Author's Note: This whole scene reminds me of the last case in the Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney. Well, you'll see… Sorry I've been MIA for a while. School's been killing me slowly :/ I also had a lot of problems writing this chapter. I have about three different drafts. Hopefully, you like this one!
Soul took in the scene before him. It was dark so he couldn't make out much of anything but he could make out Ashura pinning Maka to the wall and Maka looking helplessly at Soul. He felt anger flare up inside him.
"Get away from her," He hissed, his fists clenched.
Ashura turned around with a look of annoyance, as if just noticing he was there. "You want to die now, huh?" He raised his voice to a yell. "Huh?"
He released Maka's shoulders and she fell to the ground in shock.
Ashura took a couple threatening steps towards Soul. "Good news, Maka. You get to see your little boyfriend die right now,"
"No," Maka whispered, barely audible. "No, please, don't-"
"Shut up, bitch!" Ashura yelled. "You're next,"
Soul felt his fear melt away, being replaced by anger. He was angry. Rage was the only thing he felt. It was the only thing on his mind, the only thing in his mind. He wanted to kick someone.
He wanted someone to die.
Ashura continued walking towards him, speeding up. He grabbed Soul by the collar of his shirt, his other hand positioned to clamp onto Soul's throat. "Any last words, punk?"
"Yeah," Soul said.
In a smooth motion, he pulled Ashura's switchblade out of his pocket and flipped it open. With all his strength, he pulled back and plunged the blade into Ashura's stomach.
Ashura dropped Soul as he let out a screech, crumpling to the ground. Soul lifted him from the handle in his abdomen, pulling him to his feet. He twisted the blade.
Ashura howled with pain and Soul twisted the blade again, letting Ashura's blood spill onto the light brown carpet of the library. The moon reflected off the growing red puddle of the floor.
Ashura took his remaining strength to place his hands on Soul's hand, clenched around the handle of the knife. His skin was growing paler and he shook violently. "You're mad," He whispered.
"I think you're the crazy one here," Soul said through clenched teeth. He twisted the blade one final time.
Ashura let out a laugh as he closed his eyes. "Mad," He whispered. His breathing came slower and slower until it finally stopped and he grew still.
Soul released the knife, still firmly plunged into Ashura, and Ashura's body fell to the ground. His legs twisted up to a grotesque position, unnatural to any living being. The blood seeped out and created a large, dark stain across his grey shirt. His face was almost peaceful, a playful smile still on his lips.
Soul stood there in front of Ashura's body, just trying to process what had occurred. He turned to look over at Maka. She still sat, motionless, under the large bay window. The moonlight illuminated her backside, casting shadows across her face. Soul could just make out her emerald eyes, wide with shock. When their eyes connected, she motioned for him to come over to her.
He slowly walked over to Maka and sank down beside her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and brought him close to her. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and buried his face in her comforting shoulder.
It was only then that Soul noticed the tears dripping from his eyes.