Maka ~ soul
When I grow up, pussy cat dolls.
"What did you want to grow up to be when you were little?"
--maka--When I was little, I wanted to be famous. I wanted to walk through the streets and have people shout thanks to me. I wanted the kids to look up to me like they did my mom. I wanted to seem strong and fearless. I wanted to be just like my mother.
I guess I just never looked at the whole picture. People didn't shout their thanks to her in the streets. Maybe she would get compliments and respect at the academy but the citizens she risked her life to protect didn't feel the same. They feared her and my papa. They were scared of the battle hardened faces and the intimidating stance.
My mom was a great fighter and she saved a lot of peoples lives so I can never be regretful of the way her life turned out. But even the strongest people are weak, and my mama drew her line in the sand. Unfortunately we were not on the same side of it.
I signed up for this life out of a naive need to prove my worth to the world. I didn't want to be seen as the daughter that wasn't good enough for her mother to take with her. I wanted to surpass my father and prove to the world that I had something to offer it.
I don't regret my naivete, it has led me to a bigger purpose than I ever would have accomplished without the academy. And it brought me face to face with people I would trade every semblance of a normal life to know.
I did become essentially what I wanted to be when I grew up, I just didn't really know what it actually mental to be a meister.
--soul--
When I was little I wanted to be a concert pianist. I wanted to be better than my brother. I wanted to step out of his shadow and just be more accomplished.
And when that didn't happen right away, I took it personally. I grew up bitter and resentful. I was never going to be good enough so why bother trying.
But i did, I tried hard. I practiced till my fingers bled. Till I could play every song forwards and backwards. But my music was never suited for the upscale life I was born into.
When maka found me, I guess I found a new purpose. A new way of thinking. And for a while I just fallowed her. I did as I was told and collected my souls. But I never took the Initiative. I never fought on my own to be a good weapon. Not until I realized just how much maka needed me.
I realised I couldn't live my life in anyone's shadow anymore. Not my brother's or maka's fathers. I had to lead her after the Incident with ragnarok. I had to remind her what her dreams were and how to achieve them. I had to remind her that my scars were never going to be any worse than hers and that we were in it together.
And when she got herself put back together we met on equal ground. Neither fallowing but simply moved as one unit towards our goals. Not hers or mine but ours.
I thought I wanted to be a famous musician so I could surpass my brother and I though I wanted to be a death scythe to surpass spirit. But really I just want to be a good weapon. I want to protect my meister and I want to save people even if they don't stand up and cheer my name.
