So it's SoMa week. A week of shipping and my ficlets have like no fluff what-so-ever! Sorry guys, not the best with writing fluff. Work in progress. Oh, well enjoy today's.

I Will Follow You into the Dark (SoMa week day 4:Loyalty)

The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
'Cause we'll hold each other soon
In the blackest of rooms

If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the "No"'s on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark

"Maka, Maka, Maka. What am I to do with you?" Soul chuckles as he holds both of his partner's hands in his own. Or really, it's just an attempt to chuckle that comes out as more or a liquidy gurgle, but they both ignore that. They don't really care anymore. The gurgle is caused by their life source leaking out slowly but surely one breath at a time. Their blood. Black and red swirling into a puddle around them.

The reaped evil soul is the only thing that illuminates the small warehouse that they are in. "That thing has caused us a lot of trouble," Maka murmmers as she stared lackadaisically at the red soul.

"Yeah, it certainly has."

It had started out as a normal battle, but it quickly escalated into something more. That something more which is causing their life forces to drain out onto a cold, grimy floor.

"Where do you think we go after we die, Soul?" Maka asks, her eyes alight with curiosity, despite the fact that they are also glazed over with pain.

Soul stared back down into her viridian eyes with his wine colored ones disbelievingly. "Really? You're discussing philosophy as you die?"

"What better time to do it?"

"Touché."

"But really, Soul, what do you think."

"I think... Well, I've never really thought about it. I guess it would be somewhere dark where you just sit and think. It isn't called after life for nothing."

"Really? I think it'll be somewhere nice where the weather is always perfect. It'll snow there, but it won't be could. The sun will kiss you, but you'll never burn. The sunsets will not be destroyed by pollution, but will be beauty in its true form."

"You should've been a poet Maka, not a meister."

The teen gives out a sour giggle, "If I wasn't a meister we wouldn't be in this mess."

"If you weren't a meister, the world would have succumbed to madness."

"Someone else would've figured it out, Soul. Reciprocity. If Asura wasn't meant to take over, he wouldn't have."

"But, Maka," Soul whines, "thinking like that'll get you no where."

"I am getting nowhere."

"Except to paradise."

After a couple moments of just sitting there, Soul pipes up. "I'd follow you there."

"To where?" his meister questions, mind forgetful with blood loss.

"To paradise, silly." He responds with his signature smirk.

"Greedy. How do you know you're invited?"

"Because you are."

"Oh yeah? Well I'd follow you to your little dark room and plop down and make myself at home. After that I'd talk your ears off."

"You know what I'll do?"

"What, Soul?"

Pinning her with his startlingly red eyes, he murmurs huskily, "I'd follow you anywhere. Into the light, into the dark."

With an evergreen gaze that rivals his she murmurs back, "And you know I will do the same."

Giving her one last final shark tooth grin. "Of course I do. And you should know the same."

Wrapping his arms around her, Soul pulls her into an embrace with his head resting on hers.

Lightly his lips brush hers.

It's the last thing she feels. In this world.

One death yesterday, two today. Maybe there'll be three tomorrow? Who knows, cause I certainly don't.