This story is a cross between the anime and the manga, so if you have seen the anima and not the manga, there may be a few this that are a little confusing, however if it's the other way around I'm sure you'll pick up the idea quickly, enjoy ;)
Things in life never quite go as we plan them to be. The way events turned out on that fateful day, where not what we thought, and the destruction released upon the world far from what we could even imagine in our darkest dreams.
Upon Maka's awakening as a death scythes and then proceeding to fight the kishin with all her strength and courage, rather then the defeat of the most dangerous creature known to walk the earth at her hand as she had so hoped for, she like the rest of us fell back in defeat. From that crushing moment madness seeped into the world, and the rules in which we had grown and built our society around began to crumble, one by one the remaining demon death weapons fell. Stein, who had always lived his life on the very edge of the boundaries of sanity finally succumb to the madness the surrounded him. Shimigami-sama, being the living embodiment of death itself, never really alive and never truly able to die was treated almost the same way he had treated his captive. Clocked skin of madness filled with the blood of pure souls; murdered at the hand of the one he had protected them from for countless generations. His own living hell.
One the day of the fall, Kid was once again sucked into the pages of The Book of Ebion. An eternal prison, one that he could never escape from of his own free will. A jail cell in which he could observe and hear the calamity of the world outside, but could never interfere. It is said the Liz and Pattie after several attempt of trying to find a witch to help in order to rescues Kid to no success, slowly began to fall back into old darker habits. Returning again to life on the streets, where dark alleyways and unheard screams where around every corner and every day was a fight for survival against the new darker world.
Blackstar, as far a I know, is currently locked in the dungeon/basement of DWMA, where Asura has made his castle, his fortress of darkness, whilst Tabaski is forced to work as a servant within the walls of the school turned compound as a means of keeping him alive as well as in control, a hostage and a prisoner.
I spend most of my days, down in the darkness with Blackstar, chained to wall by my very own blood. The black blood that had once been a blessing and a curse upon my life, was not nothing more then a means to control and confine. It no longer answer to my call or did my bidding, not that it did all that much to begin with since the consumption of the Imp, and not even then could my blades, despite being a full fledge death scythe could cut through the chains that bound me. I however unlike Blackstar am not alone in my dark cell, she is always with me, that is when she is not being toyed with or sliced by the mad Stein under his orders.
Out of all of this I do believe it is her I feel for the most. After Maka's demonstrated her ability to be both mister and weapon, as well as being able to combat the black blood and madness I exposed her to over they years, not to mention the rare soul that she possesses, something that did not happen often, something that was never meant to happen, that was not ever predicted, he became very interested in her and how as Stein would have put it "ticked". Yes it was Maka who I Soul felt sorry for the most, or was it because out of all the people who I had lost and could still lose in one way or another, she was the one I wanted to hold on to the tightest.
The creak of my cell door and the sound of a body being thrown in and tumbling along the floor brought me back to my senses, looking up, my eyes fell upon the crumpled figure of a broken yet still the most beautiful being I had every laid eyes on. She lay so still you would have believed her to be dead if it weren't for the small soft almost miss able rise and fall of her chest. Squinting at the light that was coming in through the now open door, so much brighter then the soft blue and red lights that just barley illuminated the cell in which we where detained, I could distinctly see the silhouette of Crona.
Moving forward I reached Maka just as the door to the cell closed again sealing us both inside. Holding her close to my chest I brushed the hair that had fallen across her face out of the way, she had become thin over the past 2 or so months we had been in here, at least that's how long I thought it had been. Without any natural light or watch it was hard to tell the passage of time of the world outsidethe four walls in which I had been confined. The only of the passage of time was when once a week they let us bath, not pleasant but it was better than nothing. I remember the first time they had taken us both and striped us down to nothing throwing us into a giant glass container where once we were inside water was dropped like a shower from the ceiling, there was no privacy and guards watched our every move, to be honest I though they were going to gas us or something.
It was coming up again to that time again 5 maybe 6 days had passed since our last visit to the glass room. Looking down at Maka now I could only hope I was right in my assumption, she looked a mess. Her long black jacket had long ago been sacrificed for a make shift blanket for the two of us and her DWMA school uniform was torn and broken, her skirt ripped and fraying, I dear say I looked no better.
Holding her close I made my way back to the far end of the sell under the blue and red light, which bobbed overhead, as if held by invisible string, the only source of light our dark place of existence. Holding her close to my chest I pulled her onto the makeshift rug grabbing my jacket and throwing it over both of us.
"Soul" I heard her mutter
"It's ok Maka, I'm here, it's over for now, I'm not going anywhere I'm right here" I whisper into her ear, gently rocking her back and forth against my chest. I feel her small hand reach out and grab hold of my shirt, her face turning into the crock of my neck; I feel the dampness of freshly formed tear against my skin
"Why Soul?… why?... why did it have to end like this? "
"I don't know Maka, I don't know"
Authors note: well there you go, let me know what you think… I don't know if I should turn this into a story or just leave it as is, let me know what you think. X