Run Away, But I Won't Follow [Soma Fanfic Soul X Maka]

Chapter Twenty

Soul's POV - 

The next few seconds happen as if they are in slow motion. My hand loosens its grip all the way, and I watch as the girl I just punched falls to the ground. My knees buckle, yet my body won't move. I watch in horror as the girl lay on the floor, choking and gasping for air and clutching her stomach tightly.

"Maka."

I notice that no one has stood up from their seats, and they're all just looking at me in shock at what I have just done. To be honest, so am I. The girl still lies on her side, gripping the floor with all her might for some oxygen, water, anything. I don't know what to do. Nobody else has just experienced what I have just experienced. I have just exprienced the impossible, yet it has happened right before my eyes. Her hood is still down, so nobody can see her face. The only person who saw her face was me, yet I wish I hadn't. When I looked into those beautiful, green orbs of hers, all I saw was fear, hurt. I just can't believe what I've just done. How could I have been so stupid?  I realize nobody has made a move to help her yet, but my mind isn't registering anything seriously. It still feels like I'm in a nightmare. It has to be a nightmare. But no matter how many times I pinch myself I don't wake up.. This is insane. No. I'm insane. 

Maka's POV - 

I'm in shock .That's the first thing. I clutch my stomach tightly, and I realize that at least two ribs are broken. I groan in pain. Damnit, Soul! I gasp for air, searching for water or something. My breathing is shallow and my head hurts, probably from where Soul just dropped me. I bring my hand up to my head, and pull it away, finding my fingers covered in crimson. Great. 

Nobody has moved, not even Soul. His eyes are wide with shock, regret, despair. I realize that that's why he dropped me. He must have seen my face. I'm still lying on the floor, bleeding out through my mouth as I cough. God, this is bad. 

My hand is now covering my mouth, almost covered in blood as I continue to cough. I've never showed weakness since I came here, but now, I have. I look weak, right now. I manage to get up on my knees, and try to restrain from coughing. Damnit, there's gotta be some internal bleeding in my body somewhere.  I slowly get up to my feet, one of my legs bednding over to keep the pain in my stomach from getting worse. 

"No."

I say, replying to what he said before. I decide whether or not to walk away, but then decide on punching him back. My fist swings at his cheek, and makes a large red mark when it makes contact. All Soul does is bring his hand up to his cheek, and I can see tears brimming his eyelids.

"Never." 

And with that, I start to limp away. 

 Soul's POV -

 I can't believe it. I won't believe it. It's not believable. I grasp my head in my hands and pull at my hair tightly, my skull screaming in pain. No. No! I crumple to the ground, my knees aching as they make contact with the floor. No...

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I now sit in the middle of class again, but no matter how hard I try, I just can't concentrate. How could I not have realized this sooner? How could this even be possible? This can't be true! It has to be a coincidence! Maka would tell me if she was still alive, right? I'm once again clutching my head, trying to stop myself from going even more insane. 

I hear the sounds of chairs screeching and voices shouting, but they all sound as though they're being muffled by a pillow. My mind has almost completely shut down, and I feel hollow. What's going on?  I feel a set of arms brush my shoulders, and sturn my head to see Tsubaki sitting next to me with a warm, concerned look on her face. "What's wrong." I don't answer. I'm still in the world of Deja-Vu. 

My face contorts and I start to cry, a single tear rolling down my cheek. My nose is scrunched up and red, and my eyes start to gush a waterfall. What is wrong with me? All of my friends sit beside me in a state of confusion, and frankly, I'm confused as hell. I don't know why I'm crying, because I'm not sad. I don't know what I am. Shocked, maybe? No, not even that. 

My head is spinning like a top and I just don't know what to do. I can't even decide which is my left or right hand. I don't know where I am, and I can feel my body go numb as I go into a state of panic. Maka... Is she alive? Or... No. She can't be, can she? It just has to be a scary coincidence.. A very scary, realistic coincidence. No, there's no way in hell this could be a coincidence. It's got to be true. It just has to be. 

I clutch the gloves in my hand even harder - I haven't let go of them all day, not even to punch.. her. I feel someones hand graze one of mine, and then the smooth slide of fabric being torn from my grip.

"No!"

I shout, gripping the gloves even harder above my head. Kid has got one of the gloves in his hands, pulling and tugging at it. Eventually though, I release my iron grip and concede. He wins. I don't care anymore.

I lean over and press my head against the desk of the classroom. I realize only just now that the period has ended, that school is over. Kid is still holding one of Maka's gloves. He probably thinks I've gone insane. I don't blame him. I mean, I'm freaking out over a dead girl again. The same dead girl.

"Soul. I think I know what this is about."

Kid says. I don't answer. 

All I can process is the color of those deep green eyes, the cute nose. The wavy, sandy blond hair. Maka.

"Why did you drop Aika today?"

Tsubaki asks, catching on that it obviously has something to do with this.

"I don't know."

I say. I clutch the glove in my hand even more, not wanting to part with it. I know that it sounds pitiful, and definetly un-cool, but I just can't help it. I hope and pray that what I saw is just a hallucination.  I don't know....

Maka's POV - 

I'm lying on my apartment couch, clutching at my stomach once again. After lunch, I managed to make it back here. Although I will admit there were a few blood spills along the way. There's blood covering my mouth where I've coughed, and an extremely nasty bruise covering my left side. I look at the colors of deep purple and red, blue and green. All mixed in to make the extremely painful injury. Life is good, Life is great. Bullshit. Wrapped tightly around my head is a bandage, which is mostly covered in blood. When Soul dropped me, my head hit a table. I was fortunate to have painkillers in the house, but that wasn't enough. I bite my lip in pain once again as a shooting pain goes up my left side once more. I start coughing again. Well, this should be fun. 

Soul... He saw my face, right? Is that why he dropped me? I don't know. I hope and pray that he didn't see my face, but it's most likely that he did. Great. I put my hand to my forehead, feeling the warm temperature against my skin. Now I have a fever. Things couldn't get any worse.