Disclaimer: Yea, I sold Soul Eater a long time ago so it's not mine. (Okay, yea . . . umm I was kidding)
Maka POV
I looked at the new letter received from the DWMA, and couldn't stop the tears as they rolled down my cheeks in a steady stream. In my small pale white hand I held my mother's death notice, a simple three line note with a pathetic 'so sorry for your loss,' bullshit! I tried to do anything, function in some means, but the tears wouldn't stop, it was even hard to breathe. It felt like the first time you climb a tree and fall right before your victory wave to your mom or dad. When you fall though, especially right on to your chest it's hard to breathe and move, and you don't know what to do, so you just panic and cry. That's all I could manage to do now to sit on the floor of my house and cry, cry until he comes, cry until he says it will be okay.
"Maka?" Soul asked looking at what must be a horribly pathetic scene. "What's wrong?" He said running to where I sat kneeling in the middle of the hall. Yea, he'll always be there, but why am I so useless.
"I. . ." I started trying to talk but right now even words were out of my reach as I started to chock and cough, still barely breathing. he knew he could do nothing to help me with no idea what was wrong so he decided to simply hold me. At first, I was in shock that such a 'cool' guy would want to hug me but then I remember us as kids. I remember how i sometimes used to wake up crying and how he would hold me and whisper stuff like 'everything is going to be okay' in my ear. Yea, corny I know, remembering stuff like that. but now as he held me it felt so much better as if he was the one who could protect me, no matter what.
"Maka, please I need to know what's wrong," Soul stated in a calming voice, although I didn't reply, instead I just held my now shaking hand out to him the note still intact inside it. he read it and shock was all his face could muster, no sadness. he had always been like that he would never dare cry, his parents made crying seem like a mortal sin, so he only looked shocked. His arm tensed as he read the letter again and he pulled me even closer, almost crushingly close and hid his face in my hair not knowing what else to do. We sat there for a while just sitting there, the only noise being my sobs, until we heard the door swing open.
"Soul Lawliet Evans, you get your hands off my little baby Maka!" We turned a little to see a man with long cherry red haired standing in the door way,damn today isn't my day.
A/N: *Crying* I hope you liked it. . . why Kami? Why would you leave Soul and Maka with Spirit?. . . I know this was depressing, but the next chapter is sweet. I hope you enjoyed it even though its short and well sad. Oh, and why lawliet? Just cause I'm an L fan.
I really love to read what you guys think about my stories, so review please. Also I am dedicating to my friend Michelle who lost her mom last year so if you want to send her a little love I'll pass it on. 3