Soul had been too pre-occupied in the last month to do his job properly. He thought he had been fucked in the head after his last meeting with Maka, but about a month ago this feeling of dread had settled in his stomach and he hadn't been able to shake it.
He had called BlueStar to make sure Maka was okay and he'd reassured him that she was better than ever. Apparently she went on some Spring Break get away with the dick hole and when she came back it was like the old Maka had returned. Soul didn't like it one bit.
Kid had told him that he would be receiving reinforcements last night, although the ass hadn't mentioned who it would be. Man was he shocked when the dick hole and Maka had showed up and kicked ass. Their resonance was strong and it tugged at his heart. It seemed that she had really moved on. He hadn't gotten a chance to talk to them before they were separated again, chasing Kishin in opposite directions. He had tried reaching out to her soul, as he did every day, thinking that her proximity might yield a different result but it didn't. He still got nothing off of her and it felt like a knife to the gut.
Currently he was sitting at an outdoor table at a pub waiting for them to make their appearance. He had left a message with the front desk for them to meet him here 10 minutes ago. He was startled out of his thoughts when he saw her. Last night all he had seen was her weapon form, but today in the day light she was gorgeous. Her hair was in its pigtails, her green eyes sparkled and her smile stole his breath. She wasn't looking at him however, she was looking to her right at the dick hole. She wore her customary jacket, skirt and combat boots. He knew she wore gloves as a Meister to help fight so he was surprised she still wore them.
That's when he noticed it. She was holding hands with her new Mesiter. Holding. Fucking. Hands. Soul felt his heart drop to his stomach. No way. The blood in his veins started boiling as she sat down across from him. Damien locked eyes with Soul as he pushed in her chair and took his own seat.
Maka had long since stopped paying attention to the things that happened around her body. It was just easier that way. Madness had stopped laughing though, and the sudden silence unnerved Maka. She tried to take stock of her surroundings but everything was too bright. She didn't like it. She liked the dark where she lived, and the laughing. Why wasn't the laughing there anymore?
She was starting to panic but then, she saw him. His white hair, red eyes, pointed teeth. She knew this man. Who was he? Why couldn't she remember? It was important, she knew him! She started thrashing in her chains, tearing her skin. Who was he? Who was he?!
Madness looked at her, afraid for some reason Maka couldn't figure out but right now she didn't care. She needed this man. He had to see her. He would save her! She knew it. What was his name?!
"Soul."
The word slipped out of her mouth without her knowing it. Her voice didn't sound familiar, it was too harsh and slightly breathy. She couldn't remember the last time she had spoken. But the more she used it, the stronger it became.
"Soul! SOUL! Help me Soul! I'm here! Can't you see me?!"
But he didn't see her. Sure, he looked at her, her body which she thought was hers but couldn't really be sure anymore. She was starting to remember. Her name was Maka, and that was Soul and he was always there for her. Madness interrupted her struggles.
"He wasn't there for us the last month. Why would he be there for us now? Don't you remember? He left us. He won't save us."
Maka didn't stop shouting his name though. Madness was wrong. Soul would save her. Soul always saved her.
Soul couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. Maka didn't seem any different but at the same time she was. They had been talking about the Kishin running roughshod over the city for the last few minutes but he just couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Maka, what the hell are you doing with this dick?"
Maka looked startled. Damien started to protest but Maka stopped him with a hand on his thigh.
"Could you give us a moment?"
Damien didn't look happy, but he lifted her hand and placed a kiss on her palm.
"I'll just be at the bar inside if you need me."
Soul was seething now with rage and jealousy. Damien walked inside the pub and Maka settled her attention on Soul.
"It's hardly your business Soul. We're over, you dissolved our partnership and have been in London for the past half a year."
"I don't mean what are you doing with him as a partner. I mean what are you doing dating that asshole?"
Maka let out a sigh and looked him in the eyes. There was something different about her eyes.
"He's been there for me. Through the injury, through you leaving, through everything. I know it's probably hard for you to see but that's the truth. You left Soul, you left and yeah, you took part of me with you. But these last few months with Damien? I've been getting that part back. I fell in love. We didn't mean for it to happen, it just did."
Soul felt his heart shattering. This couldn't be it. He wouldn't let her go. He thought she had needed space but he was wrong, he should have told Kid to fuck himself and stayed at the DWMA and made Maka see how much he loved her. He was just about to tell her when she reached over the table and took his hand.
"I loved you Soul, but you hurt me. You hurt me a whole hell of a lot. I can't do it again. Please, I know it's hard but I'm happy now. Let me be happy."
And just like that, the words died in his throat. How could he say no? All he had ever wanted was for her to be happy. He swallowed the lump in his throat and rose from his chair.
"I'll take everything north of the River Thames. Y'all take everything South. I hope you have a safe trip back to the DWMA okay?"
She stood as well and started to head inside the pub, but he had to see her face one last time.
"Maka?"
She turned around and for just one second, he thought she looked like a completely different person. There was just something so wrong about her. Then again, there was just something so wrong about all of this. He shook his head.
"I'm sorry. For everything."
And then he turned and did the hardest thing he had ever done in his miserable life. He walked away.
"NOOOOOO!" Maka had screamed for him until her voice was hoarse. He was walking away. Where was he going? He was supposed to save her! He didn't see her! How could he not see her?! She was right in front of him, calling for him, begging him and he just walked away! He abandoned her. Again.
She couldn't hold it together anymore. She split apart at the seams. She screamed, a long wordless sound of agony.
"Shhhhh. It's okay baby. I have you."
Madness stroked her hair and Maka fell silent. Madness was right. She'd always been right.
Damien was beyond pleased with himself. Last night he had fucked Maka in the same hotel that Soul slept in and he came harder than ever knowing that information. He fucking hated that cocky, pointy-toothed bastard, it made fucking his girl all the more delicious. He knew that right now Maggie was nailing the coffin in Soul and Maka's 'relationship' and it made him feel downright tingly. Sure the goal was to flood the world with so much madness that it threw it into chaos, but fucking Maka and fucking with Soul,well that was just for fun.
He felt more than heard Maggie's approach.
"Everything go well?"
Maggie laughed darkly.
"Better than well. Soul won't be bothering us again this trip, and Maka has finally snapped. The Madness has fully consumed her now and is growing exponentially. I think it'll only be a few more days before she's ready."
Damien drained his beer and turned to face her.
"Excellent."
