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This one is a tad different, and will be a mini AU series-type thing that I'll post every now and then. More so just an AU instance that I'll post from time to time and elaborate on.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing. Also, any mentioned relationships I may write besides Soma [such as Marie and Stein in the wedding one] aren't necessarily canon nor my own otp, just simply what I feel suits the chapter/story thing best at the time(: (though that's not to say I don't ship other characters in the Soul Eater world) Sorry for the confusion Lillia!
An accident has left Maka confined to a wheelchair and she has a hard time accepting this. So does Soul.
"Maka," Soul's whole expression softens, hand falling onto her shoulder. "Maka." He can find no other words to say, feeling as lost as the girl before him looks.
"I'm in a damn chair, Soul," she sobs, not being able to help it. Her hands are clenched tightly in her lap and her head is bowed. "Go away."
He swallows hard, bending down and kneeling in front of her.
"I can help-"
"Help me?" She laughs without anything being funny. "You're damn right you're going to help," her shoulders shake as she cries harder, "because now I can't even get out of my bed by myself." She puts her hands down and grips the wheels attached to her chair. "I even get tired just pushing this thing down the hallway!"
Soul's hands tremble as he takes in the appearance of his meister so completely broken.
"We'll get through it though," he says softly, weakly. Maybe it wasn't cool for someone's voice to sound like his right now, but Soul couldn't find it in him to care. "The doctor said you could walk again one day." He purposefully leaves out the crucial "maybe" that followed the doctor's original statement. "With enough therapy-"
Maka, her own hands shaking, cuts his off without saying anything. She doesn't have to, because he can read her face. Maka reaches out slowly, sniffing as she raises her head. Tears continue to stream from her green eyes as she offers him her hand.
"Soul," she says through clenched teeth, trying desperately to get the message across without actually having to say it. Despite it all, she's still stubborn and proud.
The boy locks eyes, crimson searching verdant, and he places his hand in hers. She grips it tight, and he nods. Message read loud and clear.
I'm scared too, Maka. He keeps this to himself.
"One day at a time," he says firmly now, reminding them both as he squeezes her hand. She sniffs and wipes at her eyes with her free hand, becoming more herself.
"Yeah," she nods, refusing to look down at her lap where her own legs have betrayed her.
"Besides," Soul smirks, standing back up and going around to the back of her chair, briefly pausing before gripping the handles. "You haven't fulfilled your promise to me yet."
He can't see her face, but he just knows there's a smile, or at least a small grin, on her face.
"Yeah," she says softly, turning her head to peer back at him. "Hope you don't mind if you have to wait a little longer than we thought."
He shrugs. "I know I'll be a Death Scythe one day. Let's just get you back to walking first."
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