decided, was when Soul was begging for help and she…laughed, like when she was fighting Chrona. It made her scream and cry out again.
At the sound of his meister crying out in despair, Soul ran into Maka's room to see her crying and clenching her bed sheets. "Maka, are you alright?"
Maka stopped crying for a minute and sat up. "I…I'm fine…" she sniffed. She hated Soul seeing her sobbing and carrying on. I don't want to be a burden to him, she thought. Soul walked to her bed and held her in his arms. "It's all right. I'll always be here, you know that Maka?" She just nodded and grabbed close to Soul.
That night, the nightmare didn't return.
Gah, I know it's cheesy! And someone probably already posted an idea like this! *headdesk* My first COMPLETED fanfic (Shaddup, I know it's a oneshot .) and my first Soul Eater one. REVIEWPLZ~
