Had some free time. Decided to throw this together before I went to a concert. Hope you enjoy. Nice, I get to throw in a bad guy again! I did quite like the idea of gluttony swallowing Soul. It seemed fitting. Ironically, after I wrote that, I watched Full Metal Alchemist for the first time. And there's a dude named gluttony who eats people.
Anyways, hope you enjoy.
Tell me why, please?
"It would appear Soul Eater is growing quite reckless." Death observed as he re-watched the young scythe's last mission play across the mirror that dominated the death room. "At the pace he's going, he won't survive another year…I really do wish this thing had sound, Soul seems to be saying something or another…"
Stein shrugged, taking a drag of his cigarette. "Eater doesn't want a miester, and we can't force him to take one. And he's cursing. He does that a lot."
Lord Death rubbed his head with one of his oversized hands, choosing to ignore Soul's unorthodox style "Quite right, quite right. But perhaps…perhaps we can help lead him in the right direction?"
Steins face remained passive. "You want to set him up with Spirits daughter don't you?"
Death clapped his hands together happily. "Exactly! I'm sure you've noticed she is the only miester he has allowed close to him. It's not much, but it's a start. I believe if we can get them on a mission together, Soul will see the value of a miester."
Stein nodded, before a wide smile split his face. "Spirit isn't going to like this."
Death shook his head, "None sense, Death Scythe is a level headed man. He will see the necessity of our actions." There was a beat of awkward silence as Stein stared at the Death God.
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"You want to do what?" Spirit screamed, falling down to his knees. "You want to send my daughter on a mission with…with that octopus head? It's bad enough they're living together. And you!" he turned on Stein, "You let her fight him! And put them in the same class! That's my baby girl damnit!"
Stein simply sighted, giving the reigns over to Lord Death. "Death Scythe, calm down. This is important. Maka has already shown promise as a miester, promise her mother showed. But without a weapon, there is not much she can do."
"So pick another weapon, preferably a girl" Spirit growled through gritted teeth.
"Maka has already expressed interest in Soul, it's the most obvious choice."
Spirit's eyes bulged. "My little angel has no interest in boys! Especially not that boy, little bastard."
"Death Scythe" Lord Death warned, but the weapon was off in his own little world already. In a matter of seconds the two had descended into a childish screaming match, leaving a very annoyed Stein to watch.
Stein sighed again, this was taking up too much of his time. Didn't these people know he had stude…things to dissect? He would have to interfere before this got any more out of hand.. Reaching out, he rested a hand on his old friend's shoulder. "Maka's a scythe miester just like Kami was." Spirit stopped, his eyes softening. "Eater is the only scythe weapon here. And we both know he's a good kid. They are each other's only chance here."
Spirit stayed quiet a moment before nodding curtly. Taking in a deep breath, he looked up at his employer. "So, what's the mission?"
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Maka woke up early, already feeling wide-awake. It just felt like it was going to be a good day. Smiling, she leaned down the bed and rubbed Blair gently behind the ears as had become habit over the course of the week. Letting out a small squeak as she stretched, she rolled out of the bed and padded off towards the bathroom to take a quick shower.
She really did have to hand it to Soul. He had done well with picking a place with a large bathroom. Sighing, she let the warm water continue to cascade around her. Speaking of Soul, she really should check on him. He had looked pretty beat up last night. What an idiot. At least she had been able to bandage up most of his wounds nicely, no need to damage that perfect skin anymore than it already was…. Shaking her head she turned the water onto cold for a moment, driving thoughts of Soul's body from her mind before hoping out and grabbing a large towel.
Heading back into her room, she started to rummage around for the days outfit when Blair let out a loud yawn. "Morning Maka."
"Morning Blair" Maka flashed the cat a quick smile, "What are you doing today?"
Blair eyed Maka mischievously, something the young girl failed to notice, "I dunno, I was thinking about going to wake up Soul."
Maka paused, slowly turning around to face the cat, "What?"
Blair smiled, "Nothing, just said I was going to go wake up Soul. He's been sooooo nice to me, helping me get a job at Chupa Cabra's, and letting me live here. I was thinking, it's about time I started making it up to him." Blair finished seductively, her tail twitching back and forth, watching Maka with concealed glee. The girl was positively fuming! "Something wrong?"
Maka realized her hands had clenched at the cat's tone. Taking a deep breath, she let them uncurl and slipped a fake smile onto her face. "No, but I was actually going to go wake up Soul. He had a rough mission last night. I need to check on some of his wounds."
Blair's tail continued to twitch back and forth, and Maka couldn't help but feel like she was prey in the cat's eyes. "Is that the only reason?"
"O-of course" Maka sputtered, turning back around to quickly finish dressing. But not before Blair was able to see the slight blush that had stained the girls cheeks.
"So…do you think your kiss helped Soul last night?" Blair asked innocently. This was almost too easy!
Maka froze again, not bothering to turn around again. She bit her bottom lip, trying to come up with a comeback, but her brain couldn't find anything suitable. "You were here?"
Blair yawned, "I came in right before. I left again to give you guys some privacy. Though I guess you didn't do anything. Boring!"
Maka turned around, blushing as Blair's words. "It's not like that! Between me and Soul."
Blair rolled her eyes, "Sure it isn't girlie. That's why you're getting upset now, right?"
Maka's mouth opened, but no sound came out. Shaking her head, she fixed Blair with a glare. "I'm going to go check on Soul."
Blair watched as Maka started to storm out before calling out to her. "Maka," she turned around, still glaring. Blair only smiled, "I won't tell."
Maka's glare softened for a moment, before she let out a sigh and headed down the hall towards Soul's room. Behind her, she heard Blair call that she was going out.
She growled as the cat's words lingered in her mind. What did a cat know anyways? Shaking her head free of the thoughts, she came to Soul's door. Without thinking, she pressed her hand to the doorknob and started to open it when her mind turned back on. Pulling her hand away like she had been burned, she instead tapped lightly on the door. Very lightly.
She had learned two very important things about Soul since moving in with him.
Never, never, never ever, just walk into his room without knocking. He would yell.
Soul did not like being woken up. He would yell. A lot.
She waited a moment, but there was no reply. Sighing, she tapped again, slightly harder. Still there was no answer. Not even, 'fuck off women I'm sleeping!', his usual remark when she woke him up.
Now frowning, she prepared to bang on the door when she heard something inside the room. Leaning closer to the door, she closed her eyes. Was that…was that whimpering? She pressed her ear against the door to hear better.
"I'm sorry! I didn't!" Soul gasped out, "I didn't mean for it to happen! I didn't know! I'm sorry!"
Maka pulled away from the door. She shouldn't be listening to this. She moved to head back into her room when she heard a pained scream from Soul, followed by the tearing of fabric. Ignoring Soul's first rule, she tore the door open and charged into his room. "Soul!"
Her mouth hung open as she watched him thrash around painfully on the bed, his eyes mashed shut, and scythe blades erupting from his body, seemingly at random.
"I'm sorry!" He cried again, arching his back up as another scythe formed behind him, twisting around his body before melting back into his skin.
Maka watched in horror as he continued to spasm. She had to stop him. She had to wake him up. She yelled his name a few more times, but it was obvious he was to deep in his dream to even hear her. Gritting her teeth, she watched his deadly sharp blades continue to thrust out of his body. This was such a stupid idea! Taking a deep breath, she launched herself onto the wild Soul.
Eye's wide, she twisted to the side, barely avoiding another blade. She had to do this quick. Taking his face in her hands, she leaned her forehead against his. Taking in another deep breath, she pushed her soul into his being.
Just like the first time, she felt the resistance he had put up around his soul. She frowned, it was all so wrong. No one should guard themselves like this. Ignoring it, she pressed down deeper, breaking through the barriers and latching onto his large soul. Like his physical self, it too was wildly thrashing around. Holding on tightly, she gently slowed him down, sending soothing thoughts into him.
"It's alright" she whispered, "You just need to wake up."
But he ignored her. His mind was completely controlled by terror. It overpowered his senses. He couldn't see, he couldn't hear, he couldn't even think. But Maka wouldn't give up. Gripping him even tighter, she pressed her body hard against his, pushing the resonance to greater heights. She had to wake him up.
"Soul! Just wake up. I'm right here! Just wake up, please!"
She felt his soul twitch, hearing her for the first time. Slowly, he stopped thrashing on the bed, and his soul stopped its frantic movement. But still he trembled beneath her.
"It's okay" She whispered again, "it was just a dream. Just open you eyes Soul. Just wake up."
He shuddered beneath her, his arms automatically wrapping around her slender waist, puling her tight against his chest, the blades already gone. "Just a dream…" he murmured.
Maka nodded, her eyes closed tight, forehead still pressed against his, "You're okay. I'm right here." She felt his grip tighten, before his pulled his arms away from her body. He let out an exhausted sigh. Taking the cue, Maka pulled her body away, sliding next to him on the ruined bed. Opening her eyes finally, she found his red eyes staring up at her, his expression unreadable. "Hey…"
"Hey," he sighed out, running a hand through his hair. "I-I uh…sorry."
She gave him a gentle smile, "It's alright." There was a moment of silence as Soul looked away from her, pulling at random scraps of fabric. "What…what were you dreaming about?"
Soul's head snapped back towards her, his eyes guarded. "I don't remember." It was a blatant lie, and they both knew it. She held his eye contact as he waited, daring her to challenge his claim. She did not disappoint.
"You're lying to me."
"So what if I am."
"I felt your soul," Maka reached out and placed her hand on his bare chest, "you're terrified Soul. What are you so scared of?" Soul's blood went cold. She had gone that far when they resonated? How? He had buried it. He had buried all of it! He tried to turn his head away from her, but her hand moved from his chest to rest on his cheek. "Please, Soul."
His teeth clenched painfully. Why did she always have to fucking say his name like that? "I'm not scared of anything."
"I'm scared." Maka admitted, catching him by surprise. He watched her closely as she continued. "I'm scared I'm never going to be as good as my mama. She was the best, and I want to be better." He eyes flashed, "and that's why I need you to by my weapon."
Soul felt a slight smile come to his face, even now. Maka's fire was one of the things he liked about her, why he had let her come home with him. But there was a problem. "I can't be your weapon Maka. I-I can't be anyone's weapon. I can't have a miester."
Maka scooted closer to him, her hand still on his cheek, keeping his eyes on her. "Why?"
Soul shuddered again, closing his eyes for a moment. He couldn't answer. He had nothing to say.
"Is that why you're so scared?" she asked him quietly. His eyes snapped back open and she could see the fear etched so clearly, such a far cry from his usual 'cool' expression. "Did something happen to you?"
Soul broke his eye contact with her again. "Nothing…nothing happened to me…" he whispered, barely audible. Maka waited for him to continue, idly rubbing his cheek with her soft hand.
"It's okay, I promise," she whispered. He nodded, shuddering again, his eyes shining slightly as he held back his tears.
"It was last year. The first Social for weapons and miesters, I already couldn't have a miester, but they made me go. There was a girl, she wanted to-to be my miester. But I said no. She was persistent…not as bad as you though" He let out a choked laugh. "But she kept trying all night. She was the only person interested in me then. But finally she got it, that I didn't want to be her weapon. She was angry, but she ended up settling for this other weapon, a spear." He paused for a moment as his voice cracked. "Their wavelengths didn't match up at all, but she didn't care. I warned them! But they ignored me. She said she could make it work. She was trying to show me…show me that she could handle any weapon. That she could handle me…I tried to tell her, it didn't matter. I was never going to have a miester. But she ignored me."
Soul stopped as a single tear finally broke past his eyes. Before he could wipe it away, Maka let her thumb brush across his skin, catching the droplet. She gave him another encouraging smile, waiting for him to start again.
"They took a mission, first chance they got. It wasn't supposed to be hard. Just a Kishin-egg, weak one too…but they couldn't match wavelengths. She wasn't able to fight with him at all." His voice caught again, but he kept going, he couldn't stop if he wanted to. "He knew his duty as a weapon. He threw himself in front of her, sacrificing himself for his miester. He…he was a good weapon. He didn't deserve to…he just didn't deserve that." Soul's hands balled into fists, his nails digging painfully into his skin. "She broke down when…when he died in front of her. She didn't even move when it came for her. She just sat there, staring at the body. And then…and then…Damnit, she fucking died!" He screamed, pulling away from Maka's comforting hand and curling up into a ball, his body trembling. "They fucking died! Both of them. And it's all my fault! If she wasn't trying to prove something to me, it never would have happened. I could have saved them!"
Maka cringed as he continued to scream. Gently, she reached out and grabbed hold of him, pulling him onto her lap. Without resistance, he let her, wrapping his arms around her waist, his head in her lap.
"I killed it though," he breathed out, tears now flowing freely. "I killed it the next day. Lord Death let me watch their mission when I found out what happened, and then I went and killed it. I ripped its soul out of it's body while it was still alive. I didn't even eat it, I destroyed it! I ripped it into pieces. I didn't….I didn't want something like that inside of me." He let out a choked laugh, before breaking down into another series of sobs. "It…it's all my fault though. Killing it, it didn't bring them back…it's all my fault."
Maka frowned down at the trembling boy in her lap, stroking his messy hair soothingly. "It's not your fault Soul" He snorted in disbelief, but only pulled himself tighter against her body.
She took in a deep breath. This wasn't what she had expected, it was so much worse. She couldn't even imagine the guilt Soul was feeling. But still, it left her with a burning question. "Soul…why can't you have a miester?" She felt his body tense under her hands, but he stayed silent, the only sound his tiny gasps for air as he tried to calm himself down. "Please, Soul?"
Slowly, she felt him un-tense before he pulled away from her lap, letting go of her waist. Sitting up straight, he stared at her with his blood red eyes. "I can't have a miester" he whispered, "I can't have a miester…because…" Unknowingly she leaned forward, she couldn't miss what he was going to say next. She had to know why. Then maybe she could help him. "…because…I…"
BANG BANG BANG
The two teens jumped as someone banged on the front door, "Octopus head! Open up."
Maka almost let out a scream of frustration as she recognized the voice. This was not the time, not at all. She was going to kill him!
"Death Scythe?" Soul breathed out, looking over his shoulder and towards the front door. He glanced back at Maka who looked as surprised as him. Shaking his head, he grabbed a piece of the ruined bed and wiped his face clean. "We…we can talk about this later" he promised, looking down at Maka. "Okay?"
Maka gave him a gentle smile, reaching out and giving his hand a squeeze of support. "Okay." He nodded, and made to get off the bed before pausing. Turning his head back to Maka, he studied her for a moment. "What?"
"Thanks" he gave her a weak smile, before leaning over and kissing her on the cheek, "for everything." And then he was out of the room, leaving a blushing Maka in his wake.
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"What do you want?" Soul drawled as he opened up the door, clad only in his boxers.
What Spirit wanted, was to stab the impudent boy through the chest for wearing so little when his little girl was living on the premises. But he was here on an assignment from Lord Death, so he bit his tongue. "Lord Death requires your presence in the Death Room." He grunted out, "Be there in twenty minutes…. and bring my daughter."
Soul opened his mouth to ask why, but the older scythe had already turned away from him and was quickly walking away. He glared at the retreating figure of the man. He had a bad feeling in his gut. If Lord Death wanted to see both of them, it definitely wasn't going to be cool.
Well, here it is. So there it is, that's why Soul is so messed up. But why doesn't he want a miester? Dunno yet! Looks like they have a intense mission coming up from Lord Death for Maka and Soul. Here we go! Make sure to leave a review if you enjoyed.
Thanks for reading.
