Soma One-Shots ||slowish updates||

Moon Prism Power!

Maka's P.O.V.

"Watch where you're going idiot!!" A deep voice shouted as two strong hands caught me from stumbling into the street.

"I'm not an idiot!" I screamed back and rotated my torso to gaze at my rude savior.

His eyes were a deep shade of red and white spikes of hair shadowed his face.

I know him! It's Samuel Evans from my class. He makes me so mad and picks on me all of the time. I just want to take one of my hardcover books and slam them into his head sometimes. He started going by Soul Evans a couple of years ago...

Soul's mouth was slightly agape and his sharp teeth peeked behind his lips. His eyes widened as he realized that he was still holding my waist before his usual scowl returned to his face.

"What were you thinking?" He growled.

My cheeks reddened from embarrassment, "w-well...I-"

"What's the matter with you Maka? Hm? Was it your plan to walk out into the busy street and get yourself killed?" He snapped.

"N-no! It's just, well I.." I can't tell him the real reason. My hands wandered to my locket. I can't waste any more time, my friends need me. An explosion sounded a few blocks away and I squirmed in Soul's tightened grip.

He scanned the buildings for the source of the combustion. Then his head turned down to mine.

"You need to leave. It's not safe here. Go home." He stated firmly before running off in the direction of the plumes of smoke.

No way am I going to sit around and not help my friends.

I quickly followed Soul until, somehow, I lost him.

This is my chance!

I checked my surroundings and muttered my transformation, "Moon Prism Power, Make Up!!"

My body soon was engulfed by my Sailor Scout uniform and I sprinted off to the source of the battle.

I reached a scorched street and surveyed the damage. A gasp escaped my lips as my fellow scouts lay unconscious on the pavement.

A malicious cackle echoed throughout the road, "it's about time. I was getting bored."

"Who's there? Come out!" I demanded.

A girl with buzzed purple hair and black eyes slithered from out of the shadows.  She wore black lipstick and her image seemed to flicker every time I blinked.

"I am Figurë, the maker of images. Who are you?" She asked.

"I'm Sailor Moon! And in the name of the moon I will triumph over evil, and that means you!" I shouted.

She giggled before her eyes began to bore into my soul. "We'll see who shall be triumphant. I've already caught a glimpse into your head and I know all of your weaknesses."

She smirked as her image flickered even more. Figurë's body soon morphed into a new shape. Soul soon stood before me.

Soul? Why him? What am I doing here?

My mind raced with different emotions.

Suddenly, his knees buckled as a long and deep laceration appeared across his chest; stretching  from his left shoulder and traveling down to the base of his right hip.

My throat closed up. Was this my fault? I had done this to him. My eyes began to shake as tears flooded them.

What are these feelings?

I stood there, frozen, as a tear slid down my cheek. Soul's body went limp and a scream tore itself from my throat. His white hair was being stained red as he laid there with his eyes vacant.

A bright, blue light detached itself from his body. It bounced over towards my crying face and gazed at me curiously. The soul had spikes and sharp teeth, just like him. My sobs intensified at the thought of Soul dead. The blue orb nuzzled itself into the crook of my neck comfortingly.

My hand crested it's back as I pressed it closer to me. The sky turned red and the usual crescent moon grew a face and started to laugh at me. Is this madness?

"Sailor Moon! Watch out!" A recognizable voice shouted. Familiar hands grabbed my waist and lifted me into the air.

"Are you alright?" My captor asked, snapping me out of the illusion.

It's Tuxedo Mask!

My heart swooned at being in his arms. Then, a screech emanated from a shadow. Figurë was thrown from the illusion she had created.

"Now Sailor Moon! You must get rid of this creature of the Negaverse!" Tuxedo Mask instructed.

I nodded and brought out my Crescent Moon Stick. I focused my magic and sprung into action.

"Moon Healing...Escalation!!" I chanted as I drew a circle of shimmering dust and directed the healing powers at Figurë.

She writhed and hissed and spat as the purifying magic entered her body. When she had completely healed, an ordinary woman fell to her knees.

By then, my fellow scouts had begun to stir. I sighed with relief as I turned back to look at Tuxedo Mask.

"Who's Soul?" He asked with a smirk.

I blushed, "just someone that I really care about."

He looked thoroughly taken aback. I couldn't help but giggle at his expression.

Soul's still out there!

"If you'll excuse me! I need to find him, he could be in trouble!" I made sure that my friends were all right before beginning to search for Soul.
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No ones point of view

  He stood there, on the top of the building and stared at his love running to find her friend.

He removed his mask and revealed red eyes and cracked a shark-toothed grin.

"She cares about me." He muttered before disappearing into the night.
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Fun fact by the way, Figurë means "image" in Albanian.