-waves- WELL HAY THER!
Sorry I'm late again. Hetalia is very distracting.
And this might be the last update for a while. I've got a huge paper coming up and I need to focus on it. Sorry. D:
I also still need some ideas for the later drabbles. Thanks to everyone who sent some in already! :D
Soul Eater (c) Atsushi Okubo
Story of Evil (c) Vocaloid
Story
"Here, change into my clothes."
The princess could only stare at her servant in horror and confusion.
"Please, do this and escape immediately."
"No, Len! You can't be serious!" She cried pleading with him as he began redressing her himself, as he always had every morning and night.
"It's alright. Don't worry about it."
"But Len-"
"We are twins," he said, cutting her off as he slipped her dress over his body and removed the tie from his hair. "There is no difference here to see."
He guided her to the escape route. That secret tunnel had been installed centuries ago, and while he had hoped they would never need to use it, he knew one day they would have to.
"Please, hurry and escape."
But the princess would not budge. "Len..." She took his hand in hers, and with a frantic smile continued to beg. "Please, come with me! It isn't too late! We can both escape! We can still be together!"
The servant, the boy, her mirror, her twin, her brother, merely smiled some melancholy smile, and tucked his sister's hair into his black cap.
"Be free, Rin."
He pushed her into the entrance and locked it behind her, and with a sad smile still on his face, turned back to face his end.
Maka must have read the Story of Evil a dozen times already, but she couldn't stop reading it! No matter how downright depressing it was, it was such a good story. She could only take a chapter a day though. She was a tough girl and all, but even tough girls get emotional when they read a story like this one.
Silently, the meister continued reading, her face growing sadder and sadder until she had finished the chapter. No matter how many times she read it, the second chapter, the Servant of Evil, always made her miserable. While dedication like that was admirable, it was also heartbreaking.
If she was a heartless sort of person, she might have laughed at the fact that the servant died in drag.
But she was moved by it, so the thought didn't really help.
Maka sighed, looking at the last page of the chapter. The Servant of Evil chapter really did strike a chord with her. She didn't really like the analogy of her as a princess, and Soul sure as hell wouldn't roll over and play servant, but the fact was that the brother's dedication to his sister was so similar to Soul's loyalty to her, it sort of gave her more hope for other boys. If they all had Soul's or the servant's dedication, maybe she could-
Wait.
Wait wait wait.
The servant swore to protect his princess no matter what he had to do.
Soul never stopped to tell Maka when she was being stupid that he would protect her no matter what.
The servant had given up the love of his life so that his princess would be happy.
Soul had gotten cut up and beat up so many times to make sure Maka stayed safe.
The servant died to let his princess escape the rebellion.
And Soul...
Maka dropped the book in her lap, and her eyes started to well.
xXx
Soul thought had had been imagining it when he heard sniffling coming from outside his room, but when he went to investigate and saw Maka wiping tears from her eyes, he grew concerned.
"Maka?"
"Oh! S-Soul!" his meister started wiping away the tears faster now, but she still sniffled a little.
Soul came to her side. "Maka, what's wrong?"
"I-It's nothing." she said. "Just the book I was reading." And in a way, she wasn't lying.
"The book?"
"Yeah... I've read it a bunch of times, but this one part just gets me every time..."
Soul frowned in thought.
"...wanna get something at Death Robbins?" he said at last. "My treat."
Sniffle. "...okay."
And as Soul smiled and handed Maka her jacket, she did start to feel a little better. Soul was dedicated to her, but he wasn't like the servant. He did care for her, like a brother to a sister, but he wouldn't die for her or die with her. He would do everything he could to make sure they both got home alive and well.
And, just as the princess was dedicated to preserving the memory of her beloved brother, Maka was dedicated to her partner as well. Because if something happened, and they did fall in battle, she would make sure he would accept defeat with his honor intact, in dignity, and in pride.
And in pants.
This dose of fluff and partial Len abuse has been brought to you by Arue and K.O. Till next time!