The floorboards creak as mama slips out of her room. She limps slightly and favors her left arm.
The last battle had left her with deep lacerations to her left torso and pulled her arm out of her
The wounds weren't really all that bad but soul had become even more overprotective than he usually gets when she gets hurt.
;"The poor guy got a little freaked out when Nygus and Sid sensei had to hold her down so stien could pop her arm back into place.
;"The screaming was a little more violent than usual but the pain was excruciating. The pain died down after the arm was in place but no matter how many times she told him it was numb he just wouldn't get over it
"He has been hovering incessantly for three days now and she can't take it anymore. She just wants to be able to go to the bathroom without him waiting outside the door in case she bumps her arm.
Maka winces as a particularly loud squeak sounds through the hallway. She picks up the pace and closes the door as quietly as possible
When she does exit the bathroom about seven minutes later ( it was a bit harder than usual without the use of one hand or the shimi of her hips) he is waiting there in his sweats with a sleepy, accusing glare
How the hell did he hear her. It's like his hearing only works when she injured. On a normal day she could be calling him for fifteen minutes and he won't hear a thing but the minute she tries to sneak here he comes
Maka…" he accuses. She sticks out her lower lip and points her head away like a child. "I'm a big girl soul, I can take care of myself." She insists for the hundredth time
And what if you tried and got hurt?" He snips hotly. "Well I guess you'd come help me because you've obviously developed some kind of super hearing." She retorts throwing her hands in the air.
His voice is weighed down with exhaustion. "And what if I had been asleep? Huh?" He raises his eyebrow. "Well you wo- wait, were you not sleeping? What's wrong?" She asks turning from anger to concern within a few second
He rolls his eyes "stop trying to change the subject maka" her hands come to either side of his face. "no soul we can fight about this later, why aren't you sleeping?
Normally maka would leave him be. Soul doesn't talk about things, especially feelings, until he's ready. But with his already unsteady sleeping habits and his penchant for guilt and punishment when she's injured, she's not taking any chances./
She looks him straight in the eyes. Her left hands shakes slightly at the effort of staying high enough to touch his cheek
He pulls her arm down with a grown and blows off the whole thing with a snippy 'it's nothing maka' which only tells her that it's something.
"Soul.." She starts with a sigh. "Tell me what's wrong." He eyes burn intensely with concern like the pale green of a beachwood fire.
It's just nightmares maka. Nothing new. You should be more concerned with yourself right now. How's your arm?"
"stop trying to change the subject soul. What nightmares?" She's starting to shake from the effort of staying upright for so long but she gonna stand her ground and get some answers
Soul's eyes zero in on the shake in her leg and she wills the muscle to stop but only succeeds in speeding it up. Soul groans. "Fine but you have to sit down
Maka gives In with a nod and soul leads her quickly back to her bed. He lifts her up onto the edge and sits next to her
He's silent for several seconds before he begins. "I just...in the last mission when you….I keep hearing you screaming. They were holding you down and…it was my fault. It's always my fault." He trailed off mournfully.
Soul, you big idiot. I told you it only hurt for a second when they pushed it in. It's fine now
And really how could it have been your fault I literally slid off of a building. If I hadn't caught the ledge we both would have died.
You weren't to blame for any of this. And it really isn't all that bad anyhow. I'll have a scars but what else is new." She reasoned with him. " there's no reason to blame yourself for something you had no control over.
Her hand ran soothingly up and down his arm while she searched his features. She could tell that her little speech had no effect on him. She sighed and pulled the covers back slipping her legs into the sheets and then holding her arms open.
"Come here" she commanded. Soul Hesitated. One side if his brain was repeatedly wondering why the hell she was inviting him into her bed and the other side were running over the little silvery scars across her skin and thinking how much he'd like to trace them.
Maka (impatient as always) grabbed his arm and pulled him down next to her. She pulled the blankets over them and snuggled into his chest. Her arm wrapped around his torso and their legs pressed together. The smooth skin of her cheek sliding against his neck with the slightest ruff sliver of a scar.
He was caught off guard by the strong scent of honey and coconut. She actually thought he was going to be able to sleep like this? No way
Not with her hot breath ghosting across his shoulder like it was and her chest pressed up to his bare one.
But even as he thought this the steady beating of her heart against (slightly lower and to the left of) his was lulling him into a peaceful sleep.
am so sorry I haven't updated in awhile and when I tried to some glitch happened. But it's up now. I would have updated but I cut my knuckle most the way off. It's been painful but I'll be OK. Thank you for continuing to read my stuff. -gray/span/p
