Soul Eater Seven Minutes in Heaven Death The KidMore Like This
Lord Death called you to the center of the library where the large basket containing everyone's items is setting. Following his instructions, you placed your hand inside the large covered basket and began searching for an item. Something with a foamy texture and an odd shape gets your attention. You lift it out of the basket to see it's a foamy number eight with Velcro in the center. "Well, if this isn't just obvious, I don't know what is."
Death the Kid walked slowly and meticulously over to you. He took the item from your hand and held it close to his chest. "Perhaps you don't understand the significance of this item. Not only is it my favorite number, because it is perfectly symmetrical. It can also be divided perfectly. The Velcro in the center turns the one eight into two zero's, another symmetrical number. And this wonderful foamy material allows it to be kept clean easily. It's the perfect item."
"Okay then kiddo. That's enough now. Why don't you go ah
Soul's Memories: Valentine's DayMore Like This
~In the beginning, such as the first 10 episodes in the anime~
I looked over at the girl next to me, happy. Her ash blonde hair was in pigtails, her emerald eyes on what was in front of us. "Oi, Maka, do you know what day it is today?" I asked, a smile growing. 'What am I doing?' I asked myself. "Um…Valentine's-"She said, interrupted by me. I pulled away, a huge grin on my face. "It's Valentine's Day." I said, watching her face. It grew red quickly, making me feel both happy, and bad. 'Why did I do that?' I asked myself, about the same time Maka Maka-Chopped me. "What were you thinking, you bloody perv?!?!?" She yelled. "I was asking myself the same thing, Tiny-Tits! Lord Death, why can't you keep your cool for once instead of flying off the handle?!?!? That hurt…owww…" I yelled, angry that I got hurt for a Valentine's Day norm. I opened my mouth for more, when I saw Maka's expression. "Ah…aw, I'm sorry, Maka. I shouldn't have yelled. Sorry…" I said, looking away. "Hey, Soul?" She aske
The Truth at the Final MomentSlowly the blood drains from the wound; she is unable to stop it. In fact she isn't even conscious of the fact that they will very shortly bleed out. Weakly she tries to lift up her hand; there is something she must do. But the effort of lifting her hands is too much for her as her hand limply falls back down. Her vision is blurry, barely able to make out the figure in front of her; she knows that it is him. She needs to tell him something, she tries to open her mouth to speak, but her throat is parched. She sees his mouth moving frantically, but she cannot hear what he is saying. She feels his hands grasping her, pulling her upper body into his arms. She can feel him clinging to her; she smiles softly and sadly, for she knows that she will not make it through the day, but is glad she will die in his arms. She weakly tries to lift up her hand again, this time barely able to stroke her hanMore Like This