(SOUL'S POV)
THE SNOWY HAIR
I love the look of white hair in the wind
The way it blows like snow
I know that my heart is torn
And his partnership can mend
I know he'll never go
One day he might find love
And with that I am okay
I know I'll never love my weapon
I know he'll see that truth
I hope he never learns to love me
I hope he never breaks his heart
over some stupid girl
Over some stupid not meant to be
"This must have been before she loved me…" Soul mumbled to himself. He knew he shouldn't be reading her journal again. Knew that if she found out that she would never forgive him. One of the rules that she had made before they became partners was that he would never read her journal. NEVER EVER EVER. And he was now constantly breaking the rule. Soul didn't know what it was about her writing, but he just loved to read one poem after the other. She had an amazing gift. The next poem made his heart thump.
MY BELOVED WEAPON
Today
Today
My heart throbbed as I realized the TRUTH
I was making the same mistake as my mother before
Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling in love
Oh, my white haired weapon.
Oh, my crimson eyed boy
I don't want to believe the facts
Don't want this to be real
I have fallen in love with you
My heart throbs that you'll never love me back
My heart throbs at that
You'll just use me and lie
You'll make sure that my heart dies
You'll cheat
Cheat
Cheat
Cheat
You'll never just be okay with me
You will kill my love
You will be my father
You will turn into my stupid red haired father
It was 4:00 AM now. Today was Saturday, so he didn't have to go to bed soon. Could just sleep all day.
"Soul?" Maka's sweet voice came from the other side of the door.
"Yeah?" Soul hid her journal under his bed with a bunch of other junk.
"C-can I come in? I...I had a nightmare." Soul's shock at her words was heavy in his mind
"Uh… Yeah. Yeah. Wanna talk about it or something. You can lay down in here if you want." Soul tried to be comforting and cool at the same time. How did she ever Think that I could be like her father? I actually care and she knows that… Right?
Maka slowly walked in and sat at the edge of his bed. Tears streamed down her face, and, on her right wrist, was a small, Self-inflicted cut
(MAKA'S POV)
Soul suddenly jumped up and onto Maka. He fumbled to get hold of her wrist, while pressing her down on the bed. His body was pressed against hers awkwardly. Soul turned her wrist around so he could see the cut.
"What's this?" he demanded
"It's n-nothing, Soul. Get off me!" Maka yelled a bit too quietly. Her face was flushed red and she was embarrassed out of her mind.
"Not until you tell me why you cut yourself!" Soul's outburst scared Maka. He never snapped on her like that unless she was being stupid. Was she being stupid?
"I- No one will ever love me… All my friends end up hating me… Everyone Always leaves me...I had a nightmare that you, The only person i trusted enough to be my weapon, left. You traded me in for someone older. Someone with more experience and… No pigtails…" Only then did the expression on Soul's face change.
"Someone...With no pigtails?" Soul's expression went from scary and demanding to amused. He slowly stood up, and… laughed. He laughed in loud, uneven huffs, "Are you serious, Maka. You are MY meister, and that will never change. I'll alway love you as family. You will always be family." Soul stood up and reached his hand down to pull me up, "Let's go get that cleaned up."
He seemed cooler than I thought he would be when he found out about the cut. Guiding me to the bathroom we shared. Soul sat me down on the pearly-white toilet, and got out the first-aid kit. As Soul cleaned and bandaged my wound, I felt happy for at least now.
"You'll never leave me, right?" My question hung in still air
"Never. Death couldn't even keep me from my meister…"