A Sound Soul Dwells Within a Sound Mind and a Sound Body

By: amy2may

Collection of One-Shots: Soul Eater Edition

Story Five: Light Without Darkness

Summary: He had awoken in a strange place. Never had he seen any of the scenery before, and he couldn't recall ever visiting. No doubt, it was odd, but the sensation was one he had never felt before. This place was almost like the heaven he envisioned in his head. Lightness.

Rating: T
(for language)

Word Count: 913

DISCLAIMER:

I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER, THE CHARACTERS, OR THE PROMPT.

Light Without Darkness

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He had awoken in a strange place. Never had he seen any of the scenery before, and he couldn't recall ever visiting. No doubt, it was odd, but the sensation was one he had never felt before. This place was almost like the heaven he envisioned in his head. Lightness, with a phenomenon of bright colors appearing across the overly-bright, blue sky above. It seemed to be the Northern Lights, but there was no doubt he was not up north.

It was surprisingly at a comfortable temperature, especially for the attire he had woken up in: a spotless, white tuxedo, with one red rose, the shade of his eyes, tucked into the breast-pocket and not to mention the bow-tie made up of musical notes he had once used in the song he and his partner resonate to.

His partner.

The snowy-headed boy frantically looked around for his partner-in-crime, realizing they could've been in the middle of a battle. Maybe he had passed out? No, that would be impossible... would it? The last thing he remembered was drifting off into a night's slumber after a lazy-day for the duo.

So if that is the case, where is she?

Crimson eyes searched around, until they met with a station. Empty, yet lovely and peaceful... welcoming, even. He waited for a while, in hope of a train to take him to any destination, but one never showed up. To his surprise, he saw a figure approaching him, walking on the tracks, mindlessly humming. Soul's weapon-like instincts suddenly kicked in, as he hurriedly hoped from the platform to the terminal and ran up to the person.

"Are you crazy? A train could come any-" Soul cocked his head to the side. "Maka?" Her hair was pulled back in a formal style by angel wing clips, and curled into loose ringlets. She wore a fitting white dress that flowed down to her golden ballet flats, with white gloves that stretched to her elbows. Soul bit his lip and sharply looked the other way. "Why are you so damn reckless?" He irritably muttered, grabbing ahold of her wrist and attempting to stomp away with her following behind.

However, her feet were glued to the ground. He glanced over his shoulder with a questioning look, but a light shade of pink took over when she started laughing maniacally. Did he say something that stupid? Had they really been here before? What in Death's name was going on?

Once her fit of giggles and red face had become a thing in the past, she smiled innocently at him. "There's no train coming, Soul."

He looked like a fish out of water as he tried to say something, but only a random selection of syllables and letters were spluttered out. Saving him from any other embarrassing scenes, she laced their fingers together and confidently continued her pathway, Soul shortly slacking behind her. "This is my soul."

"Y-Your soul...?"

"Mhm."

Her Weapon hastily pulled away from her, his face hiding underneath the dark castings of his bangs and hand shoved into his pockets. He turned from her worried gaze and sighed, "Your soul is beautiful, Maka." Running a hand over his face, Soul wearily met her stare. "Your soul is so fucking beautiful. It's pure. It's untainted. It's fucking perfect, Maka." His snappy comment shocked her as Maka clutched the fabric over her chest. It was obvious his moody outburst hurt her, but this had been something that was bothering Soul for months now. It was about time she heard what was clouding his mind, too.

"Wha-"

He flailed his arms, "Everything you do is beautiful! You are fucking light itself! So, why did you think that light and darkness could work out? He took a deep breath. "We're total opposites, Maka."

All she could do was stand there, mouth gaped open.

Soul averted his stare, shoving his hands into his pockets.

There was an eery silence surrounding them. Maka could hear the bothersome buzz, pounding against her skull. That was when she decided to speak.

"You can't have darkness without light." Her voice was strong and confident, as if she were about to fight an enemy, telling the kishin that she was going to take their soul. "You see, even if my soul is pure and is made up of mostly light, we are still casting shadows." She gestured to their silhouettes.

"Darkness, by definition, is the absence of light. Thus, without light, the world would be consumed by black."

"But what about light without darkness?"

"Scientifically, light doesn't depend on darkness."

Soul glanced at her, then back to his shoes. She had proven his point. He depends on her, but she doesn't have to depend on him.

"But-" Maka continued, a smile pulling at her lips, "I'm not light. I'm not the particles that are made up to travel in straight lines, nor am I used to make our ambiences visible. You know, above anyone else, that I, myself, carry madness, too." She allowed her smile to break through while Soul watched with widened eyes. She always said the right things.

She always knew what to say.

"Furthermore," Maka concluded, "I am your Meister, and therefore, I do depend on you." The blonde outstretched her hand towards her partner, and he gladly accepted the invitation.

"You're the coolest Meister, too."

They exchanged grins and he squeezed her hand.

"Let's go home."

"Yeah."

A/N:

I started rewatching Soul Eater to get a feel for the characters again because I hate OOC, and I fear that I write that way, especially because many of the Soul Eater characters are hard to master, especially Soul. So please give me feedback, and please send me prompts/requests!

Thanks for reading!