Soul Eater: After Story

The musical madness-Wes's true nature to kill?

Sorry it took so long to update everyone! I just had a lot of stuff going on so yeah! This is yours truely giving you another Soul Eater After Story chapter! Enjoy! XD XD XD XD XD

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MAKA'S POV

I stood up, still clutching my bloody gash that's spread around my body. With Soul by my side, we watch together what we have done to piss Wes off. This just might cost our lives, Soul holds me up and we observe the anger and madness raging inside of Wes.

"Y-You two...you both broke my favorite violin....The one my Witchy mother made for me..." Wes explains, with his pupils large and full of rage. Soul steps foward and yells out, "Shut up Wes! Ursula didn't make that for you, the stupid Evans did! Are you that much of an idiot?!"

I yank Soul's sweater and whisper, "What are you doing?! Do you want us to get us killed?!" Our conversation is broken by Wes's chuckling. "Ha ha ha...so hilarious. Just the thought of eating your souls, sounds delicious and funny. Let's see which emotion wins over first, shall we?"

I feel something sharp poke me from behind. An ocean of floating black blades all threatening to kill us in one slash appear. *If one strikes us, we could die!* My gash starts to ache, but I gain the courage to shout out, "Soul! Dodge the blades!" We throw ourselves onto the ground and I groan and howl in pain.

Wes simply laughs and releases a loud shriek to damage our ears. I give out a scream, "Kyaaaaaaaa!!!!" Soul looks at me, hands still covering his ears and yells out, "MAKA!!!!" I close my eyes. *No...I can't struggle with all this pain anymore, it hurts. All of these wounds hurt, I'll just faint if I have to.*

*Just make the pain go away...* Wes laughs at the sight of us and licks his lips like a hungry animal. "Soul Eater! Look at your meister. She's dying, isn't it lovely? You really are useless and weak, no one needs you!" That's when my soul snaps in pure anger.

No one needs Soul? That is a horrible joke. If it weren't for Soul, I would be dead. All of those times we fought, he protected me, encouraged me, helped me, defended me. *It's because of you Soul...that I can use you again, because your my....partner.*

I slowly get up and face Wes. I yell at him, "Wes just shut the hell up! What do you know?! I was wrong to ever trust you! You're wrong about everything, and you're wrong about Soul! Sure we fight, and he can be an idiot sometimes too. But it's not that no one needs him."

"It's that he doesn't need you or the Evans."

Wes gives me a cold, murderous face and says to me. "That's stupid. Of course he needs the Evans! If the Evans don't want him, no one needs him!" I walk up to Soul slowly, trying not to die with the bleeding and deep wound on my body.

"You're wrong. It took me a while to figure out, but...Soul is strong. And I want to keep getting stronger, together. I know that Soul doesn't need me but...I need him."

Soul gazes at me with a shocked expression and starts scratching his head nervously. I smile at him, he grins back.

SOUL'S POV

*Wow. That took guts to say.*

I stand up and help my Meister, I tell her. "You're an idiot Maka, of course I need you too. If you're not there then who else is gonna cook for me? Plus who's gonna help me deal with all the crazy people in Death City? Like your creepy dad for example."

Maka makes a disgusted face and says, "Do not call that man my father, there is no way I will ever consider him as my family." I chuckle and grin at her. Wes claps his hands and suddenly the atmosphere turns heavy and black once again.

"What a beautiful performence, but now you die." Wes takes out his battle axe and scurries across the cave towards us in high speed. "Soul, now!" I nod my head and say, "You got it!" I  go back into weapon form, despite my wounds and endless bleeding I continue to fight.

MAKA'S POV

After countless dodges  and blocks, I now I can't keep this up for long. I take my chances and scream along with Soul, "Let's go Soul Resonance!!!" I take Soul into my hands and conecntrate. I say these words: A sound soul dwells within a sound mind and a sound body. I look up to Wes with cold and hard eyes.

*Working together with Soul, getting stronger together. Soul is going to be a great Death Scythe, the best one Lord Death has ever seen, but that doesn't mean he has to do it alone. We need each other, I guess that's just how "cool" of a team we make.*

I throw Soul's blade behind my back gracefully and scream out, "The legendary super-ultra skill of the Scythe Meister, GENIE HUNTER!!!!" I swing Soul forward and we give a battle cry in unison to finish Wes off in one last strike.

We reach the limit that I kick off into the air and lunge towards Wes. Our attack is stopped by Wes's bare hands, using black blood to stop our attack...Wes looks at us with the most deadliest stare. "You are truly annoying, my Witchy mother wouldn't have liked it!!"

Wes crushes the magical blade formed by Genie Hunter and my weapon falls to the ground hard, far from me. I gasp for breathe, *I-I don't think I can stay concious for long!* I sit up, clutching my wound from earlier. No good, I cough up black and red blood and I hear footsteps.

*No...Not him, make him stay away, somebody!* Wes lunges towards me with a long Black Axe and swings at me. I really am...just to weak. I shut my eyes and pray that I live....

"K-Kyaaa! Stay away!"