This is my first fan fiction, so give me a break...
also don't expect chapters to come out rapidly, I'll make them when I make them, I tend to be creatively stumped often, I will also be changing the personalities of some of the characters slightly. NO FLAMES. Enjoy!
Quick Disclaimer: I do not own any aspect of the black rock shooter or soul eater.
Alright, new chapter, new Q/A's
Q: Why is your friend named fluffy?
A: I honestly have no clue, he never told me why
Q: Will you be putting in the Characters from BRS the game?
A: Not sure yet...
Q: Black Rock Shooter is AWESOME
A: Yes I know
Q: SOULXMAKA FOREVER
A: Spoiler-Thats what you think :)
Q: When are the other girls showing up?
A: Sooner or later...
Q: Finally, someone took the time to write a BRS-Soul Eater fanfiction!
A: I know right?
So without further delay, lets begin this chapter, shall we?
The Flaming Soul
Chapter 3: The Collapse
A day has passed since the counter with the 3 evil souls and the blue eyed teen, Maka laid unconscious in the hospital bed and Soul sat asleep in one of the chairs that stood against the wall. Maka then woke in a daze, she stared up at the ceiling attempting to remember what had happened, she then sat up in her bed in an instant yelling "Soul!" she then fell back in her bed grabbing her chest in pain. Soul, who had been awaken by her scream, rushed to her side.
"What!" Soul said, she then looks up to him.
"Your OK..." she spoke in a relieved tone. She looked around the room, it was white with a almost
unnoticeable blue tint to it, her cloths were on the table next to her neatly folded and wrapped in a clear plastic bag, obviously been washed by the hospital staff. She herself was dressed in a white hospital gown with the same tint of blue.
"Take it easy, you took quite a hit to the chest. Doc said you suffered a few broken ribs so take it easy" Soul said as he helped Maka sit up.
"Am I suppose to stay?"
"What?
"The hospital, am I suppose to stay here?" Soul looked at her with slight confusion.
"Well no, why would you want too-... your going to go look for her aren't you?" Soul asked as Maka grabbed her cloths and went into the bathroom to change.
"Soul, you can't tell me your the least bit curious about her?"
She was right Soul had been curious about who she was, and how she was able to form a weapon like that out of thin air. As he thought to himself, another question arose "Maka, whats with you lately."
Maka walked out of the bathroom, pulling on her left glove "what do you mean."
"You've been acting strange recently, you're a lot less cautious and strict"
Maka then thought to herself, Soul was right, ever since they both defeated the kishin Asura. She then decided to change the subject quickly "lets go and get your motorcycle."
They then walked out of the building and strolled down the street, Maka started to speak "OK, we're going to have to go around and ask some witness-"
"Already done, three people said that she left town and into the forest" Soul responded, Maka then stopped.
"Wow Soul thats very... efficient."
"What can I say, I guess your rubbing off on me..." he then turned back to where his motorcycle was "WHAT THE HELL." The motorcycle was now only a skeleton of its former self, the engine, tires, lights, brakes and wires were gone, even the little streamers that were on the sides of the handle bars. Soul hung his head in sadness.
"Guess were walking for now."
"Man... I just had the paint job redone" Soul Sobbed.
They both made they're way to the gates, in search for the girl of blue eyes.
Lost again, Black Rock Shooter was wondering through the forest where she encountered the creature, maybe the others aren't here. She continued to walk aimlessly, unknowing of where to go next, without the other-selves to fight, she had no purpose. She then grabbed her lower torso, she had been cut during the earlier battle, and now the pain contentiously grew since then. Black (Black Rock Shooter) looked down at where the wound had been, though it had been long since it had healed, pain still emanated from where it once was, most other-selves were able to heal rather quickly compared to humans, they had to otherwise they'd end up dead. This thought brought her into a day dream, she missed the constant fighting, she missed the other-world, she missed her friends (more or less).
She fell onto the rough ground which brought her back to reality. Black struggled to bring herself back to her feet, the pain was now spreading throughout her body, she leaned against a tree attempting to recollect herself, now dizzy, nauseous, and her sight blurring. Why do I feel so weak. The pain slowly etched its way into every limb with each passing second, she then fell to the ground again, wrapped with pain, she held herself. My insides feel like they're on fire! Black then herd rustling in the bushes near by. Get up, somethings coming, get up she attempt to will herself on her feat again but to little avail, only managing to get on her hands and knees. Clinging to consciousness by a thread, now quiet, she slowly lifted her head in the direction where the rustling had stopped, only to see two people standing over her, one of white hair and one of blonde. Falling into submission, she collapsed, unconscious.
DONE. Constructive criticism is encouraged, but don't be an asshole. I do not own any rights to Black Rock Shooter nor do I own any rights to Soul Eater.