Saint B. Kadmus
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"Hold still and let me examine you!", The nurse of the DWMA shouts at Soul, who keeps squirming to get to Maka on the other side of the curtain.
Mira Naigus, said to have taken over the nurse position after the DWMA's encounter with Medusa. I only know that because this weird school's students won't stop talking about it, although it seems it happened months ago. Her dark skin is almost completely wrapped in bandages, only her eyes and dreads snaking through to the outside. She seems simple. Loyal, but simple- with a weakening soul.
It was a fairly short walk from Himinbjorg to Death City. I carried BlackStar, and held Maka up with my free arm, which made me the receiver of striking glares from her weapon, Soul. I don't mind, I've dealt with worse than angst-ridden teenagers. It's a bit heartwarming that he cares so much for his meister. Back when I was young, it was the same way- The weapon, if taken care of properly, will die for his/her meister. That's how it's always been. There's a certain, almost unbreakable bond that forms and strengthens when a meister takes their weapon in.
"You did this! I'll kill you!", He screams, staring straight at me, his arm shifting into the blade of a scythe.
I roll my eyes, and walk towards the other side of the curtain. I'll let Mrs. Naigus deal with his careless threats and screaming. I stroll over to Maka's bedside, and sit in the chair beside her, the ruckus from Soul subsiding. I assume he was given some sort of sedative.
"Has she checked you out yet?", I ask, taking her hand in mine and tracing the scar, slowly healing in a dark golden crust.
"No, not yet", She smiles wearily, cautiously taking her hand back and setting it in her lap. "What is this stuff...?"
I don't want to alarm her- even though now is the time to panic. Surtr must be hot on my trail by now, sniffing out and being drawn magnetically to the blood. If I go back into hiding, he'll pursue Maka and kill her, or worse. I shiver at the thought, remembering the way his cold, clammy hands felt across my skin, his breath trickling down my spine. She notices- I guess I hadn't masked my expression very well- and gives me a reassuring smile.
"Whatever it is, I can take it. We'll figure out something."
She's so naive, it's almost charming. If she's killed by Surtr, I can take her weapon without doing any harm to her. Soul will want to avenge her, and will be completely willing to trade ownership. I'll finally avenge Freyr. It's a win-win situation.
Still, she'll have to die. Am I completely okay with letting an innocent girl die?
Perhaps.
"it's nothing to worry about. In the moment, I was just panicked", I wave my hand dismissively, chuckling a bit.
"Oh.. Alright..", She looks back down to her palm. Humans are so easily deceived. It's almost too easy. Still, there's a part of me that wonders why she looks so troubled.
"Alright", Mrs. Naigus appears, clapping her hands together and snaking towards Maka's bed. "Could you give us some privacy?", she glares at me with something more than suspicion, but I just nod.
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Maka Albarn
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Saint walks away, and Mrs. Naigus whips the privacy curtain shut. "What's with the ragged-looking kid you came in with? Did he do this?", She whispers, barely audibly.
"It was an accident!", I quickly say, waving my hands around defensively. "I didn't realize how powerful he was... It was stupid of me to use him anyways."
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I Don't Have a Meister...//SoulEater
FanfictionI was used to kill my meister, my true meister, The Norse God Freyr. I watched him die, I saw the betrayal in his eyes- and there was nothing I could do to stop it. After his death, found a place to hide out for centuries, regaining enough strength...
