|
|
|
Vivo Per Lei
I live for her ~
__________________
She is his meister, and he is her weapon.
It is as simple as that, he answers curious questions when they catch a glimpse of the raised pink scar stretching wide across his middle, and they are always baffled by his gruff, simple answer. How could it be as simple as that? Not many people will risk death to save another- a mother for a child, a lover for a lover, maybe, but not a weapon for a meister. Right?
So he must love her, and maybe, maybe Soul really does love Maka.
Maybe he loves her and he hasn't discovered that, never noticed it. Maybe, maybe.
But she is his meister- she is the one who puts her own life on the line, her reputation and her blood and sweat and tears and agony, into his single goal- becoming the next Death Scythe, replacing her Papa to take his place at Shinigami-sama’s side.
And it's unfair to just expect to be wielded and killed for and cried over and cooked for (grudgingly, most of the time, since Soul always burns food that doesn't come in a cardboard box), without some repaying. Soul doesn't like being in debt to anyone, for anything. What could be less manly, owing someone?
And wasn't receiving a (hopefully) survivable blow at least a token of payment? Wasn't his spilt blood a symbol of appreciation? At least he thought so- and yet, tears. Tears of regret and pain and grief... For what? Why did Maka have to cry so damn easily? He wanted to tell her, no, she hadn't failed him, hadn't been too weak. But she would've cried anyway, and so he let her cry and tremble there, weak. Damnit.
Maybe he really did love her. Why else would he still be there?
Might it be her never-ending quest to make herself better, for his sake and her own?
Might it have been her temper, her winsome blonde ponytails that waved when she shook her head?
Why else would be picture her (yelling, smiling, doing homework with the quirk in her brow) when he was idly tapping the piano keys, and the song found itself to have a soft (gentle) melody?
Why.
Soul knows, the fact buried inside his heart, that deep, unreachable place that just knows, that he'll live and die for Maka’s sake. Without blinking an eye, he'll dive in front of her to save her from a hard blow he knows she'll not survive, her skinny little-girl self.
In an instant he'll go from human to scythe, scythe to human, a kind of wordless communication between him and his meister that transcends the spoken word and the hasty though.
He just knows.
__________________
( A/N: Hehe, another SoulxMaka fic! It was originally supposed to be BlackStarxTsubaki, but I found that Maka and Soul fit this phrase-prompt a little better than the former. XD;; Anyway ! I’m kind of proud of this fic, though it’s mostly useless rambling, it’s not all that bad!
OH! This was inspired by the beautiful song sung by Andrea Bocelli, and a few other women .. If you haven't heard of him, look up this duet on youtube! Right now! Listen to the ones he sings with Judy Weiss or Hayley Westenra; those inspired this drabble!
Reviews are love, thanks for reading, and have a fantasmic day! biggrin )
 men getting pregnant · Sat Mar 07, 2009 @ 06:50am · 0 Comments |
|
|
|
|
|
