Two chapters on one day? What is this madness?
JK, thought you guys deserved something extra since the past three chapters had been so short.
This is still short but I promise you, the next one will be longer! Sh*t is about to go down!
So anyway, I hope you like this chapter. Leave a review if you want to and I'll see you guys soon!
(btw: has anyone figured out who's e-mailing with Tsubaki? ;p)
"Soul! Help me!" Maka called out.
Soul looked desperately around him, trying to find his meister, but she was nowhere to be found.
"Tick tock," he heard a very familiar voice whisper in his ear.
Soul turned and saw the little red demon standing by the piano, looking extremely amused. "Where is she!" he asked.
The little demon smiled even wider – Soul didn't know it was possible. "You can't save her scythe boy."
Soul set his jaw. "Watch me!" he dared and walked past the demon, to the door. He yanked it open, only to enter a pitch black room. There were no lit candles, no piano, no tiled floor and – to his relief – no red little demon.
But the darkness was pressing down on him, making it harder for him to breath. A force pushed him into the room and he was surrounded by black.
It was so quiet, only his breathing filled his ears. Then a dripping noise.
"What the -!" Soul mumbled and followed the noise. It got louder and louder each second that he walked.
At one point Soul had to stop because his head was filled with the deafening noise of the dripping. He fell to his knees and clutched his head, hoping that it would soften the sound. It didn't.
Out of nowhere a bright white spotlight flashed on. Soul had to cover his eyes to fight the sudden light that attacked him. Once his eyes were used to it, he saw that someone was standing in the spotlight. Soul couldn't make out facial features but he knew it was her the moment he reached the edge of the spotlight.
"Soul," he heard her say. It was like she was a siren, calling out for him, and he was the poor sailor, falling right into her trap.
Soul looked her over. She looked like she used to. Alive and pretty. Those green emeralds sparked with a happiness that stabbed him in the gut. "Maka, how?" he asked. "I'm dreaming aren't I?"
Maka nodded and reached her hand out to him. "It's okay though."
Soul couldn't fight the urge to take her hand. He knew that, once he'd wake up, it would hurt like a bitch, but for now he was happy to ignore it. He needed her in his arms. Even if it was just a dream. So he took her hand, and pulled her into his body. His arms wrapped around her small body, nose pressed into her hair. It felt real. She felt real. "I missed you so much. More than you can imagine."
Maka giggled. "I think I have an idea."
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
A gloved hand touched Soul's cheek. "For what?" she asked, ever so gently.
"I couldn't save you. I couldn't protect you. I failed you as your partner." Soul whispered hoarsely in her hair. He let all the guilt wash over him.
Maka chuckled, but it sounded tired. "... not your fault," she whispered back, barely audible. "I was so stupid to dive in."
Soul pulled back alarmed, and watched in horror how a gaping hole started to form in his meister's side. Scratches and dirt appeared on her face as if someone was painting on her. "No!" he cried, horrified. "No this can't be happening again."
Maka smiled sadly at her weapon. "I'm sorry too, Soul," she said. "I never wanted to leave you. I loved you."
Soul, feeling desperation take over, took her face in his hands and pulled her into a kiss. It tasted salty, probably from the tears that were rolling down his cheeks, but he couldn't care. When he pulled back he saw Maka's eyes clouding over. "I loved you too," he told her. "I still love you."
Maka nodded. "I always thought we'd grow old together. That you would scream at little kids to get off our lawn." she giggled at the fantasy. When she looked back at Soul there was blood coming out of her mouth. "I'm sorry," she repeated before she shattered into a million pieces.
"Maka!" Soul cried out. But the spotlight turned off and he was left in darkness.