I might of said this before but this story takes place after the battle with the kishin in the anime. Please ask questions if naything I'm saying doesn't make sense :)
Maka, we have to go!" Now!" said Soul, trying to encourage Maka to regain movement back in her feet.
However, Maka knew that asking her father to spend a weekend with her would be easier than moving at this point. Maka slowly tried moving her feet, centimeters at a time, in an attempt to move towards the church. Right. Left. Right. Left. She repeated these words in her head as if she was learning to walk all over again.
As the two descended the stairway of the building to reach the street, where Soul's scooter was, they both tried to grasp what had just happened.
First about 50 souls. Then no souls. Then one soul. No souls. 50 souls. One soul. 50 souls. No souls.
Neither wanted to believe the fact that 50 souls just vanished into thin air. And they especially didn't want to admit that the last soul Maka felt was Crona's.
When the two finally reached the ground, Soul took Mama's hand.
"Maka. Listen to me!"
Maka turned her head towards Soul.
"What?"
Soul took a deep breath and continued.
"There's no way to say it to you easy. So I'm just going to be straight with you. Crona's most likely on the edge of becoming a kishin. You know Crona better than anyone else and you probably knows what she's feeling right now."
Maka nodded her head. "Yeah. Knowing her and everything she's gone through, she would want her last moments to be in a place that means the most to her. The place where we first met all those years ago."
"Exactly. And the only people that could possibly help her out right now are Ms.Marie, Kid, and you. The only three people that actually took the time to fully understand her. Kid's in the hospital right now and Ms.Marie is who knows where right now. Even if we knew where she was, we wouldn't have time to go find her and explain what's going on. You're the only one that can talk some sense into her and save her right now. Sure, we're all friends but it's meaningless if it doesn't come from someone who she knows won't lie to her and tell it to her straightforward. You're the only one that can do this Maka!"
Soul pulled Maka into a hug and embraced her as if she would disappear.
I understand you're scared. But can't you see Maka? So am I. Can't you feel my arms shaking? There's no denying that Crona's strong. That means that if the situation calls where we have to fight her, we'll have to fight with all of our strength. No holding back."
Soul sighed and paused and almost couldn't belive that he was going to continue with what he was going to say. But Maka needed to hear it.
"The situation might even call for us to kill Crona."
Now he had her full attention. Maka struggled to get out of Soul's grasp. She couldn't believe what Soul was saying to her. There was no way that either of them could ever kill Crona.
By now, both Soul and Maka had tears rolling down their faces. Ever since Crona came into their lives, everyone had learned to look at life just a little differently. Tsubaki learned that there's always a reason to smile. Patty learned that you always have friends (both real and imaginary) that love you. Liz learned that everyone (even herself) had room for improvement. Even BlackStar learned (to a degree) that being on top isn't any fun if you're alone. Kid learned the most. He learned that it's okay to open your heart to others and to let people see your weaknesses. But most importantly, he learned how to fall in love for the first time. In the short time that Crona had attented the DWMA, she had not only taught others to be more accepting, but also how to accept herself.
Wiped the tears on her eyes with her gloves and jumped on the back of Soul's scooter.
"Sorry about that Soul. I got a little distracted there for a second. Come on. Let's go get Crona back."
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The ride to the church was short. About 5 minutes or so. Maka and Soul walked up the stairs leading to the giant doors of the church. They hadn't been back since that first night. The first time they met Crona. Maka held on the brass handle of the door.
"Ready?" asked Soul.
Maka took a deep breath.
"Yeah. Let's go."
Maka held out her other hand. They had done this routine dozens of times before. Soul immediately turned into a scythe and Maka gave her signature scythe spin before opening the doors.
As the duo entered the church, Maka cautiously looked around the room or the familiar pink hair. She walked further down the aisle and countinued to search the benches.
"Can you see her?"
"Not yet. But she's close. It's surrounded by all this dark energy and it's faint, but I can still feel her soul nearby."
Maka searched the entire church but couldn't find any sign of Crona. After Maka had made sure everything was safe, Soul turned back into his human form.
"Any luck?"
Maka shook her head in defeat.
"None at all."
Soul ran his hands through his hair and leaned on the podium. "Where do you think she might have gone?"
"I don't know. I could have sworn she was here just a few minutes ago."
Soul kept running his hands through his hair. He picked up the book that was resting on the podium and flipped through it. A few pages were written with notes about something called "alchemy" and "human transmutations".
Soul closed the book and decided it would be best to the place the book in the bookshelf with the others.
Right when he placed the book, he hard the sound of a door sliding open. He looked around the room to see if anything had changed, but it didn't. He looked at Maka to see if she noticed anything but it looked like she was more focused on the red velvet book she was reading.
"Well, she is carrying around a bunch of souls. She couldn't have gone far. Let's stop wasting time here and search somewhere else,"said Soul.
"AHHHHHHHHH!"
They both looked around the room when they heard the scream of what sounded like a young woman.
'What was that?" asked Maka.
"I don't know. I think it came from the roof," said Soul with his head towards the ceiling.
"That's not possible. There's no stairs that lead you to the roof." She scanned the room one more time.
When she saw the entry way to a flight of stairs, she had to do a double take.
"Soul," said Maka, tapping her partner on his shoulder, "Are you sure we checked every inch of the church?"
"Yeah. I'm pretty sure."
"Every inch?"
"Yeah why?"
Soul finally turned around and looked in the direction that his partner was facing.
They both noticed the flight of stairs that wasn't there before.
"Do you think they lead to the roof?" asked Soul.
"I don't know," replied Maka as she extended her arm cueing Soul to transform into a scythe, "but we're gonna find out."
After Soul was in Maka's hand.
"Ready?" asked Soul.
"Ready."
They didn't know how long it was going to take toface the problem that awaited them on the roof.
Or whether or not they would make it back alive.
So this story might actually be longer than I thought it was going to be. It was supposed to end within the next 2 chapters, but then I thought about some ideas for the next chapter and I couldn't control myself (/.\) FORGIVE ME!!!! I know I update slow and the chapters aren't realy long but thank you to all the people who supported my story and favorited and I even noticed that people added this story to their reading list.So thank you soooo much for that. I love you guys and hope you all will continue to support me in the rest of this story and the stories yet to come. :-)