+Comatose+

                            Comatose
Soul's POV

"I hate feeling like this… So tired of trying to fight this…"

Yup! It's me the one and only 'cool' guy around! Every since I became Death Scythe I've gotten more respect then I ever did. Not to mention some girls starting a 'Death Scythe-kun Fan club'. Really I think that's just stupid…

I kinda enjoy the girls fighting over me but for some reason I feel as though some one is missing. I don't know but I feel a bit of hurt. I haven't seen my precious meister Maka. We have been apart for so long. Right after we had saved Kid from being taken over by Noah's book, I never got to see her after that.

"I'm asleep and all I dream of is waking to you…"

I always wondered where she had gone too. So I just decided to go look for her. I walked through the dark alleys of Death City. I looked inside every bookstore, every library. But she wasn't in there. I began to get worried. What could have happened to Maka? Where could she have gone to?

Maka's POV:

"Tell me that you will listen. Your touch is what I'm missing. And the more I hide I realized I'm slowly losing you…"

I don't know why but I just have the urge to keep running away. I just don't want to be seen with him. I don't want to keep getting hurt, but I want him to enjoy his time being famous and all. I thought turning him to a death scythe would make things better. But sadly all I got was get bullied by the stupid fan girls telling me to leave my weapon.

"Comatose. I'll never wake up without an overdose of you…"

I went to father's apartment because I knew Soul would be coming to look for me after his Death Scythe training classes. It wasn't that bad. My father wasn't home so it was nice and quiet. I lay down on the couch hugging my shoulders. I felt comatose. Everything was numb. I had bruises on my arms and legs.

"Those fucking bitches…" I hissed behind my teeth. Quickly I had fallen asleep. Not wanting to think of my best friend.

"I don't wanna live. I don't wanna breathe. 'Les I feel you next to me, you take the pain I feel.

I just felt like dying. As much as I tried hard not to think of him, images of Soul popped to my head. I couldn't take it. Being away from him for so long made me feel guilty in a way. Suddenly I woke up to find some one sitting next to me. My eyes widened. "What the-?"
  
Soul's POV:

"Waking up to you never felt so real…"

"Soul!?" She had gasped as she quickly got up to stand.

"What are you doing here!?" She looked at me, her face horrified. I wondered why she was so afraid to see me. I thought she would be happy or something.

"I was worried because you weren't at the apartment so I assumed you were probably here. Where have you been all this time?"

"How did you get in? All the doors were locked."

"I have my ways of getting in places; now tell me where you have been?" She didn't look at me. I saw her eyes narrow, turning horrified to depressed.


Maka's POV:

"I don't wanna sleep. I don't wanna dream. 'Cause my dreams don't comfort me the way you make me feel. Waking up to you never felt so real…"

"Soul I…" I looked up to him, then back down to my feet. I couldn't tell him why I was gone all this time. If I did, he'd go to all those girls and start huge argument of why they had abused me. I wouldn't mind but they would just attack me even more then ever. I want to fight back but I just can't…

"Maka…" I looked up at him again. He was waiting for an answer. I didn't know what to say.

"Soul I've missed you." was the first thing that had popped to my head. So that's all I could think of at the moment. I truly did miss him. But he just gave me a confused look.

"I hate living with out you. Dead wrong to ever doubt you…"

"What?" was all he had said.  And all I did was give him a fake smile. He frowned. I'm guessing he knows I'm lying.

"Yup! It's been a while hasn't it? With you taking all those classes and working a lot-"

"Classes? I don't have any 'classes' but one. And it's only an two hours a day." He had interrupted me. I didn't know what else to say. So I just fell to the floor.

"But my demons lay in waiting. Tempting me away…"

He sat next to me. Still worried and confused of what might be wrong with me. Those girls are so lucky I'm not ready to tell him or he'll get some one to kick their ass for him. But they're the ones holding me back from seeing Soul at all.

Soul had noticed the bruises on my shoulders. 'Damn it! I forgot I was wearing a spaghetti string shirt!!' I thought to myself freaking out inside of what he might ask about it.

"Maka you know you have bruises right?" Crap! I won't tell him! I won't tell him! I just can't!

"Umm… yea. I got it when I was helping my dad move some… uh… some furniture!" I'm such a dumbass. I knew he wouldn't believe me.

"Oh! How I adore you. Oh! How I thirst for you. Oh! How I need you."


"Really?" Soul said as he got to his knees.

"But there is more on your lags and knees. Maka what's going on?" I didn't answer.

"Is your dad abusing you? 'Cause if he is I swear I'll kill him!" He got up yelling while he clenched his fists hard and tight.

"NO! NO he's not! Don't worry! Please, I'm ok!" Damn this was going nowhere.

"Soul please, just go home I have to spend the night here for family reasons."
Now he was just mad. He's probably thinking what the fuck am I saying or something.

"No. I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong. I'm your fucking weapon for Shinigami's sake! I need to know if something happened to you or some one did something to you!" Soul was furious now. To tell the truth, I'm a little scared of him right now.

But hearing him say that made me feel a little bit relived in a way. Next thing I know I'm lightly hugging him.

"Thank you Soul." I backed away and gave him a warm smile. "No need to worry. I'll be ok. Ok? Now go already if my dad see's us alone here he'll freak out."

He just stared back at me. Then he sighed. "Fine, but if I don't see you at school tomorrow, Imma come looking for you again." I then lightly laughed.

"Ok bye Soul." I waved at him as he walked away towards the door. I fell to the floor again once I hard the door close. My arms, shoulders, and legs hurt like hell. But I some how got used to it.

"Comatose. I'll never wake up without an overdose of you…"