He found her, a broken pattern amongst the amiable crowd. She wasn't bawling; no, she was holding that back. Tears ungracefully slipped passed the border of her eyes.
Chrona was dead. But so was Medusa. So was Arachne.
Forever and ever, no happily ever after. That's the price of bittersweetness.
He still didn't understand it. This strange flame of understanding and affection she had wished to coax between her and one who had grown as a living weapon and nothing else.
He turned away for a moment, breaking off the painful gaze.
He happened upon one of those moments then; where, in one insignificant span, a revelation strikes without even the trial of the usual allegorical path. The answer suddenly comes to you, lighting up in your mind like a white light.
The illumination was this; that was just Maka. She'd always reach out to those who were alone; whose souls resonated, even just briefly, with her own. It had been the same with him. This Evans boy, who deemed himself "Soul Eater;" his soul supposedly this untouchable thing, kept inside a case of glass.
But everyone knows how glass breaks.
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It breaks into beautiful, painful pieces.
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Soul made himself look back. The noise around them was still definite, and amidst the chorus of shouts and jubilation and relief, Soul crossed over the way, bridging the gap between partner and weapon.
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"A true friend is someone who is there for you when he'd rather be anywhere else." - Len Wein
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It was an embrace that dried Maka's tears. Shock rocked her a minute; her mind processed the rough warmness around her, the strange hold about her. She could not move her arms, and so the remaining tears cascaded down on he partner, like warm rain.
She knew he must be embarrassed; he was sacrificing his previous hero glory for a jagged embrace. Did her tears mean that much? Did she mean that much? Her fingers tingled. But her heart didn't soar in a bout of nervousness.
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It felt too right to behave any differently.
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A smile crept inside Maka. She wished she could thank him, but the beauty of that moment was too overwhelming to break.
There could be no more tears if the most important person was still by her side.
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Yeah, this is my favorite one. A bit cheesy, but at least there's no "OMG! I LOVE YOU! I must serenade you though in the actual series I would never be caught dead doing that because it's not my character!"
Besides, this is what I call the good kind of cheesy cheese.
But anyway, I'm happy with this one. It's an intimate Soul/Maka, but not too intimate. That's what I think anyway.
P.S. Don't expect anything besides Soul/Maka unless I buy into a request. Cause if you noticed, this is basically a tribute to Soul/Maka.