Gopher
Only minutes remained until someone was bound to show up. He couldn't figure out what to do, with so little time and so much haste, there would be no way for them all to be happy.
He realized almost immediately what he had to do.
It was certain if any of them were to escape, it would be only one of them. So, at this point, any plan would be a good plan. The biggest problem would be Kid wanting to stay, if only he could just hide the boy.
Gopher decided to do just that.
A large rock lay on the ground, and with haste, threw it at Kid's head. He fell unconscious instantly, and dragged the boy to a small closet, hoping he wouldn't cause any troubles with Gopher's plans.
Running to the closet where the dyes were hidden, he carefully poured them into his hair. Yellow. Yellow. Yellow. Abandoning his black hair, it became blonde. He picked up scissors, he was never very good with detail, but he figured he should at least trim his hair to resemble Kid's in the slightest bit more.
Was that all that he had to do? Change his hair? Of course clothing too, but he ran about, looking for one last thing.
He sat in the empty entrance hall, waiting for Maka to arrive. He was ready; he had devised a story, an alibi. One so almost everyone could be happy.
At last, after an eternity of silence, the doors burst open, revealing Maka. She took a moment in to observe everything.
"Where's Gopher?" She spat out. Gopher was relieved that he resembled the part, and now he had to play it.
"Funny you ask," He replied, beginning his false story.
The moments were fleeting, was this really how his final hours were going to be? Dragged through the woods, minutes flying by like seconds, in fear, that his plan may fail and hurt Maka more, yet excited, that he was actually pulling it off. Or could that emotion be pride, or maybe joy?
Even the awkward silence didn't bring him down. He made no struggles, pretending to be unconscious. Maka and Soul believed it, but he felt Maka's hand tugging his body across the ground very well, it was something hard to sleep through.
He wasn't only keeping quiet to prevent things from falling apart; he was mainly doing it to put less strain on Maka. She would be hurt to know about Gopher's act, not only that, but she would question why. And it held answers she wouldn't want.
Before he knew it, he found himself in an empty room, Maka staring down to him, with a harsh look in her eyes. Anger, hatred, maybe even regret, for letting this whole thing get out of hand.
His demise was going to be the most undesirable. Death handed to him by an old friend, not only that, but if things went well, they would all believe that he died a coward, committing suicide to run from his problems, his fate. He failed everyone. Noah, Kid, and most importantly Maka.
Gopher took a final look at his surroundings and a final glance at Maka. Soul had just turned into a scythe, and Maka was raising her arms to swing.
It all happened in a moment. She swung, he smiled, and few words were left behind.
"I hope you can forgive me."
It was all he could say, with that short time. But he was left with countless thoughts. How would Maka continue in life? Would she be happy, with Soul? Would Kid go back to his life in Death City? He knew they would be safe from this issue now, but what would the aftermath bring?
Just as fast as those questions came, he faded away, leaving nothing but a pitiful soul, doomed to be forgotten. The broach he had hidden a note within, was doomed the same fate.
End Note
Left in ignorance and oblivion, the soul and broach were left behind as Soul dragged Maka out of the room, and back to their apartment.
An undesired ending, but a true one. Life's cruel end left countless souls in agony, whether they be embodied or disembodied. All that was left of this story was the ability to retell it, and the wish to turn back time to prevent it from ever happening.
Sorry that this is so late and short, BUT THIS IS MY FIFTH TIME WRITING IT. Do you ever just know what you want to write, but not sure how to write it down? Well two weeks later I figured it out and wrote it down. Then my computer got confiscated. When I got it back I reread this and it sounded really stupid. But then I figured out how it should be written. It was perfect. It didn't save. So I rewrote it. And it didn't save. So I rewrote it again. And so on and so forth, until I got lazy and just neglected this for another month, but then five days ago, I got pumped like "YEAH I'M GOING TO DO THIS" and it finally saved this morning. So here you are, there may be an epilogue later, you know, when I'm not really stressed from school and when I'm not partaking in National November Novel Writing Month (Yep, I'm writing a novel. NO, I (probably) won't publish it. Mainly because publishing is hard and my writing sucks and everyone would make fun of me)
Anyways, please review and favorite, and hopefully I will see you all next month with an epilogue!