SoxMa Of Music and Meister Ch3

Ch 3

Maka. She was his only thought. Almost before he realized she was going to die he jumped in front of the demon blade shielding her with his own flesh. He felt sharp pain followed by a deep burning travel from the base of his right hip to his left shoulder. The slash was over in less than a second but Soul could see it cutting in agonizing slow motion within his mind's eye. A tiny moment later, consciousness left, leaving him to fall to the stone floor as a bloody and empty doll. Somewhere far away he could hear Maka screaming for him. It wrenched his heart to hear her, adding to the already crippling pain. *Run, Maka! Don't be stupid! Run away!* He thought desperately as he fought to make his mouth, which was hidden somewhere deep in the dark, to say the words. She was still in danger! If she didn't run, she'd die too! He was helpless to stop anymore. He listened as the sound of her sobbing faded in the distance.

He wasn't sure how long he remained in this world of darkness. All he knew was eventually he was brought from the nothingness to a world of pain and fear. Suddenly, a light appeared in the distance. Greatly comforted by the appearance of light, Soul tried to move towards this small glimmer of hope. As he approached his ears were once again assaulted by Maka's screams. Someone was hurting her! Soul tried to call to her out as he hastened his pace.*Hold on Maka! I'm coming*. Her screaming became more and more desperate as he drew nearer to the light, finally bursting forth into blinding light. When he looked around for Maka, the sight that confronted him filled his body with deepest horror. She was dead. Blood flowed from a huge tear in her stomach, a wound he was crawling out of. This time, the screams were his own.

*

He screamed and screamed, the sound of his voice bounced off the walls of his small recovery room and terrified Maka who sat by his side. He could hear her voice calling his name and he could feel her hand in his. He took deep gasps, attempting to calm himself and he squeezed Maka's had for reassurance. He opened his eyes as saw her sitting beside him, holding his had and looking at him with eyes full of worry. It had all been a dream… thank God. He tried to forget his fear long enough to give her a crooked smile.

"It's ok, Maka. Just a bad dream, that's all."

"Well that's good to hear." He tore his eyes away from his meister to see who had spoken. Evidently his screams had brought the nurse Medusa in to see what was wrong. She gave him a warm smile and continued.

"Just let me know if you need anything."

"Ok, thank you Medusa-Sensei." Maka called after her before turning back to Soul.

The next few hours passed too quickly and before he knew it, Maka had to leave for home. Soul deeply wished he could go too. Before she left, she offered to bring him anything he may need, anything at all. The more he reassured her that he was fine, the more depressed she seemed to become.

"Maka, I'm in this bed because of something I did not because of you. So please, don't worry." Soul said as comfortingly as he could. Her face fell further and she nodded before wishing him a good night and leaving him alone with only his thoughts for company. *Great, I just made her more depressed. Way to go, Soul!* he thought with disgust.

The room was quiet now. No sound even echoed down the Shibusen hallways adding to the uncomfortable silence. He shifted in his bed; the sound of the stiff sheets disturbed by his movement was loud and harsh in the quiet. *everyone must have gone home* he thought. He gazed out the bedside window to stare at the sunset with unseeing scarlet eyes. The desert sunset was stunning. Rosy reds and oranges filled his room with their warm and comforting touch. Outside, all the light touched turned to gold, making the city buildings seem to glow within its embrace. The steep angle of the light cast long shadows which contrasted the gold with deep purple. The sun was drooling and sniffing as it struggled to stay awake but it was a losing battle. Slowly, the shadows lengthened and the warm light was replaced with cool blue and purple. One by one, white stars emerged from the velvety sky to flicker with the light of hope. The sun finished its decent below the distant mountains and was replaced with the smiling sinister moon whose feathery silver light became Soul's only companion.

Soul watched in silence, feeling trapped in his own mind. He wondered what Maka, Black*Star and the others were doing now. He broke the silence with a loud sigh. There was no denying it, he was lonely. He hadn't felt this lonely since before he came to Shibusen; since meeting Maka. Just thinking of her seemed to lighten his heart. When she was happy, he felt happy. When she was sad, he felt an intense desire to fix whatever was upsetting her.

Feeling this way was strange to Soul and he honestly didn't want to think about it but here, alone in a silent room with nothing to distract his mind, he no longer had a choice. He was faced head on with the fact that he liked Maka. Maybe more than just 'liked' but that felt like a good starting point for now. How could this have happened? All he wanted was to leave his old life behind and his perfect plan to do just that had backfired epically in his face. In fact, it had almost gotten him killed, twice now. What was most disturbing was this fact didn't bother him. If faced with the same situations again, he's do the exact same thing without hesitation. Disturbed and lonely, Soul tried to ignore his taunting thoughts and get some sleep.