Soul's POV
It was 12:15 AM when we arrived home. It felt like the longest night ever in history. Maka is on the couch and I don't know what to do first... Maka is usually good at these things, but now... She needs rest... Lord Death or Spirit - who should I call first? Probably not her dad considering he would freak and blame me for it... Wait... I through my hands to my head. It is my fault! I wanted to scream, but then I would disturb the neighbors and I don't think Maka would like everyone knowing what happened to her. I'll just call Lord Death...
3rd Person POV
Soul went to the bathroom quickly and nearly tripped when he dialed Lord Death's number. He wasn't sure if Shinigami-sensei would be awake or not, but the time might make it seem more urgent. Heck it already is urgent!
"Hello, Soul! What business do I have with you this evening?" Lord Death asked in his hyped friendly voice. To Soul's astonishment, he didn't look at all tired. "Hello? Soul? Something wrong? You look like you've just been through a battle... There's blood covering your face." Soul hadn't bothered to check what he looked like before calling; like he cared.
"Lord Death - I have a big problem and I didn't know who to call first... You or Spirit..." Soul became nervous.
"Is it about Maka-chan?"
"Yeah..."
"Well what would you like to ask about her and girls? It's her birthday today isn't it? You're probably wondering what to get for her birthday!" Lord Death piped up.
"Oh shit..."
"Now that's not a good way to talk in front of me, Soul."
"I know, but... I need to bring Maka over. Now."
"Something's happened...?"
"Yes! Please Lord Death she could die!"
"Then yes bring her over right now! I'll call Kid over too!"
"Wait...! I don't think you should bring Kid over too..."
"Why not?"
"I'll tell you when I get there... Then I think you should decide whether Kid comes over or not. Spirit is needed though."
"Whatever you say! Bye-bye!" As the line went dead, Soul bolted to get Maka. She lay unconscious but to Soul she looked dead. He didn't bother to grab the keys to his motorcycle; he just took off and ran.
"Hang in there, Maka!"
3rd Person POV
"Lord Death! Is Spirit here yet?" asked an exhausted Soul. He had been running most of the night.
"No he is not... Oh dear..." Lord Death glanced at Maka.
"Please help her... Please!"
"My beautiful daughter!" Spirit exclaimed as he rushed over to Maka and just as he was about to grab ahold of Maka's hand, Soul pushed him back.
"Don't touch her," Soul said seriously.
"But you are!"
"Well I can! I had to get her here!"
"Then why can't I?" Spirit was crying big tears.
"She... Was sexually assaulted..."
"... What...?" Spirit couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it.
"I know who did it... Tonight, on her 14th birthday, she was raped by Breight Totanolake... And I killed him once I got loose from the tape he tied me in once he knocked me out."
"That's why there's blood on your face..." Lord Death put in.
"How can you stay so calm when one of your students, yet alone my daughter, was raped?" Spirit let out a cry.
"I've seen a lot in my life, Spirit. You should've figured that out by now. But this case is slightly different. You know this person and you saw the whole thing. How could you not do anything until later?" Death asked Soul which he froze at the question. Spirit stopped crying and took this in one bit at a time.
"Breight is a very skill full human... Let's just leave it at that," Soul knows he's being blamed, but he can't help it. He doesn't want to relive the night. The sound of running water was heard and to Death's and Soul's surprise, Spirit was filling up a tub behind Death's mirror with water. He was getting soap, towels, and a sponge. He also got a fresh bed and placed all of these things by the bathtub.
"Soul... I may be mad at you, but please treat my daughter with the best of care tonight. These are the things that I think you will need. I'll go get her some fresh clothes and her pajamas, okay?" Spirit didn't wait for an answer. He disappeared and left Soul astonished with Maka laying in his arms.
"That's your new mission then, Soul. Take care of Maka for the time being," Lord Death assigned him.
"Yes, sir."
Soul's POV
Carefully peeling her clothes off, I set part of Maka's body into the water until I took my jacket off of her. Now, with the light's aid, I could truly see her injuries. Bruises covered her hips, stomach, and arms. Bleeding cuts were around her elbows from the wall that she was up against. I glanced at her breasts and I wish I hadn't looked. Breight had pinched her nibbles too hard and hickeys were left everywhere. Now for the hard part... I had to look at her down there before I could treat her body. It's okay... You've seen her naked before... Just not like Breight. He finally got the courage to look and his eye's widened. He... Was thrusting way too hard...
3rd Person POV
"Soul?" Death had appeared at his side.
"Yeah?"
"You okay? I should probably call Kid over to help..."
"No... I don't think Maka would want that."
"I guess so... Is there anything that I should get that could help?"
"Yeah... An oxygen mask; just in case she can't breathe..."
"Wise choice. I already got one just in case," Death said as he set everything up and put the mask around her head and mouth.
"I'll get started then..."
"And I'll leave you be... You'll be a great Death Scythe one day," Shinigami-san said as he got up and left Soul to do his job. Soul's jaw dropped at what Lord Death had just said.
Soul's POV
Did he just say... What I thought he said? I couldn't believe it... Was he implying that I will become a Death Scythe because I just killed a rapist and was now taking care of Maka? He couldn't be... Could he? I pushed my newly arousing questions back down into my mind. Maka was my ultimate priority. I grabbed the sponge and lathered it up with soap and water. When I started massaging her arms, I found that many of the bruises just had dirt on them; making them seem bigger than they were. How could he punch her with those dirty hands of his! Anger was rising within me again and I waited until it subsided. Then I continued to massage her body as softly as I could; avoiding her neck, breasts, and hips. They were the most bruised and hurt areas. I rinsed her off in the places where I had cleansed her, and she did look better, but I had no idea how she was on the inside. She shouldn't be in the water for too long... Spirit, you need to get back here soon. I gathered up what was left of my courage and started to massage her neck first. Her skin was rough, so I decided to use my hands instead of the sponge. The sponge would've been too rough and it would've inflamed the skin even more. As I traveled down to her breasts, I started to shake. What if she woke up and thought it was Breight? She would hurt herself even more..! Fortunately, Maka did not awake as I caressed her mounds. They were so smooth before, but now they felt like sand paper. Well, a light kind of sand paper. He wasn't that rough. When I though that I had massage her upper body enough, I rinsed her off again. She looks cleaner. In order to wash her even more private area, I had to lift her up so that she would sit on the side of the bathtub. She seemed heavier, but that was due to my tiredness. I need to do this. Scared for what I'd find, I hesitated a little bit on whether I should let someone else do this job, but I didn't want anyone else to see her; especially in this state. Looking down, I saw scratches and mainly bruises, but there was something else. It was white, but I couldn't put my finger on it, so I just started massaging her. The dirt was gone in a matter of a few scrubs and once they were rinsed off, I shifted her so that she was slightly facing me. I moved one of her legs carefully so that it would go behind my back and give me more access. When I grabbed the fluffy towel, I noticed the white stuff again. It was just there and trailing down her leg; I followed the trail and concluded the spot from where it was coming from.
"No..." I muttered to myself. She didn't need this... And I'm pretty sure it's her time of the month too... "Please could it be not too much... She doesn't need to get pregnant now... Especially with his baby!" I burst out into tears. Why is this happening to us? Why is this happening to her? Whilst crying, I massaged her clean from dirt and dried her off with a different towel. Then I treated her cuts and she moaned. Maka? Don't let her wake up just yet... I need to finish this. She stirred, but she didn't seem to be awake. I was happy that she had become conscious, but what was going to happen to us? I automatically threw that thought into my mind's trash can and wrapped her in a towel. Spirit finally came along with the clothes. He looked gloomy.
3rd Person POV
"Maka... Maka... Maka," Spirit was repeating himself in his frantic tone. He looked up from his sulkiness and saw Maka in a towel, with an oxygen mask on her face, and on Soul's lap. Soul had just finished crying, but his eyes were red and puffy so it was made obvious. Spirit shoved Maka's new clothes towards Soul, indicating that he needed to put them on her body before she gets a cold. Soul grabbed them roughly and turned away. He didn't think it would be best for Spirit to see his daughter in her torn state.
"Are you... Okay?" Soul asked wearily.
"I should be asking you that question... How does she look?" Soul didn't want to answer that, but he knew he had to.
"Many bruises... Cuts... Scrapes..." He said this slowly before carrying Maka towards the futon that lay next to the tub. Once he had placed and tucked her in, resting her head carefully on the pillow, he drained the water from the tub. Which he had no idea where the dirty water went, but he'd rather see it gone than let it lie there forever.
"Oh... Is that all?" Spirit was starting to get on his nerves, but he couldn't blame him.
"Yes," Soul lied. He didn't want to talk about his discovery of Breight's sperm.
"Then... Good night, Soul."
"Good night, sir." They looked at each other for a few seconds and Spirit left without another word. The suspense that was killing Soul finally died down. Death had been watching Soul from a distance ever since he had 'left' and now stepped out of the one shadow, the back of his mirror.
"You lied to my Death Scythe, Soul," Death said sternly. Not pleased with the fact that Spirit was being lied to.
"Gomenasai, Shinigami-san, but I had to," Soul replied, but something clicked in his mind "How... How did you know I was lying?"
"How do you think?"
"Were you... Were you watching m-me..?" Soul's eyes widened at his question. You never ask Lord Death a question without asking permission to do so first. Only if they regarded his actions, though.
"Yes. I have to admit it was a very heartwarming sight. Seeing you hold Maka whilst you were tending to her. It was just so sweet! And when you cried too! I nearly cried myself... It reminded me of my wife." Soul was surprised. Death never talked about his wife before.
"May I ask... What was she life; your wife?"
"She was beautiful, smart, sly, and just wonderful... A perfect mother to give birth to Kid."
"Why have we not met her?"
"Well... She's off traveling basically; like Maka's mom."
"Oh... I'm sorry I'm being rude."
"It's fine, Soul. Just remember to keep being with Maka."
"I already planned on doing that..." Soul said with a smile on his face.
"Good to hear!" There was Death's cheerful voice again.
"May I take Maka home?" Soul asked abruptly.
"Sure. How about she doesn't come to school tomorrow; just in case?"
"Oh, thank you, sir!" Soul lifted Maka bridal style and walked out of the room while Death looked on. It was going to be a hard day.
