Chapter 7:
(Maka's POV)
Weeks went by, and Soul's and I relationship formed to be something better than normal. We have been living together for over 6 years, and just recently got together. He tells me all the time that I'm amazing, and that he's lucky to have me. When in truth, I'm the lucky one. I've gotten so happy since. Every morning we almost compete(while laughing and kissing) to make each other breakfast, in the end, I win and he caves. I do love him, I really do. I think our relationship can last, but I don't know what we're supposed to do about me being a Death Scythe by blood. Oh well, we'll make it work. Love always pulls through.
(Soul's POV)
I can't believe it's been three weeks since we've gotten together. Time flies when you're distracted, but even so, whenever I'm with her, I feel as though time stops. I am so lucky to have her. This is so cool. I'm now the coolest guy on campus. But, her secret, that she's a Death Scythe by blood, it worries me. I don't want to lose the coolest partner, or my girlfriend. I do, though, want to marry her. One day. Someday. Just, not now. Too soon.
I picked myself up off the floor, after so carefully laying there next to the sleeping Maka, and walked to the kitchen to get some water. Maka looked so cute when she slept, her eyes closed so lightly it's almost not real. Her chest rises and falls in a rhythm, before she takes a silent deep breath and shifts to sit up. I could see her sleepy green eyes, that have turned into deep, beautiful crystals. They're so beautiful. And so is she... I'm just so lucky :)
She slowly gets up on one foot, and then the other, only to fall again. I've never seen her this clumsy- no, this sick. She doesn't have a fever. And I KNOW she's not pregnant. We didn't even do it!
When she falls, I catch her. She lands right into my arms, and I hold her tight. I look around for something to prop her head up, and quickly grab the pillow on the floor next to the now static television.
"Soul..." She moans, I can hear the pain in her voice. I can see how she's trying not to show it, but failing(cutely). I smile, trying to see if she'll tell me.
"Yes, Maka? What is it? Do you need something?" I ask, almost too fast, but I caught myself.
She looks at me with sad eyes and says "last night, before I came home, these guys started beating me. I tried to summon my weapons, or call for help, but the first hit almost paralyzed me. I couldn't move, or fight. I tried to stand up and run, but they tied my legs and arms. They kept feeling me-" she paused, tears running down her face, and then I noticed the bruises and the blood. She came home to me and made it seem like nothing, all because I was sleeping. "But don't worry, they didn't do anything else. I think I'd know."
I'm such an idiot. So uncool, Soul. You let your girlfriend- My thoughts soon interrupted by Maka's soft sobbing, and a little scream as I saw my anger had gotten the best of me and my nails were digging into her shoulders. I quickly stopped and said "Maka, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I just-"
"I know." She looks at me, with such kind eyes, I almost collapse with her and start to cry myself. But I don't. Because I need to be strong. I won't go after them, because I know that she'll resent me for doing it.
"Maka... I need you to rest. Those bruises will go away if you do. I don't want you getting hurt. And when you do get better, we'll go to the DWMA and say hi to Tsubaki, Black Star, and Kidd. Ok? How does that sound?" I ask, now standing and holding her by her waist
"Great" She smiles, before closing her eyes and resting her lips upon mine. When she pulls away, I take her to her bed, and place her in carefully, pulling the covers over her, and kissing her forehead.
"Sleep" I say, holding her, and resting with her.
