Hey Babe,
They're finally letting me write a letter to you. Crazy, right? I didn't think the mission was so top secret that I couldn't even send a letter to my girlfriend. Ah well. I'm writing to you now and that's all that matters.
The only thing that sucks is that with all that I'm telling you, I'm not going to get anything in return. I can send letters, but I can't receive them. What uncool shit is that? I know, I know. Cautionary measures. I can hear you lecturing me now.
They said I can write you a letter, but truthfully there's not too much to tell you. I can't give anything away in case this is intercepted, but besides the mission, I really have nothing to say. Florida's hot and humid. Even now, my uniform shirt is sticking like glue to my skin. This is why I live in the desert. Sweating like this, so uncool.
Well, like I said, I've really got nothing to say. Maybe next time babe.
Hey Maka-chan,
I'm so sorry. They promised me a week too, and here I am, still in Florida, two weeks after leaving Death City. You know, I wouldn't object you sending one of your strongly worded letters to the guy in charge here. His yelling's worse than yours.
Apparently, the sources that gave us information on this witch clan were either wrong or out-dated. Maybe even misleading. Either way, they're not true as of now so now we're starting from scratch. I actually dared to ask them if we could return home until they successfully tracked them down (this humidity's killing me) but all I got was fifty push-ups.
It was an innocent question! You understand, right? Nah, you probably wouldn't. You're pretty uptight too. I'm gonna have to fix that when I get back home.
And you're blushing now, aren't you, Maka-chan? Wish I could see it.
I'll see ya later. Promise.
Hey Maka-chan,
Good news and bad news. Good news: We've finally got a trail on the witch clan. After what? Another good two weeks? A whole month stuck in humid and hot-ass Florida for just a trail? I'm sure you can guess how pissed off I am right now. And considering how long I've been away, I bet you're pretty pissed too.
The bad news: We've traced them in Italy. Overseas. Yeah, I know. This really blows, babe. They're shipping me overseas now. I can't tell you where in Italy (apparently that could give us away and put us in deep shit), but it's just somewhere in Italy.
And before you even go there (you and I both know what I mean too), DON'T. I'll be fine, promise. I'll send you another letter when we arrive in Italy (unless I have to wait for a period of time like they made me do in Florida).
Thinking about it, by the time you get this letter, I'll be half-way there.
Hey Maka,
When in Rome, eat lots of pasta!
No, we're not in Rome. I kind of wish we were though. Pasta sounds good right now. All I've had for the past month or so is mashed potatoes, a dinner roll, and a mix between pot roast and mystery meat. Ick. So technically, anything besides that sounds good right now. Even your cooking.
I kid, I kid. You're not a bad cook. You do make some mean curry, I'll admit.
So now that we're on their trail, we have to lay low to make sure the witches don't catch on. I don't get what all of this element of surprise crap is going to do though. As far as I'm concerned, we're going to end up fighting in the end. So why not just jump in and get it over with? The sooner, the better. Then I can finally come home and maybe you can cook some curry.
I really miss your curry, Maka.
Hey Babe,
Forget my last letter. I want stir fry. You make good stir fry too. Make that instead. And then a mouth-watering dessert.
You'll do.
And I know I'm completely safe before I'm pretty sure you can't Maka Chop over the Atlantic Ocean. So I will say it again:
I want YOU for dessert.
Get Liz and go to Victoria's Secret. Buy something nice. With bows. I like bows.
Hey Angel-chan,
Please, PLEASE do not kill me over that last letter. I am now really glad you can't send letters back because I don't want to know what your reaction was to that. Let's just say that drunks can write too. Even when they're horny.
So sorry. Don't kill me. I love you.
But if you really did visit Victoria's Secret like I asked, that's good too.
I should be coming home soon. Hopefully.
Hey Maka,
Yeah. Remember my last letter? Probably not. That was….what over a month ago?
Yeah, don't worry. I didn't die. Yet.
Listen….God, how do I put this?
Well, first off, the mission's over. In fact, it's been over for a couple of weeks now. The battle was too easy for a cool death scythe like me. Those witches had no chance.
And you see, I was getting ready to leave. We all went out to celebrate the night before the plane ride home and I even bought you this really cool glass flower thing. I was going to personally give it to you when I got home, but….
Well, then Nerezza came into the picture.
I'm really sorry, but something between me and her…something just clicked. It was immediate. She liked me and I liked her.
Now listen, I don't want you feeling bad. It has NOTHING to do with you. There's nothing you could've done to make yourself better and stop this. I really did love you, and I still do. But, not like I do with Nerezza. She's different. You're different. You two are different people.
And I didn't pick her because she's better. Neither of you outmatch each other. I just…chose her. It's just something about her.
Maka, I'm so sorry it ended this way. I really am. I feel like such a dick right now, but I'm not going to force myself to keep this relationship up when I obviously like someone else now. You deserve to be happy Maka and I really hope I didn't ruin that for you. I want you to be happy. More than anything. I just know that it can't be with me now. I'm positive you'll find someone who you click with better than me.
Nerezza…she just proved that you and I aren't meant to be. This mission, going to Italy, maybe it was fate. Maybe we weren't meant to be a couple. It just wasn't meant to happen.
Then again, maybe this letter means nothing to you. While I was away, you probably set your eyes on someone else, but haven't been able to tell me.
This will be my last letter to you. I may return to Death City one day, but it will most likely be with Nerezza. No promises though.
I'm sorry, Maka.
I love you still.
Soul
Teardrops fell onto the letter in her shaking hands, rasping breaths breaking the dead silence of their – correction, her – apartment. A sob shook her body, her shoulders bobbing up and down as the tears squeezed out of her eyes, displaying her depression at Soul's latest letter.
He had left her. For another woman. And it stung so much.
He said not to blame herself. He said it wasn't her. He said it wasn't her fault. Soul was just being nice. Of course it was her fault. She hit him, she yelled, she was bossy and demanding, she was reckless, she let him throw his self in harm's way because of her. To sum it all up, she was just a horrible girlfriend and an even worse meister.
Everything that was happening, it was her fault.
In the letter, he had said he wasn't coming back, didn't he? What was she going to do with his stuff? She didn't want it. She didn't want him. She didn't want anything involving him even near her.
Maka balled up his letter, clenching her jaw shut, tears still freely rolling down her cheeks. She didn't even want this horrible letter. The piece of paper hit the wall after she had furiously thrown it across the room. It did no damage and it did no comfort.
She had half the mind to go in his room and throw everything out the window. She didn't want it! She didn't want anything of his!
It only hurt.
The scythe meister – ahem – EX-scythe meister didn't even want to be in the same apartment that they had shared for years as partners. As lovers. It hurt too much.
Fresh air would do her good. Yes. That sounded nice.
Not bothering to put on a coat, Maka grabbed her keys and walked out of the door, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand as she exited her home. Everything in there was too painful to look at right now. She was too raw, too sensitive.
Soul, he had promised to return home. He promised! Of course it was just a lie! That's all men ever did, right? Her papa was a perfect example.
And of all reasons to leave her, he left her because he had met someone else. Where was the justice in that? It was her fault she knew it! Otherwise he wouldn't have even been looking at another girl. She was sure of it. If Soul had loved her as much as he claimed, he'd be home right now, with her. Kissing her after months of being separated. Asking where that stir fry was. Getting Maka Chopped into oblivion once she remembered what he had drunkenly asked her in one of his letters.
But he was still in Italy, smooching some other girl no less.
Well, she didn't need him. He could kiss her ass and stay in Italy for all she cared.
She didn't want him anymore, anyhow.
Author's Comments:
Sorry this took so long. -.- I had serious writer's block for the second chapter. I had no idea how I wanted how I wanted to go about it. Then, finally, I got the letters idea and went from there.
Unfortunately, it isn't fairly long, but I'm sure you guys are just happy to get something.
I hope that I'll be able to update a little more since I'm beginning to get out of the writer's slump I've been in since early October. So, while I'm not making any set-in-stone promises, expect more from me.
Poor Maka. :(
Until next time~!