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-Birthday Bash Indeed
Soul
"Fuck. Where am I? I can't see a thing...it's all, black," Soul thought as he groped in the dark environment. "Maka's soul was never like this...it used to be so, flowing and open. Warm, embracing, safe...home."
Soul grimly thought that this was his fault, for not being a better partner and more supportive. "I should have done everything I could have to make Maka happier...something must have really set her off. Why wouldn't she tell me? Did I do something wrong?"
The scythe continued to wander around, seeing nothing and wallowing in his uselessness, when he heard the sound of waves crashing softly in the distance, such a melancholy sound. An image of a lost little girl flooded his mind, the girl was blurred, but he could discern her sitting on the beach, drawing mindlessly in the sand with a stick. The waves echoed her emotions, sorrow, loneliness, hopelessness, unloved...for who could love such waves that crashed with fury and devastating power? He turned towards the source of the sound and began to run; Soul believed he would find the girl he imagined there. He wanted so desperately to comfort her. He wasn't sure how much time had passed when he finally arrived at a pale grey, sandy shore. Before him stretched a dark sea, willowing with the sighs and heaves of his breath. Soul frantically searched the beach, looking for the girl, but he couldn't find anyone. Not even a half-washed away trace of past footsteps, or faded drawings in the sand appeared. It was deserted.
"I-I thought that little girl would be here...did I just imagine all of that in the darkness? I seriously must be loosing my mind. I've got to find Maka! I don't have much time."
"Maka!" Soul's voice was whipped into the air by the wind. His voice rang out across the sea, up and down the shore, calling for his meister, but no reply was heard.
In the distance, the boy saw something breaking the waves, some sort of bridge or walkway. Soul ran over to the structure, to discover that it was a walkway that cut through the sea, into the distance. Red eyes scrutinized the path; he couldn't tell how far it went on, but he knew that something was drawing him towards the other end.
"It's not like I've got much of a choice or another lead. Maka...just please be at the other end," Soul took off down the cement way.
His feet dully pounded against the cement, in rhythm with the crash of the waves against the walls. His heavy breath heaved in and out in tempo, his whole body seemed to synchronize with the world, creating a song of life. His desperation to find his love played melodies in his mind, pulling the piece together. He shut his eyes temporarily, as if to envision the notes of his song dancing across the darkness. He sighed, letting the scene before him flood his vision once more.
After a bit of running, he came across a little girl sitting on a bench, staring at her feet which were kicking in the air. She looked eerily similar to the little girl he imagined, or perhaps she just looked familiar...
"Oi, what are you doing sitting here alone? We're in the middle of an ocean, it's dangerous."
"Ocean? What are you talking about, Mister? This is a park."
"Wha-"
But the albino finally took in his surroundings. Indeed, it was a grassy park, completed with a play structure, a bike path, a small fountain and some trees. He was sitting on a dilapidated bench, next to him was the small figure. He also got a good observation of the girl. She looked about 7, with blonde hair in tiny pigtails, and she was wearing pink overalls with a white undershirt. What he struck him most was her intense emerald eyes, as deep as an endless forest. She sighed and continued to look down at her swinging feet, seemingly deep in thought. Her expression seemed sad, or maybe worried?
"She looks so familiar...damnit why can't I think of a name? I wonder if she's alright? Wait, wasn't I-I was looking for somebo-" Soul lost his train of thought, and directed his attention towards the girl next to him.
"What are you doing here by yourself? Don't you have a Mom or Dad?"
"Mmm..yeah, I do." Her reply seemed to have sadness beyond her 7 years of age.
"Why are you here by yourself then?"
"You ask a lot of questions for a stranger, cause you know it's really none of your business," the girl curtly replied, her attitude reminiscent of a certain meister he knew.
"Yeah...it really isn't my business, is it?" Soul seemed to realize his forwardness with a chuckle. "But, you're a little girl here by yourself, and you're all sad, so I had to do something. A cool guy like me doesn't leave depressed kids on benches alone."
The girl smiled small and thought over his reply. She shrugged in the end, and twiddled her fingers together.
"So, why are you alone?" Soul asked again.
"Mama has gone away on a trip, and stupid Papa is off with a bunch of ladies," the girl angrily spat out the last part of her answer.
"That's not very cool of him, cheating on your Mom, huh?" Soul sadly said.
"No, it's not cool! I hate Papa! He says he loves Mama but then he goes and be's with other women! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! What sort of person says they love someone, but then goes and does something that hurts them!" The blonde seemed intelligent beyond her years, seeming to understand serious situations such as this one.
"I'll never love anyone! Love is stupid and isn't true at all, people just hurt each other in the end! Men are such pigs!" The girl concluded her rant with a huff.
Soul looked down at emerald eyes, they were filled with hatred, pain, and sorrow. "I've got to do something to show her that not all people are bad...I can't let her continue her life hating all men and thinking the world is without any love. With this hatred, it'll consume her."
The weapon didn't know what possessed him, but he leaved over and hugged the small figure. She seemed stunned, stiffening.
"Wha-you pervert! What are you doing?" Small fists banged on his back.
Soul wanted to comfort this girl, show her that there is good in the world, and there is true love; love that is unfaltering, everlasting, and pure. So he told her, "The world sucks, y'know? People can be mean to each other, and hurt each other... But there is good in this world. There are kind people, and brave people, and there will be people that will love you unconditionally. You shouldn't let your Papa show you otherwise. Things will be okay. You shouldn't close off your heart forever, Maka."
Emerald eyes widened in surprise and something seemed to open up inside of her soul. She let out her hatred and pain, as the younger Maka cried in Soul's arms, not even noticing that he already knew her name. She cried until her eyes ran dry, and the small girl was cuddling against the boy's chest.
"You know...you're really strange, for someone I just met..." the girl noted.
"Yeah, I know it may seem that way, but I know you, Maka," Soul tried to get the little girl to notice who he truly was, but she didn't realize it.
"How do you know my name? I never told yo-"
But before she could finish her sentence, Soul was back on the walkway in the middle of the ocean, sitting on a bench, staring at his empty arms and the empty seat next to him. Ocean spray misted over the albino. "What?...What the fuck just happened? I am SERIOUSLY going crazy. Did I just have a delusion on a bench?"
He calmed down a bit, remembering that he was inside of a soul, where anything could happen. He mulled over the events from the park, and his meeting with the younger meister. "Maka must have been so sad and lonely as a kid...that stupid Dad of hers, I'm going to knock him a good one when I get back. He showed Maka such a bad side of people. I hope that what just happened, really did happen, and maybe I really did help to comfort Maka...Maybe I made her a bit happier. Argh, I gotta find her!"
With that final note, he stood up and sprinted off down the walkway, towards an unknown destination and further challenges ahead.
Maka looked up from her knees, her cheeks streaked with dried tears. She couldn't cry anymore, there were no more tears left, just sadness remained. However, her heart suddenly felt a bit lighter. A small part of her heart seemed to perk up, as if the situation wasn't completely hopeless. She looked around at her surroundings to see the Red Imp sitting in a ripped, worn, black leather chair, sipping a glass of blood-red wine. He stared, grinning happily, at a humongous, stone wall stretched out in front of him. He seemed to be humming a horribly off-tune jingle to himself. The meister surveyed the wall; it seemed to endlessly reach left and right, and was incredibly tall. It looked pristine, except for a few, deep cracks that began to form...
Maka lowered her head back down, hugging herself tighter.