One book in one year, written about your partner. Game on. Oh wait, they're writing about you too. [SoMa, TsuStar, KidLiz]

Rated M for Mature content

Genre: Romance, Suspense

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Fiction

Sunshinegirl09

Soul

"Maka," I warned. "Would you stop crutching around?"

Maka looked up, sweat beading down her forehead as she gripped her crutches.

"But then I'm immobile," She answered.

"I can get things for you," I countered, coming closer and planting my hand firmly on the stubborn girl's shoulder.

"I don't like to be dependent," Maka argued, crinkling her nose.

I rolled my eyes. She was becoming less obedient. This was the third day she was in the hospital. She wasn't even supposed to be out of bed yet. Now she was crutching around the whole hospital. Getting lunch. Socializing. Talking to nurses.

"Seriously, Maka," I continued. "You're not going to heal properly. How is it going to feel when blood starts coming through the bandage from overworking yourself, huh?" My challenge didn't phase her.

"Eh, it won't," Maka replied.

I strongly doubted that.

We were now back in her room and it was littered with gifts already. Chocolates and cards and little gifts you found at Hallmark stores. There were even a few CD's and movies. I wondered where all these friends came from because I seriously doubted Maka knew these people.

"Maka," I pried, once I pushed her into the bed. "Where are all these gifts from?"

Maka sighed, looking up in wonder, shaking her head. Then she glanced back down to me.

"'They were mailed from my classmates. From 9th grade."

I almost thought shivers ran down my spine. They sent her...fucking gifts? But why? I thought that was the worst year of her life.

"Why?" I wondered.

Maka shrugged.

"Read one of the cards," She remarked, looking at one in particular.

I picked it up and opened the cover, ignoring the decorations.

Dear Maka,

I really hope you get better! I can't believe you took out Kyou's crew! I'm so sorry I misjudged you last year! I'm sad now that we don't go to the same high school. If we had, you would've known how bad Kyou was. He basically ran the whole school. It was hell! Thanks to you he's been taken to a detainment center for troubled teens and his band of crazy violent friends! I'm really sorry that I avoided you last year! It was all because of Kyou! Please forgive me and I hope you get better soon. Then maybe we can meet up sometime in the future!

From,
Yenny

I put down the card and just stared at Maka. Then I took another one and another. They were all praising Maka for taking care of Kyou. It made me wonder if she was beginning to miss her old life at that school. I knew it was awful but it seemed like the beginning of the year wasn't. Maybe she used to be friends with all of these people before Kyou ruined everything.

"Maka Albarn," I addressed her. "You are amazing."

She blinked at me in wonder, unknowingly. That girl could be oblivious sometimes.

"Not really," She answered but I just shook my head and then I thought of something.

"Hey," I said. "I checked my phone that I left at the hotel finally in between visiting hours."

"Mmhmm," My girlfriend mumbled, then suddenly her eyes widened.

I gave her a questioning smirk, then cleared my throat.

"Soul Evans!" I imitated in a high pitched voice. "I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you but I want an explanation, okay? Where are you? You're gone and I need to talk to you. Something's obviously fucked up here an-"

"Alright, alright," Maka cut in. "I was a little mad, maybe. You deserved it."

I drummed my fingers against the bed, on her knee.

"But what made you come for me?" I inquired. "Honestly, I thought I did a pretty good job shoving you away."

"Mmmm..." Maka looked up again as if the ceiling was that damn interesting. "I read your story."

I tried to keep my face from turning bright red, remembering my last entry. Where I was so frustrated because of what Wes made me do. But there were just certain things. There were certain things you'd do. Do for love.

"What would you do for love...?" I mumbled, shaking my head. "I thought you were gonna hate me so much that you'd never even consider coming for me. I wouldn't have thought that you wouldn't give up."

Maka smiled, that gorgeous smile, and laugh.

"That is what I'd do for love," She told me. "I knew something was just off. And I went to investigate. I read your story and knew something else must've been going on. That was way too sudden to be true."

I sighed, glancing up at the oh-so-interesting ceiling.

"Well, I'm glad that you came for me," I said. "If you hadn't we both could've been screwed."

"Both?" Maka wondered. "Only me, baka." She giggled.

I clicked my tongue.

"If you were killed, I'd probably commit suicide," I admitted, knowing it was the truth. I was a cutter. That didn't mean, of course, that I was willing to kill myself. But it meant that I was already depressed. It meant that I already hated myself. And Maka was the only thing that kept me wanting to live. I had nothing else. I had no one else.

Maka put her hand over her mouth.

"Soul, don't say that!" She protested, shooting upwards in her bed but wincing in pain.

I placed my hands gently on her shoulders and pushed her back down into her bed.

"But I wouldn't have anything to live for," I told her seriously, looking in her eyes, wondering when I became such a weak person.

There was a dead silence for a few seconds.

And then Maka punched my shoulder.

"Baka!" She scolded. "Don't do such crazy things! If we both ended up dead and you died because you killed yourself, I'd avoid you in heaven!"

I rolled my eyes.

"Oh yeah? How do you know I'm going to heaven?" I demanded, smirking.

"Please," Maka groaned. "I know Soul Eater Evans better than anyone." She smirked. "And deep down, he is a softie." She pushed my chest with her fingers, the smirk only growing on her face.

"Ugh," I turned away, hiding a smile. "Why do I like you?"

"Excuse me, lovebirds!" It was Liz.

She and Kid entered. And they were holding hands.

"Wait a second," Maka interjected. "Are you two-"

"Going out?" Liz cut in. "Yes. Don't ask about that story."

"What about the story?" I wondered as she set a bouquet of flowers on the nightstand, admiring all the gifts around her.

"I said don't ask!" Liz snapped, looking at a smiling Kid, who was finding the whole situation obviously amusing.

Maka and I didn't get it.

"Basically, a police officer forced us to go out," Liz mumbled. "He stalked us everywhere, insisting we were a cute couple. We were trying to give effective descriptions of Kyou's gang while they were trying to get us together. Ugh. Some workers."

Maka couldn't stop laughing. Well, it was amusing.

"Where's Patty?" Maka asked.

"She's been hanging out with with Lord Death," Liz remarked.

"The principal?" Maka and I squawked.

"Well it is his dad," Liz pointed at Kid, who was nodding. "And we do live at his house."

"What about your parents, Soul?" Kid asked, speaking finally.

I sighed. It was a bit complicated.

"They're talking to Wes. I've spoken to them once on the phone. They asked me to come home immediately but I told them I was staying with Maka." I remarked. "They said that was fine. I think they're just shocked that something like this could happen to us."

I noticed Maka looking at me with watery eyes. I didn't know why. She shouldn't pity me. She was the one that was supposed to be pitied. She was freaking shot.

"Black Star and Tsubaki should be coming back sometime soon," Liz came in thankfully. "They said they went to go buy food but I think it must've been a date or something."

"Oh those two..." Maka rolled her eyes.

"WE HAVE ARRIVED! DON'T TALK BEHIND OUR BACKS!" Black Star burst through the door. "Maka? Not out of bed yet? One look at my godly figure should cure you for sure!"

Tsubaki timidly walked behind him, pulling his shoulder back.

"Hey, Black Star," we all greeted with a moan.

Tsubaki

I painfully restrained my boyfriend from demolishing the entire room. His excited greeting probably wasn't the best for Maka in her condition. Then again, I had heard from a worried Soul that she was trying to crutch around the hospital like mad.

Now that was determination.

"Where's my Papa?" She asked me.

"I heard he was buying you a new cell phone," I answered. "Considering that water from the pond did wonders to it."

Maka grimaced, remembering that her wallet had also been soaked and her car keys, which her father recovered with a frown. Not because they were wet but because he had to go out looking for the vehicle. Maka was still unconscious.

And at that moment on time, Maka's father walked in the room, wailing.

"Makaaaa!" He cried. "Papa got you the best smart phone they had!"

He shoved it in his daughter's face.

"I see it," Maka grumbled, but took it nonetheless.

"See he loves you," Soul teased.

"Shut up punk," Maka's dad snapped. "I still don't approve of youuu!"

Soul only smirked at the over protective, refraining from a smart remark. They never did exactly get along well.

Then again, I had only seen Black Star's family once and they basically tried to kill me. Now I understood why he never took me to his house. It was back in December when we were walking and they saw us, all bearing a star tattoo star just like Black Star's. I promised Black Star not to tell anyone about this. I didn't really care. As long as I was with him, nothing could hurt me.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. A guilty Ox walked in. He and Maka stared at each other for about a minute and then he apologized. That was when I realized it was getting rather crowded in here.

Maka, Soul, Maka's Dad, Liz, Kid, Black Star, Ox and I.

"Well we did bring snacks," I said, holding up the grocery bag I was carrying. I tossed some fruity drinks around to everyone. Then some chips and yogurt. It was a good thing I got a little extra we had just enough for the eight of us. Any more and-

Knock knock!

Another person walked in the room.

"Marie-sensei! Stein!" We all cried. The two teachers walked in, arm and arm, each holding gifts.

"We heard that our poor student was shot," Stein said with that creepy smirk. "Had to make sure the hospital wasn't going to do any weird experiments on you...before me."

Marie elbowed him and handed us more things.

Maka

I couldn't believe my teachers just walked into the room. What the hell was going on? Not like I cared that much. Their entire presence brought a totally comedic atmosphere that destroyed Ox's depressing apology. Really he didn't need to apologize. He helped.

"Now, I'm sure you guys can be inspire to write great stories from this, right?" Marie suggested

Soul and I burst out laughing as if we shared some unknown and inside secret. Some joke. Which we were. We saved each other because of our stories.

"What?" Marie blinked.

"Never mind," Soul chuckled, leaving everyone confused.

Now it was getting kind of crowded in the tiny hospital room. Eleven people.

I opened the bag of chips on my bed and began to eat, wondering if I had missed out. This food...junk food. I never thought I'd want it so badly. It'd been almost six days without it and I thought I was dying. I then took a swig of some kiwi flavored drink. Yep. Amazing too.

I missed living normally. Well, minus the fact that I was in the hospital. I didn't feel so lonely anymore.

Suddenly, there was the sound of thudding feet. I thought it was like a stampede of footsteps. Everyone else seemed to notice too. Then there was shouting. For a moment, I thought Kyou's gang was back but they were put away. So what exactly was going on?

"Stop! You can't go in there!"

Panic struck my heart. One of the nurses was shouting that but it seemed that she was run over.

Everyone in the room stood in front of my bed, sensing that the footsteps were coming for us. What was it?

"MAKA ALBARN!" Yes. It was for me.

Soul moved in front of me and gripped my hand.

And then the door burst open. And our whole class came crashing in.

"You got shot!" Ami bellowed.

Twenty worried looking kids stood before us. In a Tokyo hospital. Two hours away from Death City. What. The. Fuck.

"U-Uh...yeah," I answered, feeling that there was no room to breathe, considering there were almost 3o people in the room.

"Does it hurt?" Another kid asked.

"Well, yeah. I mean it is a gunshot wound." That's when I realized that I was at loss for words because I was so touched. I thought this kind of stuff only happened in dramas. Your entire class coming to see you in the hospital, even people that hated you, like Ami. Then again, it was people in dramas that got shot. But how could they all get here? Why would they care so much?

"You guys," Soul was reading my mind. "How did you all get here?"

"We took a train!" Someone announced.

Why didn't I think of that? Oh yeah. I kind of needed my car.

"Why did you come?" I wondered.

"Because we were worried!" Kilik answered, stepping forward. "How could you do this? Going and getting shot! Geez!"

I laughed lightly, blushing at all of the attention. Here was my class standing in a super stuffed room, fighting past nurses, coming miles, just to see me. I had some pretty crazy, fucked up friends.

Hiro was even here. I couldn't believe this.

"Ah man," Soul cackled. "All you guys coming here for this violent girl."

I refrained from slapping him. I remembered all of his bruises.

"Excuse me! This is unacceptable!" A nurse cried, shoving her way into the thick crowd of kids who all glared at her. "This is not good for her!"

Everyone just laughed, ignoring her.

"I mean it!" She angrily replied. "I can call security or the cops and they'll force you out!"

I saw Tsubaki stop Black Star from nearly punching her.

"Alright, alright," Stein said. "Could we at least take a group picture."

The nurse's eyebrow twitched.

"Do you promise to leave?" She addressed everyone.

Everyone nodded, sighing. They came all that way too. Maybe they would stay and individually visit later.

Marie handed the nurse her camera and everyone came and clumped around my bed, packing tightly. I suddenly felt like crying. I never knew I had so many people by my side. All the cards and gifts from my old classmates, my new ones coming to actually see me...such people who cared.

The nurse held up the camera.

Don't cry, Maka! I thought to myself. I smiled bigger. This was going to be the picture of a lifetime.

Click.

And it was.

Author's Note: Soooo basically I ended up in the hospital. THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR SHOOTING MAKA! I sprained my ankle...really badly. It already had problems from previous sprains. My mom was taking pictures of me jumping into our pool and on one of the jumps my foot got caught in a small hole between our deck and pool. My momentum pushed me forward into the water but my foot stayed. I know. I am a BAKA. And of course my mom got the picture too. She didn't even know I was hurt until I screamed. Ugh. Life. So Maka's crutching around is inspired by MUAH. I FREAKING HATE CRUTCHES AND BEING IMMOBILE. aiofnaoifnaiofn. So ANYWAY review. That was just the reason for a long time without an update.