A/N: So here it is. My first chapter of the Shuffle Challenge! Also apologies for late updates. You see, my friend got me to get a tumblr account and I got myself to watch Bleach. I'm only at episode 39. Please wish me luck, with keeping up with this story, with balancing school work and my anime obsessions, and simply with life in general! Or better yet, hit the review button!
For Ouran fans: Me and little-vampy-june have uploaded the first prologue to our crossover/collab. If you're interested go to her page and look at it. The prologue is rather crack-ish, and we still have A LOT to work out, but we would love to hear from you!
And now, without further ado...
Grenade
Soul sat inside his room, his headphones covering his ears, staring up at the ceiling, trademark scowl making an appearance. He was thinking about a weapon's duty to their meister, thinking about saving Maka all the time. He wondered if other weapons felt what he did when Maka was in danger. If it had been Black*Star against Chrona, would Tsubaki have changed to human form just to save him? Would she have gone into the same blind panic he had? Was he even more loyal to Maka than other weapons? Or was it something other than loyalty? Was it an emotion that would open up an entirely different can of worms? Was the feeling that she could never, ever, leave him simply something he felt because she was a part of his life, would some other meister come in and fill the role just as easily? He got the feeling that that wasn't the case.
Was it, just maybe, love that blossomed in his chest when he saw her smile at him?
Even if that were the case would it make a difference? He would protect her no matter what the cost, even at the expense of his own life. That had always been the case, and to him, always would be.
He even wondered, only on occasion, if him and Maka had a complete role reversal, would she protect him no matter what? Would she feel that need to protect as intensely as he did when she just charged head first into danger, with no thought to her own life or safety? If it were him wielding Maka and simply charging into danger, would she worry as intensely? Would she feel that tug at her heart?
He doubted it, but somehow, that was okay. It was okay because he did love her, no matter what, even if she didn't feel the same.
He finally stopped scowling and smiled. Well, he finally admitted it to himself, finally admitted that he loved Maka. Now if only he could admit it to her. He frowned at the thought of him standing in front of Maka, losing his cool and stammering, at a loss for words.
He sighed and thought of their little everyday moments. Somehow, another goofy grin appeared on his face. Maybe he didn't have to tell her, maybe he could be happy with this bittersweet one-sided love, at least for a little while longer.
A/N: Phew, that was tough to write. It was rather draining. Meh, I had something else to say at the end of this, but I forgot it. O.o I apologize for this chapter, it shows that it didn't come naturally. It also came out angsty. Apologies for that too. (Goes to emo corner with laptop, charger and pair of headphones) Sorry it sucked. Leave a review and tell me how, and why it sucked. Seriously, I'm asking for flames. I guess I'll see you guys later. I'll just be watching Bleach. Stupid Rukia.