Story No. : 02-SOE-009

Name : Fading Memories

Rating : T

Pairing : Implied Soul x Maka

Genre : Angst

Warning : Angst, Character Death

Description : A Song-Fic and drabble describing what Maka felt after Soul died during a mission. My shortest one-shot yet. For maximum effect, listen to "Hirari Hirari", the song on which this story is based.


x-X-Beginning of Story-X-x

Maka sat alone in her apartment, hugging her legs close to her, crying silently. She replayed the event that had happened earlier that day over and over again, attempting to find some clarity. All she could think of at the moment was that…

…Her beloved Soul was gone, never coming back.

From pure grief, she cried herself to sleep. But in her sleep, she found no peace or clarity. All the young meister could dream of was the very mission which had claimed her weapon's life.

xXxXx

When the seasons change their flow to a spin,

She remembered her partner's death so vividly. It was just supposed to be a simple mission, one that shouldn't have gone wrong. But, it did. There was a flash of purple light, and before she knew it, her weapon partner lay unmoving at her feet.

When the links start to wear, slowly within,

Her soul perception said everything. Her beloved weapon partner was dead, his soul floating above his immobile body. Then in a flash, it was gone.

Please, don't ever let those ties begin to tear,

Or lose them to the wind.

All she remembered was falling to her knees in complete shock. Nothing mattered anymore. Even her own life or the lives of her teammates. Her best friend, weapon partner, and possible even crush was now gone, never coming back from the void of death.

Weighed down by the words I could not let myself forget,

"Will you be my weapon partner?" Maka asked the albino, after he had finished playing the dark song on the piano. The albino's grin widened.

"My name is Soul. Soul Eater."

They would fill me with deep regret, when

I began to drift peacefully through a soothing fantasy,

The very memory of their meeting and Soul's death was too much to bear. From complete shock, Maka passed out herself.

Then awoke to discover you had disappeared.

The young scythe meister awoke in the DWMA infirmary. The absence of Soul and her teammates gathered with grief-filled faces proved that it wasn't a dream, and that her weapon was really gone forever. Never coming back, never laughing, never playing the piano, and never comforting the young meister.

Tying up the appearance I wanted to embrace,

The now weaponless meister imagined her partners face, his personality, looks, and memories, in an attempt to keep her memories of her beloved weapon alive.

Softly scattering colors of orange without a trace,

Carving pain through my heart which was now an empty space, it's

But as her partner's soul had faded, she felt her memories of Soul Eater fading in the same way. She could no longer imagine his laugh, and large gaping hole in her heart and soul widened to the point where the pain became unbearable.

Fluttering, Fluttering, Fluttering,

To the sky, to the sea or to someplace far away,

I'd try, to deliver a lasting bond that time couldn't fray,

Once again, she lay down on the soft white mattress which seemed to turn hard at her loss. She gathered what little memories of Soul she had and created the mental illusion of her one and only weapon, her first and last.

But instead, all the colors of the ties that we have made, are

"Move on, Maka." Her illusion said.

"No!"

"Find another weapon"

"No!"

"Please, move on with your life."

"NOOO!"

Fluttering and fluttering away.

xXxXx

Memories once bright, flicker as they begin to age,

Maka woke from her slumber on the couch, and walked to Soul's room. It was just as she remembered it, not a piece out of place and not a single picture where it wasn't supposed to be. The young meister observed one particular picture. A picture of both of them after one of their missions.

With time, they are lost on a long forgotten page,

She picked the framed picture up, and gently sat down on Soul's bed. She gazed intently at her deceased partner's ruby red eyes, preserved perfectly by the old photograph. Even as she gazed at the picture, she began to feel her memories of her weapon begin to fade. And no matter what she did, she couldn't stop it.

They will sleep, in the heart like a dark and empty cage, still

Fluttering, Fluttering, Fluttering,

Maka laid the frame down, and exited the room.

"Soul… why?"

Yet I wish I could share my heart with you once again,

So now I'll try sending the remnants of those ties if I can,

But like rain, gently falling down to earth on the wind, they're

The scythe meister exited Soul's room, and took her seat on the couch. There she sat, pondering on what to do next. But, like rain falling down to earth on the wind, her thoughts were…

Fluttering and fluttering away.

x-X-End of Story-X-x


Date Uploaded: Saturday, January 19, 2013

Word Count: 804 (Wow, short!)

A/N: I DO NOT OWN THE SONG, OR SOUL EATER! The pianist is Tamaazu-P, while the Lyrics are by Nayuta Momoka, and translated to English by savantsean (Deviantart ID)

I came up with the idea of this after listening to Hirai Hirai. The song was so sad, yet so beautiful! T-T, it was really sad, yeah. And was this fic sad? Yes, or no? Review and tell me!

~Omega02x~