And it went something like this || SoMa one shot collection

d a i s y

(a/n) slight trigger warning for some people, I just wanna be safe.

His eyes wandered the street, that now seemed small and silent. Compared to the big city he now resided. It was familiar, he could almost see the blurry image of Maka, his friends, and him, all together.
Would she even talk to him? Ha. Doubtfully.
After Asura was defeated, the death scythe disappeared. Wanting to begin a new life. Truthfully it was because of his newly found feelings for his Meister; Maka Albarn.
He could hardly talk to her, or be around the blonde haired girl without completely driving himself crazy. So Soul did what he did best, he ran away from things he couldn't face.

In complete honesty, Soul Evans is a coward. Nothing could change it either, sure he took down Kishins and Asura, sure he fought guys like nobody's business. But when it came to a real life relationship, especially his best friend.
There was no way Soul was going to be rejected, or ran away from, or abandoned, or broken. So he left.

He knew he shouldn't have. He knows it with all his heart, he regrets it. But now he can come back, it's finally safe without his feelings for Maka Albarn, his Meister, his best friend. He's finally ready to return.

If she takes him back.

Standing in front of the door, my mind began to buzz with horrifying thoughts. What if she's found a new partner? A new best friend? A boyfriend? What if she moved? What if she died? What if the person behind this door is not his best friend, what if she's changed?

"Shut up"

He whispered to himself, calming the buzzing before it changed his mind. He knocked on the door, it was strange having to knock on his homes door. But he thought after three years, it may be rude to walk in like he'd never left. So he waited patiently for his green eyed technician to open the door.

After a moment, he knocked again patiently.

"Coming!"

A muffled shout sounded from behind the door, along with movement. This was it. This was the time. I breathed deeply, letting calmness fill my lungs.

But when the door began to open gently, he was anything but calm. His heart thudded dangerously In his chest, his palms salty with sweat.

"Hello? . . . "

She paused, gaping at him with wide eyes. Those huge emerald doe eyes, those gorgeous lapping golden curls, she was beautiful. Just as he remembered her, but more.

"Mummy?" A small voice called from behind her "who's that scary man at the door?"

"Hang on baby girl, Mummas gonna be there in a moment" she said never taking her eyes off of me.

Maka's shoulders went rigid, and I went from joy to fury. She'd had a child!? I'd been gone for three years!

"Soul." She whispered, a hint of joy was layered beneath the coldness in her voice, and her eyes gave her away again.

"Maka." I sighed. "Maka please listen to me to a little bit?" I pleaded.

She looked to me. Her eyes filling with glossy tears. I opened my mouth, beginning to breath deeply in panic.

"Please Maka, don't cry" I begged, I knew if she did I'd cry as well. She collapsed into my arms, her body a rack of sobs and hiccups. Her arms were clasped behind my back as if she'd loose me if she let go, mine held her in my arms tightly not daring to let her go.

And there with her in my arms, I realized I fucked up.

I fucked up because I'd left her. But I royally fucked up because I'd never lost my love for her, and here it was. As strong as it was when I was 15.

Suddenly, she ripped herself from my arms. Gaping at me in horror.

"You ass hole." She muttered, her voice thickly coated in anger. "You-"

"Dip shit, mother fucker, douche bag, dumbass, jack ass, lowlife, two faced, heartless, cruel, stupid little shit. I know Maka, I know." I let my eyes sink to the ground, waiting for more scolding.

"You." She stared at me as if I wasn't real. Tears still sprouted in her eyes, sliding down her perfect face. "You left me."

"I'm so sorry Maka. I couldn't stay." I said ashamed. Tears trying to crawl out of my own eyes.

"Why?" She asked, her voice full of disbelief. "No bullshit answers too." She added, as if she knew exactly what I had thought.

"I can't tell you." I said, cringing at my own words. "Not right now at least, later but not now" I assured. She nodded, looking sullen and lost.

"Come in" she offered, holding the door open for me. I sighed, awaiting her husband or boyfriend to be sitting, watching TV or eating her incredible food like I used to. I missed out. And it's my fault.
Instead I found books, toys, drawings of all sorts. And a little girl, her dirty blonde hair was pulled into two pigtails and her eyes, as blue as piercing glaciers. I studied her, she was clearly Maka's. But who was the lucky man? The lucky man that married my best friend, made gentle passionate love to her, and is raising a child with her? I need to approve him at least. Although that's not my business, I actually don't even belong here, belong with her, or her beautiful child, or her handsome husband.

"Daisy, Baby, this is my friend." Friend, friend, friend, friend. "His name is Soul. Be nice okay baby."

Without response to her mother. Daisy stepped towards me, her eyes full of curiosity.

"Your teeth are sharky" she pointed out bluntly, giggling. I smiled at this, Maka looked relieved.

"Your eyes are pretty" I said, smiling. I held a hand towards her. She took it, and I lifted her hand to my lips and gave it a kiss, she giggled frantically and pulled away blushing.

"Mumma says my eyes don't belong to me" she whispers quite loudly "she says-"

"Daisy that's quite enough." Maka interrupted. I looked up questionably at the girl. "Soul, may I talk to you in the kitchen. Baby why don't you draw Soul a picture huh?"

"Okie Mummy, I'll draw Mister sharky a pretty picture!" She ran off, stumbling around for colouring utensils. I smiled. Then I turned to see Maka, her arms folded, her gaze sullen and embarrassed.

"Soul."

"Maka."

"Why'd you leave me."

"It seems you've done fine without me, where's the lucky guy? At work?"

"Soul." She sighed "shut your face for once" her eyes wander to her finger nails, suddenly very interested in her cuticles. She looked up finally, staring me right I'm the eye.

"Okay?"

"Soul she. . . She doesn't have a Dad." I suddenly realized it, he's dead.

"I'm so sorry Maka, if you wanna talk about him-"

"No Soul." She looked extremely vulnerable. "Your skull isn't any less dense. You don't get it Soul" I nodded for her to keep going.

"She's a product of rape Soul. I was raped."

Fuck.

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