Soul found himself in darkness, utter pitch black darkness that frightened him. He'd been here before, in his own mind, even in his own soul. He shuddered, until he remembered the reason he was here.
"Maka!" he yelled out, looking around. He placed his arms out in front of him, trying to find something to guide him to her, anything.
"Soul?" came a weak and raspy voice, Soul's heart broke.
"Maka?" she sounded so hurt, so fragile. "Maka where are you?" and suddenly there was light, a bright white one that hurt Soul's eyes, he placed one hand over them to try and block it, but then it went normal, and he found himself in something that looked like a library, dozens of books were lined on shelves, there were plenty of desks, and also some couches and chairs by a fireplace.
"Maka?"
"Soul, over here." she croaked, and he followed her voice, only to find her on one of the couches with her stomach bleeding, her green eyes happy. "I knew you'd come."
"Oh man Maka." he said, looking at the deep gashes, easing her off the couch to which she whined in protest, but quieted when he placed her body in his lap, his hands gently caressing her cheeks.
"Cute aren't you two?" came a purr. He glared up, recognizing the voice, and Maka shuddered. The demon was resting comfortably on top of one of the bookshelves, its tail comfortably flicking back and forth.
"How the hell are you still alive!" Soul yelled angrily.
"Simple, when the idiot tried to kill me he merely made me into a demon hungry for another host, and since she was the closest and most vulnerable."
"Don't call Kid an idiot." Maka said angrily, pushing herself up so she was in somewhat of a sitting position next to Soul. "He's stronger than you'll ever be."
"Of course, just like the blue haired one." laughed the demon.
"Shut up." Maka said angrily, but it was weakening and she was now leaning on Soul, he was wondering why the hell somebody hadn't taken care of her wounds already.
"And now you'll be my newest toy!" she said happily, "Oh we'll have so much fun together."
"No." Soul said, standing up, Maka sat on her knees looking up. "You may have screwed with my life, but I will not let you mess with Maka's!"
"Oh really?" said the demon, pretending to be afraid, "And what's the insane weak human going to do about it?"
"I'm not weak." said Soul, looking at the ground. "Not when I have Maka, you have no right to call me weak!"
Suddenly he felt pain in his right arm, he clenched his teeth together and fought it, he knew he had to. Suddenly the demon gasped and he heard a light gasp from Maka. He looked at his right arm, which had been replaced with something that looked like the blade part of a scythe. He was shocked, but then smiled evilly at the demon.
"Whose the weak human now?"
The demon flicked her tail as a whip towards him, only to have him cut it in half. The screech of pure agony that followed told him he had gotten a direct hit as the demon examined her blood dripping tail. Suddenly smoke poured out of the demon's nose and she shot a jet of fire from her mouth, Soul ducked only to have the tip of his hair singed, however another book case close behind them was scorched and began to burn. The demon ran at Soul, and there was a loud clatter as scythe hit claw. Soul managed to actually cut most of the demon's tail off, a funky colored blood dripping from the fresh and open wound, however by this time a thick black smoke had filled the air. Soul was trying hard to see, and even to breathe, he felt so tired and sick to his stomach. The demon glared at him, moving in for one last strike, Soul turned to block, only to feel his arm slice something. He turned to see the demon's head fall to the floor, he'd done it. The had exploded into flame, same as the body. Soul collapsed to the ground, the room spinning in front of him, his eyes barely focusing on anything but the girl he loved. His arm changed back to normal.
"Maka." he whispered, struggling to get to her, not stopping until he was at her side, one arm protectively over her.
"Soul." she whispered, then listened as he coughed, the hard coughs causing them both to shake, Maka moving closer to Soul's warmth.
"It's over." he said with smile, his crimson eyes closing.
"Yeah." she whispered, turning around and kissing him as the room slowly faded.
