AN: Wanted to say: I'm sooooo sorry for not updating in forever! Was busy with...things... (aheh)
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater, I just am obsessed with it and write creepy stories using the characters, which I do not own either.
Onwards to the fanfiction that made me cry while writing it! Ikou ze! This chapter's short...grr...
I'm not knocking your want to carry that home
Took it with you when you moved and got it broke
Found the pieces, we counted them all alone
Didn't add up, forgot to carry a zero
I can't be your apologist very long
I'm surprised that you'd want to carry that on
Count your blemishes you can't they're all gone
I can't see your response putting them back on
Chapter Ten- "The Power to Forget"
"I'm...what?" Maka shook her head, still stunned from the nurse's announcement. " But...that's impossible." It couldn't be. It just couldn't, and even if it was: how?
"I-I'm sorry but the b-bloodwork," the nurse held the clipboard in front of her face as if asking to be hit."It says..."
"Yeah, I get that, but how?" Her eyes were clouding over with tears. "I—,"
"M-Maka?" Soul looked to his bewildered Meister, not sure what to make of the situation. Maka was looking at the nurse with such hatred he thought the poor woman should flee if she valued her life.
"...I'm afraid your daughter is...pregnant."
Spirit's eyes widened at the news. "Wait, WHAT?" Maybe he still had some water in his ears from the last time he went swimming. He did not just hear this doctor use the words "Maka" and "pregnant" in the same sentence, let alone in the same paragraph. Perhaps it was stress making him imagine things again; however, he knew that the older man standing before him in a lab coat was as real as could be, and that his words were as well.
"Do you have any idea who...?" the doctor trailed off, but his eyes were dour as he locked his stare with Spirit, waiting for the answer to the unfinished question.
"Maybe," began with difficulty. "It could be possible, that her assailant is the father." He gave Dr. Hardigan a sharp glance. "However. Under no circumstances may they ever know of her being attacked.
"That's... very serious," admitted the doctor with considerable chagrin. "You want us to lie to them?"
"Yes, I know, but she nor Soul can know about it. Although I'm sure that the memories were removed, knowing about it could most possibly bring back their trauma, resulting in total recall."
"I understand...could it be possible if I see them now?"
Spirit took a deep breath as he stood before the hospital room's door. His precious daughter, the thought sickened him. He squashed the thoughts of fury like flowers beneath his shoes. No, now was not the time for anger, for Stein had received his payment in full for his actions.
Three tolls of the bell from the clock tower across town in the church. A resounding KNOCK KNOCK echoed from the door.
Five, thought Soul, wondering why his brain was coming up with random numbers.
"Come in," he said absently, trying to figure the events of the past few hours out. Truthfully, he was having a hard time remembering the specific details from the last couple years. When the doorway revealed that it was Maka's father, his thoughts became seriously derailed. "Death Scythe?"
"Hello Soul, Maka..." he nodded kindly and tried his best to smile.
"Papa?" said Maka, realizing the magnitude of the situation. Frail, her voice was strained somehow when she chose to speak, and the effort was slightly draining. "Papa...I'm so-so—sorry." One tear, then another, fell onto the hospital gown. Spirit could hear them fall from the other side of the room; Soul felt something in his heart throb for a moment as a tear unwillingly slipped from one of his lucid ruby irises. "I, don't know why or how, but—,"
"Maka."
She was suddenly encircled in warmth, her eyes opened to see the grey ceiling blurred by the salty expressions of sorrow that were still dripping from her eyelashes. Her Weapon, no...her best friend was trying to give her some solace in this totally different world they had both awoken to.
"Don't worry Maka," said Soul. His voice was uncertain, confused, sad, but also strong. The strength in his voice was undeniable. He was helping to stand when it seemed she had fallen so far. He was her Weapon, and he could feel her soul. He could see it, the small wings on the sides seemed to flap weakly, and it was dim, wavering, battered, but next to it was his soul. Twisted, a bit worn, not in much better shape. Yet he knew they both were healing, getting better. "Don't worry. I'll help you."
Always, his soul would always be there for her.
"But—why?" she asked through the sobs caught in her throat.
"You don't remember what I promised?" The young mand pointed to his chest, then to hers. "My soul is with you Maka. As long as I live...'cause I love you."
She looked to him, to his eyes, her own still glistening with tears. Green and red. Red and green. Compliments of each other. Maka lay a hand on his chest, she could still feel the scar that was a result of her weakness. Still sobbing, she lay her head on his chest and let his warmth envelop her again, if he could share his strength that would be enough.
Like they're waiting for your guard to fall
So they can see it all
And you're so occupied with what other persons are occupied with
And vice versa
And you've become what you thought was dumb
A fraction of the sum
Yeah you've become, yeah you have become
A fraction of the sum
The middle and the front
And now it's coming back
Hasn't come too far
I was trying to help
But I guess I pushed too hard
And now we can't even touch it
Afraid it'll fall apart
Spirit smiled again, despite the niggling feeling at the back of his mind
