A/N: 147 hits, and still only 4 reviews? Oh well, I will give it time. But honestly, I really want some more feedback. It would be super nice. Even if all you say is "Cool story, Bro." I would even accept that... I won't hold any chapters hostage, this is a series of one shots, so it wouldn't really work anyway, but if it comes to that don't underestimate my evil.
So here's the next chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater or any of Linkin Park's songs
What I've Done
Maka stared back at her reflection in the school's bathroom mirror. She hardly recognized the person staring back at her. That person had hurt Soul, he had gotten hurt because she wasn't strong enough to protect them both. He had taken the blow from Ragnarok.
He was in a hospital bed because of her.
He had almost died because of her.
She sat down on the floor, put her head between her hands and cried. And cried, and cried.
Once she had cried herself out, she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror again. Her eyes were red and puffy from all the crying, and her nose was running. Gross. she thought as she grabbed a paper towel, moistened it, and began cleaning her face. Come on, Maka, you have to be strong, don't show that you're upset, just get through these next few days. By the time she returned to Soul's room, she could almost pass for normal, almost.
Over the next few days, Maka stayed by Soul's side when she could, and catered to all of his needs. All while she did this, her thoughts began to fixate on becoming stronger. If I had been strong enough when we faced Chrona, then Soul wouldn't be hurt. I have to become stronger, if I'm strong enough, than this will never happen again.
She did good with these things, as in sparring with Black*Star, training on her own time, and reading books about overcoming obstacles. After all, knowledge is key.
In fact, Maka was doing swimmingly, she even found herself able to walk Soul to the Dispensary for his check-ups. She thought that that would be the final obstacle, that that was what she needed to do to get over this. That once she could watch him walk into the office and listen to the nurse's report on him, she would finally be over this. She thought that this was facing her mistake. That this was facing his pain.
She was wrong.
Soul's examination was taking longer than usual, so Maka decided to open the door and check on him and nurse Medusa.
What she sees makes her go cold. Her heart drops to her feet and she feels tears sting her eyes.
Soul was standing there, without a shirt on, his otherwise perfect torso marred by a long scar that reached from his left shoulder to the tip of his right hipbone. It broke Maka's heart.
Right then, she realized that she would be over the hurt, the pain that she caused him, when she could face his scar, and not feel the torrent of emotions that she felt now.
I'll become stronger, for him, for me. For both of us.