SoMa One-Shots

When Death Comes Knocking part 2

No matter what she did he plagued her thoughts.
Maka angrily put the last scroll on the shelf-in it's correct spot- and turned to glare at the wooden door behind her. The lazy white-haired Grimm Reaper, employed to the God of Death himself, was late getting home. Maka huffed and stomped down the wooden step stool placed at the bottom of a tall bookshelf. Every Grimm reaper was given a scroll every year of names and dates of the souls said to move on in their district. Soul's district is Death City and the surrounding desert. Each reaper is in charge of not only collecting and sending the souls of those deceased to the God of Death; but to end the trail of blood from those who have gone astray. Those who died too early or those who lived a life of evil. Like most cities, Death City has many cases of both. Soul had moved to Nevada from London 25 years ago, Lord Death had deemed him capable of such a city after (according to Soul) "many long years of service". Soul had made a bet that if she was able to help him preform witch hunter at their next job. When a glowing rainbow blade had arced across the night sky he had mumbled something about having his soul reaped during the 1870s.
The blonde ghost shook her head, "It doesn't matter how old he is! He promised he would be home before sun rise!" Taking one last look at the scrolls stacked neatly on the wooden shelfs, now in chronological order, she walked out of the record room. Soul's "house" was its own space in the "afterlife". It's complicated so Maka had decided to take it slow and try not to think about it all at once. Still it's hard not to think about it as she walks down the hallway lighted with floating blue flames. How was the lighting still normal? Curling herself in a soft blanket she took a seat on the black leather couch closest to the door.
The door that would open anywhere to Soul's will. A door that will only open for its creator himself. But not for her.
Maka can control some of the items in his threshold; she found the more she gave him the more she was given in return. A smile that started at the thought of her developments, fell as so as it came. Like the door, there were some things Soul had to lock up tight, things Soul says could permanently damage her soul, things that he wouldn't be able to fix.
But she was getting stronger.
That was a fact both of them knew but didn't speak about. The blonde had figured it out one night when she had to go to the bathroom- located down the hall- and was cursing her magical roommate for the lack of light switches. After her foot kicked another inanimate object, her temper had flared: causing her mind to screech 'I mean what's the harm in having some damn light once and a while?!' Apparently she willed for light a bit too hard because all of the candles in existence blazed to life. The sudden onslaught of blinding white light startled her and Soul; whose door was blasted off its hinges and into the living room shortly followed by a frazzled Grimm reaper with a wicked bed head and a sheet still wrapped his leg.
Maka turned to narrow her eyes at the nearest candle as a test; the flame started glow brighter and climb a little higher. She smiled at the sudden brightness that filled the room only to realize it wasn't the blue candle, but the sun. This space didn't have the actual sun- soul hated the star- but he created one window to show into the city just so she could feel a bit more at home.
That was the last straw. The ghost threw all reason out the window and threw the blanket off her lap, stalking over the door and fiercely gripped the handle. The door's handle wouldn't even turn! Not even yanking it would make it budge!
"Come on! Soul needs me! I know he does!!" She put her foot up on the door frame putting more of her energy into it.
"He locked me in here to protect me but who's protecting him!" She cringed at the sound of her voice cracking. Maka cared more for the aloof Soul Eater than she would admit. It was a lot more than one should like her 'killer'. Getting no farther then rattling the actual door itself, she thumped her forehead against the stained wood.
"Please," she whispered, "I just...want to be with him." Maka felt something click, something slide into place, her soul suddenly felt whole.
She took a deep breath and placed her hand on the door knob; barley holding concentration after it easily turned. Letting out the breath, she said,
"Take me to the Grimm Reaper: Soul Eater."