Maka
The moment the silver broach hit the ground, Maka's eyes landed right on it.
"What the…" She said as she bent down to pick it up. "This is… Kid's… Why would…" Her eyes slowly moved from the broach to the wall.
"He's alive."
Gopher's words rang through Maka's head
"You can't kill Kai…"
"Kid is…"
Maka fell to the ground, landing on her knees.
"No." Maka whispered. Soul transformed to his human form and looked at Maka.
"No what? We completed the mission, everything's fine now."
"No."
"Why not?"
"The broach, this is Kid's"
"There are so many reasons as to why Kai would have Kid's broach. First of all, Kid is dead, so Kid can't be Kai." Soul tried to reason with her, but they both knew it was a lie.
"But don't you see? Gopher told me Kid was alive, and he tried to tell us to not do the mission because Kid is," she sobbed, looking back at the broach. "Was…"
"And now is when you're going to believe him?" Maka's eyes retreated to the ground.
"I should've listened to him earlier. I acted too hastily again. Why do I keep doing it?" Soul sat down next to her and hugged her.
"We all make mistakes like this, it's uncool, but we all still use haste in too many things. It can't be helped, it's human nature." His words were calm, but they couldn't calm Maka. The deep meaning made on the spot was wasted, Maka continued to fuss.
"It's all my fault… It's all my fault, again."
"It was never your fault, not the first time and not this time," Soul hugged her tighter. "So stop worrying, okay? It's not cool." Maka pushed him away.
"I should've seen it…"
"But you couldn't have."
"I deserve to die."
"No, you don't"
"But," Soul ignored that Maka was about to try to give reason for her own death.
"Let's just go home, okay?... There's no need to tell everyone else today."
Soul stood up and pulled Maka up with him. He slowly directed Maka out of the room, and they headed for home.
The two walked through the crowded streets, though despite the large gathering of people, they felt like the only two on the pathways. They both believed Death City had one less resident, one less respectable person. They were both the only ones who knew, and that separated them from the rest.
Maka refused to look up; she simply continued to look down to her shabby shoes, with tears falling upon the tops as Soul guided her home.
Maka and Soul were both felling the same empty sorrow; only Maka had more of it, for she still had feelings for Kid.
The two were walking in sync up until they were spotted by Black*Star.
"Hey Tsubaki! Isn't that Soul and Maka over there?" He shouted across the streets.
"Yeah," Tsubaki replied, in her typical soft voice. The two rushed over to the disheartened partners.
"What's wrong, you fail your simple execution mission?" Black*Star taunted.
"Black*Star!" Tsubaki scolded.
"No, we succeeded." Soul stated in a monotone voice.
"Then what's wrong? That Kai guy turned out to be a good guy?" Black*Star stated, jokingly, unaware of what really happened.
"You have no idea," Soul said, sighing. Black*Star looked to Tsubaki in confusion.
"We'll explain tomorrow… or maybe the day after."
Tsubaki and Black*Star stood there, confused as Soul and Maka walked away.
While Soul closed the apartment door behind him, Maka dragged herself to the couch. She sat there slumped, face in her hands. Soul walked over to the girl, and sat next to her.
"It's not your fault, how could you have known it was Kid?" Soul's statement was followed by silence. After a few minutes of that quite, Soul tried again. "I'm sorry."
Maka was shocked by his sudden apology for whatever it was she couldn't think of. She looked at Soul, waiting for a response to her reaction.
"I'm sorry about how months ago, I forced you to give up on Kid. I shouldn't have. But I just did it because I was jealous. It was obvious you liked him, especially when you couldn't let go after weeks and weeks and…"
"Soul…"
"And to think he was still alive. Doesn't that mean that at that restaurant, we were fighting him? Funny, huh? Two of our friends, they were our enemies at that point."
"And now they're both…"
"Maka, it's fine. It was never your fault and never will be." He smiled at her. "So keep smiling, okay?"
A fake smile grew on Maka's face. "Okay," she stated.
"Great, because it would be uncool if you kept freaking out over something that wasn't your fault."
Maka stood up and began to walk towards her room. "I'm going to need some time alone."
"Okay," Soul said, unaware of what came next.
The moment the door closed, tears continued to rush down her face. She walked to the window, and opened it.
She sat on the windowsill, and began to lean towards the outside.
Just before she fell, something pulled her back.
She fell back inside, only to find no one there. As she sat there on the ground, wondering what pulled her back in, she thought back to the soul they had not disposed of. She realized what it meant.
But little did she know, back in the room, a small slip had fallen out of the brooch, with three brief words composed on it:
"He's still alive."
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