Your Soul Belongs to Me (Soul & Maka)

Chapter 16--Soul & Maka

Soul's Point of View

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I return to human form at Maka's side, looking at all the debris that has materialized in the room around us. I take her hand, knowing that now we're more connected than the black blood could ever separate.

We walk out of the practice room, she has a huge grin in her face, the nerves that I was sensing from her soul earlier now melted into pure ecstasy. The smile is contagious as I return it, cocking my head to the side. I wonder what she's thinking.

"Maka Albarn and Soul Evans, please report to Lord Death's quarters, please." It was Spirit's voice.

We walk toward another room with the mirror in the center, this one's brighter, his office, so to speak. Even if we never get to come face to face with Death.

Maka calls him, the mirror materializes him in front if us.

"Yo!" He said, his obnoxiously large hands folded in front if him. "Our last meeting was ended quite abruptly."

"Yes, sir, it was." Maka speaks, there is a happy edge in her voice, but her soul shakes with nerves all of a sudden.

"Aren't you glad you stayed, Maka?" Lord Death bounces up and down, leaning closer to the mirror.

"I am," she squeezes my hand. That, in turn, squeezes my heart.

"Like I've said previously, your two souls are the closest in resonance that the school has. Even Kidd, Patty, and Liz are second to you two." Why are we here? I ask myself. "Being so, I have made the executive decision to send you after Calypso; your father, Maka, would never agree, but it's the best chance we have to defeat her."

"But, Lord Death--" I start, I'm cut off by Maka and a severe gripping pain in my chest.

"Right!" Maka says... Cheerfully? Why is she happy? Why is she happy? She should be terrified.

I shove my hands deep into my pockets; I just almost lost her, I'm not willing to do it again.

Death looks at me, almost questioningly, he doesn't understand why I don't want my witch's soul. One closer to becoming a Death Scythe, one closer to leaving Maka without a weapon.

I shake my head, "We need more time to train."

"I hardly think that's correct," Maka says. Giving me an angry look, I return it.

"We need to get on top of it," Death says. "But I can give you till the end if the week to prepare."

I bow, "Thank you, Lord Death." I turn on my heel and briskly walk out, I'm seething in my anger. I can't lose her again, it won't be so easy to get her out this time. What if she dies instantly rather than falling into the deep sleep again? I can't be without that girl, I love her.

My Meister...

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Maka's Point of View

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What is his problem?! My brain shrieks, causing a shot of pain. I see red from my anger, we get to help him become a Death Scythe! Why can't he just let me test myself?

"What is your problem?" I literally yell in his face.

He levels with me, "You could die, Maka!"

"But I won't, I'm going to be stronger this time." I defend, my voice softens involuntarily as my heart surges with love.

"What if you're not?" His voice softens in turn, reaching for my hand. "I can't lose you again."

"You didn't lose me the first time."

"But I could have," he sighs.

"Listen," I say softly, placing a hand gingerly on his cheek. "We can train some more and come to a conclusion later, why don't we relax tonight? We could go on a date?" I suggest, he shakes his head. "Maybe hang out with the rest of the group?"

He sighs again, "I'm not in the mood to see everyone." He shrugs, "But because I'm the cool guy I have to keep up my appearances."

I grin in relief, "Let's set something up."

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Ooooooh, what's going to happen?

Only I will know, until next time!

Love you!(;

-C