I know it's a little weird I upload this story. I was rereading a lot of my stories and I came across this unpublished one-shot I wrote for this story. I cried when I read it. I just had to share this piece with you all. So here's a piece when Soul fucks a statue!


The madness of the void

It hurt. It always hurt. The void that had always been there had been filled. He had for once in his life been complete and utterly at peace. He was loved and he was addicted to her sweet vibrant love. Her gentle touches were imprinted on his skin and her hands haunted him daily. The phantom of her hands would cup his face and her lips would plant kisses on his skin. It drove him mad. He was addicted to her. And she was gone.

Only his daughter occupied his thoughts. Chased the ghosts of her away. When he was with their beloved daughter, he was as complete as he could be. Looking into her vibrant emerald eyes, the eyes of her mother, he felt as alive as he could be with his precious beloved wife gone from this world.

"I'm seventeen years old, dad!" she yelled at him. "I'm almost an adult. I'm supposed to take over the kingdom in barely a year. Just let me live my life!"

"You don't know the dangers there are, Juliet!" Fear rooted in his belly. His eyes begging her and his hands desperately held her shoulders. "You could end up hurt. You're the only one who can run this kingdom."

"I want to run the kingdom, but I want to live my life too dad. I've already seen how busy you are, and I don't want to take the role of queen without at least living my life."

She was slipping from his hands just like Maka had. When her blue blood smeared his hands and her corpse laid on the ground in front of him. He could feel how his daughter slipped from his grasp just the same.

At the evenings, there were no family dinners at the large table. There were no walks in the garden. There were no longer board games in front of an open fire. There were no longer them together. His daughter was who knows inside of the kingdom living her life as she wished for, and he was left alone.

The phantom of his beloved wife's touches returned. As soon as the sun set and the moon seeped into the castle, her touches and the memories of her hit him hard. The void in his chest demanded to be felt. His chest hurt beyond belief the instant his wife took her last breath and her screams of agony came to an end. He could hear her voice. Her whispers of love and her kisses on his neck. Her phantom arms were wrapped around his waist and her giggles filled his mind. The memories of the past were too painful.

He couldn't take it.

He couldn't take it!

He couldn't take it!

Through his window, he saw the large statue in memory of the Kingdom's best queen, his beloved. Her golden hair pooling around her shoulders just like the day he met her. Large emerald eyes stared into his very soul and love that warmed his frozen body.

That's when he got the idea.

With a quick gesture of his hand, a large crystal appeared from the floor. Another gesture and crystal pieces fell to the floor and turned to dust. The crystal coloured and soon in front of him, he faced his beloved wife. Large green eyes peered at him just like when they sat together at the spa. Another gesture and the crystals in her face moved, creating the soft smile she was infamous for.

His heart fluttered. He wasn't very skilled when it came to bend and move crystals as muscles of a human. Throughout the night, he laid in bed with his wife, practicing moving every crystal in her face to mimic the expressions that haunted him.

It became easier. The fake crystal copy of her managed to fill a part of him like no one had after her sudden death. She couldn't talk, but her eyes and smiles were more than enough for him.

He closed the door after him and found his beloved wife seated on the bed just like he'd left her. "I brought us strawberries." He held the basket close as he planted a kiss on her delicate lips. She kissed him back and his heart fluttered deliciously like it always had. "I remember when we hid away in the west wing. You always brought strawberries with you and we ended up feeding each other." Both of them lay on the bed with the basked between them. His hand settled on the golden silk dress she'd ended up wearing. Maka smiled gently toward him like she usually did, her eyes glittering in the moon light.

They lay on the bed, feeding each other strawberries. He recalled his memories and spoke them to her, telling every precious memory of them and in between, he would tell her how much he loved her, still loves her, and gave her a kiss.

He and Maka didn't hide away in his bedroom any longer. He started taking her on strolls around the garden and he pointed out every new flower to every new tree the gardener had planted. She smiled gently toward him, rejoicing in being together again after such a long time apart.

He didn't hide anymore. To every meeting, he brought her. He voiced her wishes for the kingdom she couldn't. She was the queen of the kingdom and he was simply a substitute before their beloved daughter would take over. Every smile and emotional gaze she gave him, he knew exactly what was going on inside of her mind. They had always been the perfect team, and with her unable to talk, he would forever be her voice. He had no objections, he simply enjoyed her company, feeling so overjoyed from possessing the title of her husband.

"Excuse me," Black*Star had waited outside of another successful meeting where Maka's wishes went through. "Um, may I speak to the king? Alone." Soul didn't answer, instead he narrowed his eyes and nodded toward his wife. "Um… your majesty." He bowed toward his queen and instantly his wife felt a lot better.

Soul planted a quick kiss on her lips. "It will be quick." He reassured her and she gave a soft smile in return. She silently left him and wandered down the corridor toward the west wing.

"Are you okay?" Black*Star spoke as soon as his wife had disappeared around a corner. "You haven't been acting… healthy."

"Healthy? I'm the healthiest I've ever been. Maka makes sure I eat every piece of vegetables the chefs cook."

"No, no, no, that's not what I mean at all." He waved away and placed his hand on his shoulder. "I mean about Maka's death. You don't seem to… to cope well with it."

Dead? Maka was fine. She was beyond fine. She was breathing and smiling and kissing him. She was there, she was beyond fine. A humorous chuckle escaped him and he slowly shook his head. "I know all of us will die one day, Black*Star, but you don't need to worry about it. I've plans of passing before she will." He excused himself and left Black*Star.

He snuck inside of the same room where his beloved wife and he had always met up every night after they'd met. On the bed waited she, confident and bare. A large grin spread on his face as he untied his red mantle. It pooled to the floor and he neared the bed. "I'm sorry about earlier." He crawled up toward her and wrapped his arms around her smooth porcelain skin. "You know how Black*Star is. Always something on his mind." Their lips connected and he kissed her with every fibre of his being. Her delicate hands tugged at his shirt and he took it off. Soon the rest of his clothes joined on the floor and they were one again. One again after so many years of being apart, they were joined once again on the same bed they first joined bodily.

He was happy like he'd never been in a really long time. With his wife smiling softly and her large emerald eyes admiring him, he finally found peace. He was utterly at peace in her arms.

The day came too quickly for his liking. They got up after a passionate night of love and got dressed. Hand in hand, they wandered toward the dining hall. When they rounded the corner, Black*Star stood there in full armour and sword at his side. Behind her stood his wife Tsubaki, surprisingly in also a full-body armour which was too large for her body.

"Why are you wearing that? Don't you know wearing that upsets the queen?" Soul snarled and his hand tightened on Maka's. "She doesn't wish for anything related to violence. Black*Star, your duty as a guard ended years ago!"

"But my duty to protect the royalty from harm never ended." he spoke calmly. "Soul, Maka died years ago. On Arachnophobia."

"No."

Black*Star took a step closer. "She died of bloodloss from a wound in her shoulder."

"She didn't!" Soul wrapped his arm around Maka and brought her close to him. "She's right here!"

"Her last wish was for you to cut out Juliet from her womb. She wanted you to save her when both of you knew she couldn't be saved."

"It's not true!" Soul yelled and his nails dug into the soft silk of her dress. "Can't you see her?! She's fine! She's always been fine!"

"Soul." Tsubaki spoke and neared her husband. "You returned with her body. The whole kingdom wept. You were at her funeral—"

"Stop it!" A crystal erupted from the ground and pointed toward the pair.

Black*Star quickly cut it with his swords, taking another step toward him. "You married her on paper after the funeral. You became the king to fulfil Maka's dreams and visions for the future."

"STOP IT!" Soul screamed and many crystals erupted from the ground and pointed toward Black*Star and Tsubaki. Soul backed into a wall and Maka concernedly gripped his waist.

Black*Star swung his sword and cut down the crystals. He gave Tsubaki a look and she stepped backwards. Black*Star stepped passed the crystals and neared him. "Soul, Maka is dead. Maka hasn't been alive for over seventeen years."

"SHUUUUUT UUUUUP!" Soul screamed as loud as his lungs allowed him, crystals erupted from the ground and created a ball around him. Tears prickled his eyes and fell down his cheeks. His hands fisted his hair and he breathed fast.

It wasn't true.

It wasn't true!

It wasn't true!

Maka tightened her grip on him, comfortingly hugging him. His eyes locked with her soft ones and she gave him a soft smile. His hands entangled from hers and he roughly brought her into a hard hug.

She was here.

"Dad!" The crystal prison he'd created crumbled. The crystals turned to dust and in came their daughter running at full speed. Her emerald eyes twisted with agony and tears rolling down her cheeks. "Dad! You can't torture yourself like this!" Her hands ran in his hair and forced him to look at her. "Mama is dead! She died when you saved me! She died when you both saved me!"

"No Juliet!" He wanted to look away but her grip was too great on his hair. She forced him to look into her eyes filled with agony. "Mama is here, she is here! See!" He let Maka pull away from him but their hands stayed entwined. "See? She isn't dead. She has never been dead."

"That isn't her!" Juliet roughly grabbed his hand and placed it on her neck. "Feel dad. Feel my warmth. My pulse. This is how life feels like!" Her neck was warm. A warmth he hadn't felt in a long time. Just under his fingertips, he felt the fast strong beat of her pulse.

His heart twisted with pain as he moved his hand to his wife's neck. Unlike their daughter, he didn't feel the same warmth. He didn't feel any warmth at all. The warmth he'd always felt from her wasn't there. And under his fingertips he didn't feel a pulse. Softly his wife smiled toward him as she cupped his hand on her neck.

"You created her dad." His eyes returned to their daughter's same emerald ones. "Just like you created the monument you created in the basement. Just like the statue you can see from your window." More tears fell from her eyes as she cupped his cheek. "Dad, the flowers on her grave have wilted."

He remembered. The painful day at volcano Arachnophobia. The lonely days at the humongous empty dinner table. The phantom touches of his wife. The agony he felt and the maddening wish to see his wife again.

His head dropped and he let out a loud cry of pain. "… She is dead." The copy of his beloved wife he'd created turned to dust beside him. "I-I haven't even given her fresh flowers in weeks!" he cried loudly as he wiped the tears that fell from his eyes. "… I-I've neglected her! S-she must h-hate me!"

Juliet brought her father into a hard embrace as they cried together. "S-she wouldn't ever! S-she couldn't!" she sobbed into her father's hair. "S-she was too k-kind-hearted."

He hated himself. He hated himself enough for both of them. He'd neglected her final resting place. He'd neglected the chamber where his monument to honour her life. He'd neglected her. As kind as she was, she could only hate him. She could only hate him after what he'd done."

Juliet pulled away from him and cupped his face, forcing him to gaze into her moisty eyes. "Come with me. We will give her fresh flowers and you can vent everything out to her."

He could only cry as he stood up on unsteady legs, Juliet collecting him in her arms and he could swear as they moved passed Black*Star and Tsubaki, heading toward the royal garden to collect the most beautiful flowers, he could feel a comforting caress of his wife.