A/N: This chapter contains mild torture/abuse.
Maka fell to her knees as soon as she heard Soul's command. She doesn't know what he's planning, but she makes a vow that she will endure anything he throws at her. After years of hiding her feelings, she isn't about to lose her one chance to be with the man she loves.
Soul fingers the edge of her shirt before transforming his hand into a blade and slicing the fabric. He cuts a strip off and wraps it around her eyes, ensuring that she can't see. To him, everything is happening so fast, yet time seems to be dragging on. He was about to learn just how far Maka Albarn would go for him.
He brings his blade to her throat, hovering for a moment before pressing down. He knew he wasn't going to break the skin, but it was just hard enough to hurt.
He brings his face down by her ear, and he can feel her shaking. He roughly nips at her ear, chuckling lowly.
"Do you trust me, Maka?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
She doesn't trust her voice, so she just nods her head, mindful of the blade beneath her chin.
He smiles at her, although she can not see it. He slowly drags his blade down her throat, then her chest, stopping where her ribcage ended. He makes a few small cuts, making her yelp.
He nips her ear again. "I've got all these scars for you, Maka. You can take a little pain for me, can't you?" He asks, making a particularly long cut. He can hear her whimpers, and he breaks. "You can leave whenever you want, Maka. I'm not going to stop you." He says, taunting her. He wants her to leave, wants her to make him hate her for what she's done. But he hopes she stays with him. He raises the blade off her, and removes the blindfold. He steps out of her way, waving his arm towards the door.
Maka immediately gets to her feet, and Soul turns away from her. He has his answer, and he just wants to be left to himself.
But his well trained ears can hear her skirt hit the ground. He turns his head just in time to see her grab a knife of the counter, and she brings in to her exposed thigh. She looks to Soul with tears in her eyes.
"I'm not going anywhere, Soul! I love you! And if this is what it takes to prove that to you," She's cut off, his lips moving against hers. He takes the knife from her hand, tossing it to the other side of the room.
For a moment they just hold each other in silence., reflecting on the nights events. Shyly, Maka is the one who breaks the silence.
"Soul, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you felt this way.": She said softly, more tears forming in her eyes.
"I know, Maka. I'm sorry too, about going all crazy and all." He holds her tighter, never wanting to let her go.
Maka presses herself harder against him, calming herself. The silence returns, only this time its pleasant. Just them enjoying each others company.
Soul pulls away from her, looking her in the eyes. "Maka,"
She looks up to him, giving him a small smile. "Yes, Soul?"
"Tomorrow, you are breaking up with Kid." He states flatly.
She laughs softly, nodding her head. She had already forgotten about the unstable shinigami.
A/N: Okay, so no lemon this time. This may be the last chapter, but if I decide to do one more, it WILL contain a lemon, just to warn you all.
So whatcha ya'll think? Should I continue this story, or mark it as complete? :3
