I do not own Soul Eater

(forgot in the previous chapter)

Two weeks later found me walking towards homeroom. Maka was already in her seat beside me. She was reading a book so intently she didn't notice I was there. All I could see was her hair and eyes. I stared at her for a while before Liz and Patti came back from the washroom.

"Hello Maka-chan" I said with a smile.

Maka jumped slightly and looked over. "Hello Kiddo-kun." she said all grinning and flustered. I had to refrain myself from kissing her right there. I looked down at her and my fluttering heart constricted for a second. The faintest shadow of a bruise discoloured her pale cheekbone and red marks I could see above the neckline of her shirt. Before I realized what I was doing, I had unconsciously lifted a hand to softly cup her face and gently run my thumb over her cheekbone.

"What happened Maka?" I asked her quietly, my voice coming out lower and huskier than I intended.

Maka's face flushed a deep shade of pink and I could feel her face growing hot under my hand. Her eyes darted to the floor before she lifted them back up to my gaze, as if she couldn't help herself. Though I was concerned, I couldn't help but admire her beauty as her lower lip trembled and twitched as though she was going to say something, but no sound came out. I raised an eyebrow and she swallowed. It took me a minute to grasp that she was flustered.

"She ran into a door." Tsubaki cut in "That's what she told me, that's what happened. Right Maka?"

Maka blinked and shook her head slightly, seeming to come to her senses. "Yeah, a door."

I watched Tsubaki frown softly to herself, sad that our moment was over and we were back to casual talking. I opened my mouth to ask her what's wrong again when I caught sight of her expression. She was staring over my shoulder, looking slightly terrified.

"Maka?" I asked, slightly nervous. She didn't answer, only continued to stare over my shoulder, her face pale as the white dress shirt she had on under her sweater-vest, making the bruise stand out even more. I was about to turn around to see what she was staring at, but before I could turn, the over powering smell of sweat and bad cologne hit my nose. I almost gagged.

"H-h-hey Soul." Maka stuttered nervously, donning a fake smile to offer to her boyfriend. Soul sauntered forward and wrapped his heavily muscled arm around Maka's pale shoulders. He glared down at me, I stared back. He swayed slightly; his plaid shirt was about two sizes too small for him. He towered over Maka a good foot and half, and his white greasy hair almost brushed the top of her head.

"Soul." I said curtly.

"Death the Kid." he growled uninterestedly "Sup Liz." he added as a side note to Liz. She beamed at him. Clearly I was the only one who got ugly vibes from this creep. Idiots.

He looked down at the sandy blonde girl under his arm and stoked her face in what might have been meant to be a sweet and gentle gesture, but looked rather painful. "We're out." he mumbled, leading Maka away almost forcefully.

"Bye liz" Maka calls nervously over her shoulder. "Kiddo-kun." she adds as an after thought before allowing Soul to lead her away. I watched them walk away before turning back to Liz, who to my surprise was wearing an expression that was mingled fear and anxiety. She looked at me and seemed to ask me with her eyes.

"I don't like him either." She took another look at Maka and Soul's retreating forms.

"He's so… creepy." Liz said, adding a girly shoulder shake to emphasize her point. "I used to think he was so hot but now that I've actually spoken to him, he's just so…I don't know. He seems so dangerous." she added softly, almost as though talking to herself. She shook her head.

I turned back and fucking watched him lead her away. Drag her away. I saw that fucking bruise. I saw how scared she was. And I let him take her. She was so stubborn that even when it's not her whose hurting her she stays. I let her go. I could have gone back. Shaken off Liz's hand and gone back and dragged her away from Soul. I could have stopped it. I could have saved her. She could still be here… she would still be alive. My nurse noticed more marks on my forehead when she brought me my medicine. She asked me nicely to stop banging my head against my wall. I only nodded so she wouldn't bother me anymore. I do anything she asks me to. She's beautiful. With long sandy blonde hair and bright green eyes. Eyes that remind me of the girl I loved. The girl I love. The girl who I let die.