Title: Taken
Warnings: SEVERE Angst, Kidnapping, Implied rape, character torture... Enjoy?
Pairings: SoulxMaka Implied KidxPatty and BlackstarxTsubaki
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater.. if I did.. I'd be rich. :D
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Soul PoV.
I couldn't fight with Maka clinging to my back, nor could I expect her to wield me and expect us to escape. I could feel Maka shaking on my back and I glanced behind me towards the man approaching our back and barely held the urge to tranform my arm into a scythe. Free. Instead of changing my arms, I tightened my grip on the frail form on my back, proud of her when she didn't make a sound though I knew it hurt her. Instead, I turned, putting my back to the wall to my right, watching both sides at the same time. No way in hell were we getting out of here.. and I knew that, but I'd never admi it out loud - that just wasn't cool at all. Instead, I just grinned at the three with my shark-like teeth, defying them wordlesssly. Explosions rocked the complex to my left and I heard more cells crumbling, and knew that our time was short. Maka grunted at my back as dust from the cieling was dislodged onto our heads, covering my hair and her back and shoulders.
"Not gonna put up a fight, little mouse?" The onyx haired meister seemed to enjoy our pain, and the fact that we were trapped... like mice. Instead of getting angry, I just laughed, trying to be strong for Maka, show her that I wasn't afraid.
"What's that make you, one hell of a bitch? Oh, wait..bitches are dogs.." I smirked, tightening my arms around her thighs, careful of the wounds I knew were on them. I knew that the meister, Kats as she'd been called, wasn't pleased by my quipp, why not? It was such a nice one!
"Watch your mouth, mousie...I'll only toy with your meister some more.." The grumbling laughter to our left made me turn and glare at Free, pressing my meister closer into my back and the wall to keep her safe from the sadistic bastard. Unfortunately, the glowing shing of a weapon transforming made my eyes jerk over, seeing the glaive land in her hands. "Time to play, little mousie." My thoughts constantly revolved around my silent meister, and I knew that unless I put her down, I wouldn't be able to defend us. Another explosion made her jerk with a hiss as some more debris landed on us, and that explosion made my mind up for me. I shifted Maka in my arms, trying to hold her as comfortably and as closely as I could. The moment she saw Free, I fgelt her arms tighten uncomfortably around my neck, her face hidden in my shoulder. The weight loss she'd suffered angered me, she was so damned light...There was a hall across from us, but I didn't know if it led down to more cells, or to freedom. Maka whispered something against my neck, and even without hearing it, I knew it. Kid, Blackstar...They were across from us.. Allright then. I jumped, tucking my legs up under me as I barely avoided the swing from that bladed weapon and landed, taking off at a dead sprint down the hall.
"Soul! Left, go left!" There was nothing else to do, but trust her, and I did, tightening my grip and dodging to the left moments before a blade sliced into my right leg and knee. Maka screamed as I stumbled, dropping to my knees and rolling, to my left side to keep from dropping her. We were at a dead end anyway, the hall had been collapsed leaving nothing but rubble to look at. Makas' eyes were focused behind me as I removed my hands and spun, blocking a weapon swing, but barely. The ringing of the colliding weapons almost hurt my ears, but I could only grit my teeth and hold up against the pressure before bracing myself and pushing her away from me.
While I'd been fighting strength against strength with the other weapon, Maka had managed to drag herself closer to the rubble, putting me between her and our opponents. I crouched, because that was all I *COULD* do with my knee being injured and not working right. That woman came at me again and I grunted, feeling that weapon come closer and closer to my neck, and my meister. I startled them when I started talking, I think, because they started easing up and backing away.
"I won't let you touch my MEISTER!" I screamed the last word after freeing myself from the oppresive weight of the glaive and launched my way up at the taller female, bringing my weapon down. I was blocked and kicked and punched, doing my damndest to keep her busy - with the closed in feel of the hall, I had more room to move than she did with that large weapon. I had the upper hand even though I *WAS* injured. Another explosion sent us both to the ground, me landing on top of the woman.
"SOUL!" I jerked my head around to look at her only to be thrown down the hall and into Free's waiting arms. DAMNIT! I tried to get free, but he held me with my arms behind me so I couldn't shift them or I'd hurt myself.
"MAKA! DAmnit,let me GO!" I could see the woman advancing on her, and knew she wouldn't leave her alive. "MAKA!" I heard the scream and struggled harder against Free's grip, only to be cuffed on the back of the head and fall. I didn't know what was going on, I just knew that suddenly, I didn't remember anything at all.
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"Hey, Nigus, how is she?" Nigus frowned at him throgh her bandages, then closed her eyes and the door behind her, locking me out of the infirmary. "Nigus! How's Maka! You're scarin' me here.."
"I'm sorry, Soul.. she didn't make it through the surgery." No, I wouldn't believe it, Stein may be creepy, but he was the best we had! I grabbed her arms, shaking her just slightly, and I knew my expression was only a little crazy.
"NO! You're lying! Maka's too strong to die!" I pushed her out of the way, ducking in under her arm and into the infimrary where Stein was covering a bed with a sheet. "Maka, Maka NO!" There were people in my way, I regocnised them.. Kid, Blackstar. Tsubaki and Liz. I elbowed them all out of the way to get to that bed, that bed, where I KNEW Maka was lying. "MAKA!" Deathscythe and Sid were next, I elbowed them both out of the way, finally reaching the bed and dropping to my knees. "Maka..."
"Soul, you don't want to see her like this... This won't be how you want to remember her." I glared at him, shrugging off the hand on my shoulder and looking at the human shaped sheet before lowering my head to my arms and closing my eyes.
"Leave me alone, Stein...I just, want to be with her.." I felt him pat my shoulder before leaving, taking the rest of our group with him. I waited until the door shut with a sense of finality before gathering my courage. I lifted my head, watching the sheet in silence, from head to toe. I could see my hand reaching of its own accord to touch the dirty blonde hair splayed across the pillow. Stein had washed it... at least. That small gesture made me smile, and I noticed that the white sheet wasn't stained with blood - he must have washed her off completely. Maka...
It was only a few minutes, but I don't remember them, or how i'd come to be here.. I was sitting on Maka's bed, with her broken body cradled in my arms, the blanket wrapped around her as if she were cold. My hand was stroking over her cheek, brushing some stray whisps of hair from her eyelashes. "Hey, Maka... you did good...Real good... I'm proud to haev such a cool partner...You know that?" I lowered my head, kissing her gently before setting her back down on the bed and covering her back up. "Goodbye, Maka.." I could feel the emptyness in my soul that meant her absence, and I knew it really was true - she wasn't coming back..
I grabbed my jacket before heading back to the apartment to take one last look around. Her books were still on the table, her clothes still folded neatly over her desk chair. I smiled as I ran my fingers over the flannel of her pajamas, lifting the shirt to my face and inhaling her scent. My Maka... Tiny tits. I noticed her books piled up neatly on her desk, then laughed when I noticed they were in alphabetical order and full of notes. Then I noticed a book sitting on top, a plain, blank notebook with well worn edges. Curiosity got the better of me and I picked it up, adjusting the back on my shoulder to read it. 'Recipes' it read, and I grinned. Maka was the best cook.. The pages were dog eared, and there were notes sticking out every which way. I leafed through it, then froze, reading the notes in the margins... Maka's notes.
'Soul likes this a little burnt'
'Don't use this anymore.'
'Add more chicken to this.'
'His favorite.'
On and on these messages went, all relating to dishes that I liked, and how I liked them. It made my eyes sting, not cool at all. The book made its way into my bag as I left her room, making sure to switch off the lights and close the door - that always made her mad when I forgot to turn them off. I locked up, and headed off down the road - where was I goin'? Not sure...I was a Deathsythe, I know I'll find work somewhere... I stopped before the crest of a hill, watching the silent, deserted streets before readjusting my bag and turning away from it all for the last time.
Goodbye Maka.
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AN: NOOOOO! MAKA! Yes, I'm back after a long wait! :) And this story will have its ending. NEVER FEAR!
Whatcha think, anyone?