SoMa Week 2014
By: KarmaAliceFowl009
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater *cries away into the sunset*
Summary: Day 5: The worst part of the missions is always the wounds that accompany them.
Rating: T (language and gore)
Chapter 5: Wounds
"Maka! Watch out!" Soul yelled in weapon form. She had mere moments to react, ducking down and spinning around, scythe swiping at the knees of the Pre-Kishin. This battle was proving to be a daunting task for the two since it was more intelligent than other ones they had previously faced. It was easily predicting her moves, countering them blow for blow. It jumped back, cackling as yet another attack failed to hit it.
"Damn this thing," Maka muttered between gritted teeth, panting heavily. The fight was taking its toll on her; she was fatigued and her shoulder was bleeding profusely from a lucky shot the bastard was able to get it. If they didn't finish this fight soon, she was likely to pass out from blood loss. It laughed, its grotesque head cocking to the side as it approached the shaky meister, claws elongating, preparing for an attack.
"Jump back and to the right," Soul commanded and she nodded, following his instructions as the Kishin lunged forward. Its claws nicked the left side of her stomach and she grimaced in pain. Her head was spinning from the combined pain of her pulsing shoulder and her now bleeding side. She dizzily leaned on Soul, trying to catch her breath.
"W-we need to resonate," she whispered. She could taste copper, which wasn't a good sign at all. She needed to end this before she passed out.
"Ready." She reached out to him, their wavelengths connecting as power surged through her body. In this state, he could feel the overwhelming pain she was in, but he chose to first focus on defeating the Kishin. He could scold Maka later about this. She shakily ran toward the monster, scythe poised, ready to slice through it to finish the fight as it took the Witch Hunter form. As she slashed out at it, it jumped. Before she could recover from the fumble and turn around, it jumped on her back, knocking her breathless and hitting Soul out of her hands as she fell to the ground.
"MAKA!" he yelled, transforming to his human form and running to his meister's side. She coughed out blood before falling unconscious. "Shit!" he growled, standing up and shifting his arm into a blade, turning to face the fucker that hurt his meister. It laughed before running toward him. "Not today asshole," he spat, charging forward. While the Kishin was faster than Soul, it was not able to compete with the anger that welled inside him. Screaming in frustration, his blade cut through the thing's stomach, its scream filling the night as its body evaporated, leaving behind its soul. Soul, however, did not care about the soul at the moment; he needed to make sure his meister would be alright. He ran to her side, kneeling beside her as he inspected the wound. It was deep and she was bleeding pretty badly.
"S-Soul," she whispered, coughing up more blood, eyes wearily searching for him.
"I'm here Maka," he sighed, pulling her close. He was so worried that she wasn't going to wake up.
"D-did we get it?" she asked, struggling to sit up. He pushed her back down, not wanting her to exert herself much more.
"Idiot, don't move," he chided her, positioning himself to pick her up. He now understood why she had been so depressed when the Crona incident happened; seeing her injured this bad was causing him to beat himself up. "And yes, the soul is over there." He picked her up bridal style, minding her shoulder as they walked to his bike, grabbing the lingering soul on his way. Her face was paling as he walked, and he knew he needed to get her to Shibusen as soon as possible for treatment. "Stay with me Maka," he muttered, positioning her behind him as he started the engine, going as fast as he could towards the academy. Stein was already waiting for him at the entrance, how he knew he didn't know, but he was grateful for it. Maka was rushed to the dispensary to get her shoulder and side patched up and Soul waited impatiently. God, how he hated the wounds that came from the missions. Each one made him scared that he would lose his meister. He needed to learn to protect her better.
About an hour had passed since Maka went in for patching up and Soul was antsy. If they took any longer in there, then he would bust down the door and finish the procedure himself. He shot up as the door opened, Stein walking out, cranking the screw in his head.
"She's fine. She just needs rest. No more missions for a while. There is a prescription for painkillers on the table." Soul nodded, passing him. "Oh and Soul? You were lucky. Any longer that she bled would have spelled disaster." Well great. That just made him feel one hundred times better, not. He entered the room and saw her resting peacefully. Her discharge papers were next to her prescription; she was to be released in the morning. None of that mattered right now, though. All that mattered that she was alive and safe. He sat beside her, grasping her hand in his, thankful that she was here. God, how he hated wounds.
A/N: Day 5 down! Read and Review my lovelies! Sorry for the Sad Eater, but with a prompt like this, it was bound to happen.
