Chibi: This was inspired by the song Lucy by Skillet, at 4am. I was in a depressed mood 'cause I got in a fight with one of my best friends. Dark-RoseMarrie almost cried just hearing the plotline. Love you my little flower! 3
I Remember Your Name
As he walked through the damp mud, the chilling air of the cemetery sunk into Soul Evans's bones. It began to weigh him down as he got closer and closer to his goal.
Hey Lucy, I remember your name
In his hand, he held a bouquet of red roses. They reminded him of her, vicious and deadly to the outsider, yet sweet and beautiful to those who saw past the bud, to whoever treated her right. He finally reached the cold concrete stone, and set the flowers down.
I left a dozen roses on your grave today
He bent down, wiping away fallen leaves from the oak tree—oak; strong like her—so that the name, forever trapped in marble, frozen in time, was shown.
I'm in the grass, on my knees, wipe the leaves away
Maka Albarn.
Soul stood up, putting his hands in his black jacket pockets. He sighed, looking up at the rapidly graying sky.
"Um...hey…what's going' on…?" He got out past the clenching muscles in his throat.
I just came to talk for a while, got some things I need to say
The demon scythe sat down, listening to the crunch of grass under his weight. He closed his red eyes; he let his mind begin to drift on the past memories with his former meister.
"I miss you…a lot…You were my meister, my best friend. We connected on a level…that…no one else did…not even me and Black Star. I…" Soul smiled sadly to himself. "I wish I could see you again."
Now that it's over I just wanna hold her I'd give up all the world to see that little piece of Heaven lookin' back at me
"I…I know that it's my fault…that you…didn't stay….and..if you hadn't left…you…you might still be here…with us…with me…" Soul's voice began to crack.
Now that it's over I just wanna hold her I've gotta live with the choices I made and I can't live with myself today
"I brought you something…'cause…ya'know…yeah…" He reached into a small black backpack. "We made this for you…It's like a yearbook. We all said what we think of you…and…why we love you…" he set the small black leather book down, with the words "Like No Other" written in perfect script. "Tsubaki made the cover..." He stood again, shaking his head. He laughed, somewhat bitterly.
Hey Lucy I remembered your birthday
"Blair's tryin' to hook up with me…but I'm still not ready to move on…they're all tellin' me it's not healthy to still love you, but it's so not cool to be with someone when you love someone else…'cause…I did…do…love you….Maka…" He could finally say her name.
They said it'd bring some closure to say your name
"I…I regret…fighting with you so much…it…it wasn't cool…If I could change it now, we'd be so different. I'd buy you the world's biggest library if I could…full of paperback books of course…"
I know I'd do it all different if I had the chance
"…but it's too late…and I know that…the only thing I can do now is give you the most beautiful things I can think of…even though they won't fix anything…"
But all I got are these roses to give and they can't help me make amends
Soul's mind wandered back, to one of the most prominent memories in his mind: the first, last, and only time that he and Maka made love.
"Are you sure you're ready for this, Maka?" Soul asked for the millionth time as he slid his hand nervously up and down Maka's thighs.
"Of course, Soul…I love you…" Her voice sounded confident, but the panic in her eyes gave away her true feelings.
"Alright, babe, if you say so…'cause rape is so not cool." His smirk sent sparks all through her body. He bent down, and kisses her with such passion that she pulled away.
"Are you sure you're really Soul?" She asked breathelessly. Soul pouted at her, and his hand slid up to her most private place, brushing her womanhood lightly. She gasped.
"Of course I am..." He whispered.
The rest of the night was filled with hot, sweaty sparks, whispered nothings, promises to be together forever, amoung i love yous and stolen kisses.
Now that its over I just wanna hold her I'd give up all the world to see that little piece of Heaven lookin' back at me
Now that it's over I just wanna hold her I've gotta live with the choices I made and I can't live with myself today
Soul quietly drove down the road, to the smallmakeshift home, Weapon Meister Motel. The place that sent sparks of rage through Soul's body,that made his heart feel like it was being ripped in two.
The place where Maka died.
He walked inside, ignoring the rain.
"Rain…rain….it was raining when she died…" Soul thought as he stepped into the small motel. He could sense it; the horrible kishin the still lingered, still stayed, even after killing Maka.
"It's fuckin' taunting me" Soul grolwed to himself. He sulcked down the hallway, to the lest door on the left.
Room 13.
The room of death.
As the weapon pushed open the door, he caught sight of something that froze his body. There, on the bed, sat the kishin, tearing apart a black trenchcoat.
Maka's black trenchcoat.
Soul growled, a low sound that ripped through his chest. No one touches his Maka's property. He charged the kishin, arm in weapon form, and slashed. The kishin jumped back just in time, sending Maka's coat flying. Soul ran forward and caught it, staring into its blackness.
It was the closest thing he'd had to Maka in 3 years.
Here we are, now you're in my arms, I never wanted anything so bad
The kishin's cold laugh filled Soul's ears, tearing him from his Maka-filled dream land. His red eyes glared at the horrible being in front of him.
"You think this is funny, you sick fucker? We'll see who's laughing when your soul's sliding down my throat!" Soul charged again, tackling the kishin, who cackled evily as he was pinned.
"It's your fault that stupid little girl is dead! She left herself open!" Soul slashed the kishin's throat open, swallowing the soul. But his stomach was hollow. He flopped back on the bed, starting almost lifelessly as he thought back to Maka's birthday, 3 years ago.
"How could you do this to me?" Maka screamed at the white-haired boy. "After all this time, what you never felt was real?"
"Maka! No! Of course it was real, Blair just wants me to herself! Maka, please believe me!" Soul pleaded as he ran after the crying blonde.
"Just leave me alone, Soul!" She ran out of their dorm, with the demon scythe still behind her.
"Cool guys don't let the girls they love run off crying!" It was too late. Maka was in her ca, driving quickly down the road. About 5 miles later, Maka was lost and confused. She looked around, and a small hotel caught her eyes.
She didn't see the orange motercycle behind her, or the dark shadow that passed over the window.
"How could I let this happen to me?" She sniffeled as she stalked into the muddy-brown building, Soul still silently following behind her.
But by the time he caught up to her, she was a bloody heap on the floor, and he collapsed from a blow to the head.
He opened his eyes, wiping away tears that he wasn't aware were falling.
"God DAMMNIT!" He sat up, and punched the wall behind him. "I was so stupid….I could've saved her…"
Here we are, for a brand new start, given the life that we could've had
Soul walked to the piano in the main lobby, sat down, clicked the tape recorder in his hand, and began to play a soft melody, with words popping into his mind, which came out in a harmony to the piano music.
Me and Lucy, walkin' hand in hand; Me and Lucy, never wanna end
Just another moment in your eyes, I'll see you in another life
In Heaven; where we never say good-bye
A Sudden though popped into Soul's mind when he finished the song. He stood, picking up the tape recorder, and walked back into room 13. He tore a sleeve from Maka's cout, and hung in from the fan. He scribbeled a quick note on to a nearby notepad, and stuck it in the coat pocket.
Here we are now you're in my arms Here we are for a bran new start got to live with the choices I've made and I can't live with myself today
Me and Lucy walkin' hand in hand, me and Lucy never wanna end
Got to Live with the choices I've made
With the piano playing softly on the tape recorded, Soul wraped the sleeve around his neck, and jumped from the nightstand, forever reuniting himself with Maka.
And on the notepad, in shaky handwriting, on tear- soaked paper, was 7 words.
"And I can't live with myself today"
Hey Lucy, I remember your name.