𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕒 𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

If Asura Won

Dead silence for thirty minutes. Maybe more. Or maybe less. The dust cleared. The sky above was filled with crimson clouds and madness. Crazed clouds now hovering over Death City which was just outside of Asura's circle of madness.

Cries came from the city. Scared ones and saddened ones. Those cries even came from the DWMA.

This was due to Asura succeeding in spreading the madness around the world.

The emerald eyes of a scythe meister laying on the ground, defeated, opened up to only see the battle field she fought on, covered in blood. Her body ached with brutal pain. Including inside her skull which could have been a concussion.

Maka Albarn slowly rose to her feet from the ground. Only to see the disappearance of Asura. Had she defeated him? No.. Everyone would've came and greeted her. Speaking of everyone, where were her friends?

Her head looked side to side, to see a fallen grim reaper laying on the ground with his eyes purely white. Her body jolted forward and halted before her friend, Kid. She swiftly kneeled down, flipping him onto his back. Her ear slammed onto his chest, waiting a few moments. No heartbeat.

Her attention was brought over to the two Thompson sisters. Liz was leaning against a boulder, with her little sister, Patty, sitting between her legs and her head leaning underneath Liz's chin.

In a flash, Maka ran over there and checked both of their heartbeats. Both missing.

The meister kept her tears in, now furiously looking around for the other partner set. It would only take a minute or two until she finally seen a blue haired boy faced up on top a pile of rubble. A dark haired girl laying nearby.

Immediately, Maka raced over to them and slid onto her knees until she halted right next to the boy. She once again checked for a heartbeat on Blackstar, but received nothing. It would only be a few seconds until Maka already got up and checked Tsubaki's. Again, nothing.

She wasn't the last one to check. Maka got back up, looking around. Her forest green eyes scanning all over, just until they halted at the spot where she had collapsed. Her eyes squinted at a particular area. Seeing a black jacket and orange shirt covered in broken up rocks and boulders.

Soul. Maka immediately rushed over. Almost tumbling over, she quickly collapsed at the scythe's side and began to push off the stones. Her head making contact with the boy's chest.

'Please..' a soft and quiet thump came from his chest. It seemed his heart rate was slow, which had a negative upcoming future.

"Soul..?" Maka said out loud. Nothing in return. She gripped onto his shirt, her head laying down on his chest while salty tears flowed down her cheeks and onto her partner's shirt. She would only listen to his faint heartbeat, it getting slower.

"Please.. wake up.." the meister's faced buried farther into his shirt, only sobbing louder and more painfully. She couldn't afford to lose him too. She just lost all of her friends, she just lost a battle which had just pretty much ruined the whole world.

Now, her weapon, her best friend, her Soul 'Eater' Evans who she had secretly fallen in love with is going to pass on into the afterlife before her eyes.

"Soul.. Please! Just wake up, dammit!" Maka tightened her grip onto the scythe's orange shirt. She felt the warmth of his body grow weaker. Slowly losing hope.

Ms. Albarn continued to hold onto him. She wouldn't let go for a second. Her face now fully covered in tears as Soul's shirt a darker shade of orange in one spot due to the wetness of Maka's tears.

The little girl would feel her heart stop for a moment. A slight movement came from underneath her. Without hesitation, she thrashed upward and immediately scooted to her partner's face, cupping it with her cold hands. One glove had been covered in blood while the other was mostly ripped off.

"Soul? Hey, wake up!" Maka urged. Her hands gently giving his face a slap. She watched as the blood red eyes of the scythe slowly peaked open to only see a broken meister looking down at him with a wet face.

"Maka.." Soul painfully pushed out her name. His fists balled up, while he layed there and felt his body tense up. Pain.

"That's it! C'mon on! Get up!" Maka continued her encouragement. But.. she only received a negative response with a head shake, "What do you mean no? Soul. We lost. We have to try again."

The weapon tightly closed his eyes and let out a grunt. The sounds of hearing that they had lost, was the second worse thing to hear. They would open when his meister began to tug on him, "No, Maka."

The pigtailed girl looked surprised when he said so. Why was he refusing? Just soon enough, her olive colored eyes looked down at his lower half of the body and felt her own eyes go pale, "Soul! C'mon! We gotta get you to Nygus!"

Crimson liquid slowly oozed from multiple wounds on the young boy's lower torso area. Maka took off her trench coat and began to wrap it around her weapon's wounds but was halted.

"Maka.. stop.." Soul urged while his crimson eyes looked up at the emerald ones above, "It's too late, Maka. You said it yourself. We've lost. Death knows how long we've been knocked out for. It could have already been hours or even a day. You know how quick the madness spreads.."

Maka's eyes began to swell up with tears. While she sat on her knees and her hands aggressively gripped onto her skirt, she looked down at the blurry vision of her weapon, "That's not true.. Soul. Come on. Please get up." tears raced down her cheeks. Some now splashing back onto the orange shirt of the scythe. Maka's eyes only getting paler when she felt the soul wavelength of her partner get weak.

"Soul?"

No response. The boy's tightly closed eyes loosened up and remained closed. His balled up fists opening and extending out, "At least I get to die by the coolest meister's side..." a chuckle could be heard then swiftly faint away as a gust of air started up the silence again.

Maka's hands now trembling, she reached forward and began to repeatedly shake her weapon's shoulders. Not receiving a smile, a movement, any soul wavelength, or even a sign of life.

A wave of pain struck through the meister's body. Feeling abandonment, worthless, alone, and scared. Her arms shakingly retreated back to her body. Staring down at the lifeless scythe weapon of Maka Albarn.

Just once more, the girl lunged forward and embraced her lifeless partner in her shaky hands. Her chin rested on his head while her eyes filled with pain stared out at the destruction of the new world of madness.

The soul wavelength of his finally disappearing into non existence. His skin turning pale, body completely limp and acted like a rag doll.

"Please don't leave me.. not you too."