In Which Things Are Serious
Soul had confessed to me.
Whether it was a romantic love or a partnership love, I'll never ask. I wouldn't dare to bring up the topic.
A lot of things will change though.
I won't be able to look straight into his eyes for too long anymore. I won't feel the same reassurance standing next to him anymore. I'll feel scared. Terrified.
We'll be the same weapon and meister pair as we always were, but at the same time everything will be different.
At least that's what I thought would happen.
We started having more battles with kishins and any thoughts of love or what love was, flew out of my head. I was used to the steady rhythm of combat with soul and we had fallen back into the old groove of fighting, eating, and sleeping. Sometimes I could feel the hum in each step we took together, and I really did began to understand the music Soul believed in. Our work became more of a routine for us and steadily the remaining thoughts of Soul's love sunk into my heart and decided that we were together right now and that was enough. Besides, we had evil to kill.
"Bad bad bad, this is bad," said Soul.
I looked at him carefully. Sweat was beading on his brow.
"They've started putting kids from the DWMA in field work," I squeezed his hand.
"Kids?" he exclaimed. "Maka! We're kids!"
I looked at the growing number of kishins surrounding us.
"Doesn't feel like it sometimes," I said.
Soul transformed into a scythe fluently.
"Let's do this."
"SOUL RESONANCE!"