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AN. Hi! I know that this one is not what DarkKittehKat requested, but that's because her request will be the next one (& last one). Yes, I've decided how long I want this. This used to be a one-shot, but will now be a four-shot… Or a story as others call it. Well, that's enough from me. Enjoy! UPDATED 6/22/2013
Reviews are appreciated!
Blame
He did nothing wrong.
Blackstar knew he did nothing wong.
Why could no one else see that?
He wasn't the one that went against Prof. Stein's plan during the party months ago.
He wasn't the one that said they couldn't trust the adults.
He wasn't the one that couldn't handle a little black blood.
He wasn't the reason for their failure of a team resonance a few minutes ago.
He wasn't the reason for the fight that occured afterwards.
He wasn't the one to blame.
He did nothing wrong.
Maka collapsed.
Soul followed his meister down. He wrapped her in his arms, trying to protect her from their harsh reality. This was not how their lives were supposed to go.
They were friends; they stuck together...
...But no more.
Now they were alone. Each and everyone of them, was alone.
Soul hated to think of what would become of his meister now. She wasn't the same person he had met in that secluded, piano room.
"It's all my fault. It's all my fault."
His meister, his dear friend, was broken.
And he didn't know how to put her back together again.
She failed.
She failed as a meister.
She failed as a teammate.
She failed as a leader.
It was her fault.
Soul getting harmed while fighting the Kishin?
Her fault.
The team's disastrous group resonance?
Her fault.
The break-up of the team?
Her fault.
She'd been too weak.
She'd been too weak to save Soul.
She'd been too weak to successfully lead the resonance.
She'd been too weak to end the fight between Kid and Blackstar.
When?
When did she go from perfect student to... to this?
She didn't even recognize herself now.
She wasn't the strong meister of a future Death Scythe.
She was just a kid. A kid pretending to be something she wasn't.
She wasn't strong.
If she was strong then no one would have been harmed when they fought Asura.
If she was strong then they would have pulled off the resonance assignment.
If she was strong then she would have noticed the cracks prior to this and patched them up long ago.
Now?
Now it was too late.
She was too late.
She couldn't fix this.
She failed.
"It's all my fault. It's all my fault."