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Tortured, Not Broken	By : MissPrettyKitti Category: +S to Z > Soul Eater Views: 4346 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Soul Eater is not mine...sadly, and I do not profit from this story

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Soul Eater is not mine (I wish). Also, this is my first fanfic so please keep that in mind. Thanks everyone for taking the time to read it.

Tortured, Not Broken

Chapter One

            The smell of dust and old paper filled her nose. She looked around to see she was in the special room within her soul. Bookshelves lined the walls of the circular room from ceiling to floor brimming with books on every subject. As she walked down the hall noticed the white marble floors with the gold designs that led to the center of the room. Two fluffy white armchairs just begging to be sat upon and a table between them holding the book she was currently reading caught her attention. Off to the right was a white grand piano that reminded her of him. She smiled to herself realizing the boy affected her this deeply.

            The girl walked to the armchair plopping down while grabbing the book. Peace seeped into her being as she settled comfortably into the chair. As she began to read, she detected something was scurrying down the hall to the left. She dismissed it as her imagination at first, but it caught her attention for a second time. Looking down the hall she could not see anything, for it was pitch black. She put her book down on the arm of the chair and went to investigate. “Hello?” she called.

            She crept down the hall as her heart began to pound. Something was out of place; she could feel it in her bones. Slowly the floor changed into dark water that rippled at the touch of her feet as she wandered aimlessly trying to figure out how and where this place came from. This was not part of her soul and she felt almost violated that it was here in the first place. She stared at the water below her feet and saw images flickering beneath the surface. The depths underneath her seemed infinite.

            The images moved too fast for her to catch the details of a single one of them. A noise somehow familiar to her reached her ears. She looked around her, but could not decipher which direction it came from. She stood still straining to hear it again. Somehow she knew that was the ticket out of this place that was not hers. Silence once again engulfed her, leaving her almost breathless. The water to her right bubbled up as a ghostly hand broke through the surface to reach for her ankle. The girl screamed and stumbled backwards.

            “AAAAKKKKAAA!!!!”

            The girl’s head snapped up at the piercing voice. Above her a blinding light surrounded where she stood. She was so distracted by the appearance of the light that she forgot about the hand in the water and only remembered as it grabbed her ankle. Her foot sank into the dark water and images flipped behind her eyelids. Feelings of madness began to overwhelm her as she forgot to fight off the hand. Suddenly, she didn’t want to leave this place. She wanted to join the hand beneath the surface.

            Another hand reached from the light and grasped the girl’s outreached hand. As she was dragged up from the waters into the light the ghostly hand burned the skin of her ankle. The girl cried out and was ripped through the light on to the other side. She was assaulted with many scents and the sound of dark laughter. The scene was much different from where she was before. She blinked a few times to clear her vision. “MAKA!!” someone cried.

            Maka’s heart clenched at the sound of that cry. She wondered for a moment what was going on until it all came flooding in a head splitting rush. Soul and she had been on a mission that should have been an easy one to complete. Soul was a death scythe now and she was a seasoned meister. It was going well until they were cornered and out-numbered by the enemy. The witch leading the attack had cast a cloud of confusion which seemed ineffective to Maka, but Soul had transformed back from his weapon form; leaving them defenseless. Another enemy raised a blow dart gun and shot them. They instantly felt the effects of the drugged tips of the darts. They heard the witch laughing as their world’s faded to black.

            Slowly, her vision cleared and the realization that she was chained up with her arms above her head. She could feel the skin being rubbed raw at her wrist which meant she had been this way fro a while. Maka did an internal check to find she had some bruised ribs, but was over all okay. Her usual black coat lay on the floor in front of her. Her eyes traveled up from the floor and locked onto a pair of crimson ones. Her breath caught. “Maka” he breathed with panic clear in his eyes.

            Suddenly, her world swam with color as a breathtaking pain erupted in her stomach. She coughed and saw her blood decorate the floor in splatters. Looking in the direction of the assault to see a man with a full face mask, no shirt and rippling muscles. He looked like an executioner from a movie. The pain erased the last remains of fog from her mind and fury took its place. Maka rolled her eyes and said, “You can’t at least be a little original with your wardrobe.”

            He looked like he was choking as his face turned a deep purple from anger. He took a deep breath and replied with, “When are you going to just give up and tell us what we want to know?”

            Maka coughed again, but this time she spit the blood in her mouth onto his shoe. “Bite me!” she answered.

            The man backhanded her as Soul yelled, “Maka! Don’t say something stupid!”

            Soul was looking a little worse for wear as his hair was stuck up in odder angles than usual and his eyes seemed filled with a hopeless panic. Maka tried to smile to show him that she was fine, but her whole body throbbed with pain so the smile never quite reached to her eyes. She was just glad to see that he was not hurt. She could not bare it if he was hurt because of her again. “You should listen to your partner or else we will just find other ways to torture you,” the man said.

            “Don’t even think about it!” growled Soul.

            Maka seemed confused by the statement the man had made and was distracted by Soul’s outburst that she did not see the man draw out a knife. He slapped the side of the blade on his forearm which caught both their attentions. Soul looked as though he was going to jump through the bars and strangle the man. Maka’s eyes widened at the thought of being sliced open. She took a deep breath and steeled her nerves against the inevitable. She had been sliced up before during battles before. “Just tell us where the boy is and all this stops,” the man said.

            “No way in hell!” Maka growled.

            “You are a strong one, I must say. Usually my victims break two days into this and I do believe this is day three for you, but trust me, you’ll break,” the man said with pleasure in his voice.

            “HA! Bring it on! I will not betray my friends!” screamed Maka.

            “Oh well, then maybe we can get it out of you with a pound of flesh. Where should we start?” giggled the man.

            The man chuckled and brought the knife to the top of her sternum, tearing into the fabric of Maka’s button-down shirt. Once again, Maka was confused for that was an unusual starting point for cutting someone. “Don’t you fucking dare!” yelled Soul.

            The man turned his head towards Soul with madness plain in his eyes. “Stop your yelling! Besides, what are you going to do about it, kid? You’re stuck in there,” taunted the man.

            Soul transformed his arm into a scythe and began slicing at the bars of his prison. He knew it was no good because he had been doing it for three days now. He just couldn’t stand by and watch as Maka was hurt. “Save your strength, Soul!” Maka cried.

            With that commotion the man yanked down with the blade. Maka bit her lip expecting a sharp pain, but felt none. She peaked an eye open and saw that he cut through her whole top, sweater and all. “NO!!” she screamed.

            Ribbons of bandage wrap slowly unraveled around her chest. The comfortable pressure of it released and Maka began to blush. The wrap feel to the floor as the two halves of her shirt and sweater gaped open. “I’ve seen enough woman warriors to know when they are hiding something, but as you are a teenager I don’t understand why you are hiding these beauties?” the man questioned.

            Maka got over her embarrassment and glared at the man. “It’s none of your fucking business,” growled Maka as she gritted her teeth.

            Soul just stared as a nosebleed began to drip down his face. The exposed skin in question was graced with two well-developed breasts. Their nipples were colored pink and hard from being released from their confinement so suddenly. “Soul! Get your mind out of the gutter,” yelled Maka.

            “Where did you ge—“

           “SOUL! Shut up! If I could Maka Chop you I would,” said Maka as she blushed slightly.

            The man laughed as she watched the exchange between partners. He brushed the side of his hand down the side of Maka’s left breast. Maka shivered and immediately felt disgusted as she blushed a little deeper. Her anger then reached a new level as she internally swore she would kill this man before she broke out of here. “AH! Untouched flesh I take it. Well, the next step in your torture shall be fun, especially with the boy watching. Maybe we will start torturing him tomorrow as well,” explained the man.

            Maka’s mouth dropped open and Soul looked like he was going to murder the man. The man laughed again and stroked his finger along Maka’s cheek. He walked out of her cell, closed the door and walked to the outside door. He reached for a lever on the wall as he pulled it Maka dropped to the floor. He slammed the door shut and darkness engulfed both the prisoners. Moonlight from a small window in each cell was their only light.

            Maka coughed from having the wind knocked out of her from the fall. She fumbled to get the wrist restraints off. She began to tremble fighting off the hot tears in her eyes. “Come here, I will help you,” mumbled Soul.

            Make scooted towards the bars dividing their prisons. Soul gently touched her wrists as he worked off the restraints. Once they were off Maka pulled her legs to her chest and scrabbled with her torn shirt to cover her nakedness. Laying her head on her knees, she finally let out the tears she was desperately trying to hold back.

            Soul reached through the bars and pulled Maka to them. Wither her back to the bars, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “We will get out of this,” Soul whispered.

            Soul just listened as Maka sobbed and he could not take this broken crying from his Meister who usually kept it together in tough situations like this. He had to think of some way to have her in a better state of mind. “So, Maka, when did you get those boobs?” he inquired waiting for a Maka Chop.

            Maka just snorted and then began to laugh. She clutched at her sides forgetting her shirt was ripped as she turned towards him. His eyes immediately dropped to the objects in question. “Oh! These old things? I’ve had them for years. You really can be blind sometimes, Soul,” teased Maka.

            Soul preferred this version of his Meister over the weeping one. “WHAT? Years? How many?!” he replied.

            Maka snickered as said, “I’ve had these for about two years now.”

            It was Soul’s turn for his mouth to drop open as he wondered to himself how he could have missed them all these years. He had been living with her for over four years now and so any times e would just barge into her room without knocking. “But I guess I should forgive you, I’ve been taping them down for just as long,” Maka said interrupting his thoughts.

            Why?! You were always so self-conscious about having tiny tits?” asked Soul.

            Maka shrugged and replied, “Well, since you boys don’t really se me as a girl I get to hear you, Black*Star, and Kidd’s comments on Tsubaki, Liz, and Patti’s breasts. Usually, that’s all you guys comment on and I didn’t want to be seen as that or at least just that,” Maka blushed and continued. “Also, being a Meister they have a tendency to get in the way.”

            “I know its pretty uncool to say, but Maka, I would never just think of you as a pair of beautiful breasts,” It was Soul’s turn to blush. “I mean, you are my partner and my closest friend. I’m also pretty sure that Black*Star and Kidd feel the same about their partners. We are guys though so we do talk about hat stuff.”

            Maka blushed deeper and shifted her legs. “Hey Soul, is this next bout of torture what I think it is?” she whispered.

            “I don’t know. Maybe they were bluffing. Why don’t we tell them were they can find Kidd? They would let us go and they would have to go through Lord Death to get within reach of Kidd. I can’t watch them hurt you anymore. This is the first night hey didn’t beat you unconscious. Do you have any idea what it is like to watch that nd not be able to do anything?!” he exclaimed broken-heartedly.

            “If they find Kidd then Death City is doomed. He is off doing the last piece of training with Lord Death to take his place this winter. Plus they wouldn’t let us go because they need Soul Perception to find the location. We have to find a way out to warn everyone of this threat,” Maka explained.

            “If we were in the same cell we could always get them together when they come back,” Soul snapped his fingers. “I’ve got it! I will transform and you can work me through the bars.”

            “Why didn’t we think of this earlier?!” said Maka excitedly.

            Soul rolled his eyes. “Probably because you were knocked out and I was worried sick,” he said.

            “Aww, really?! You do care, Soul,” Maka teased.

            She reached her arm through hthe bars to hold Soul’s hand. He slid into his scythe for and Maka fumbled to get him through the small opening between two bars. The head of the scythe got stuck as she tried a few times to slide it free. “Can you be careful? That doesn’t exactly feel good,” said Soul.

            “Can you think skinny thoughts then?!” snipped Maka.

            Finally, she got him into her cell and once he cleared the bars he transformed back to his human form, but in doing so caused Maka to lose her balance and start to fall. Soul reached out to prevent her and as his arm went around her his hand brushed her nipple. Maka let out a sharp gasp and blushed a deep red.

            Soul nearly dropped her at that small gasp. He put her down and realized he breasts were making an appearance again. He quickly turned away from her as he slid off his jacket to hand backwards to Maka. “Cover up, you’ll get cold,” he said.

            Maka glanced at her own coat and smiled to herself. She took his jacket, zipped it to her chin, and took a deep breath. The smell of Soul helped call her since it was so familiar. At least, that is what she told herself. “Thank you,” she mumbled.

            He turned towards her to see that she was laying down in a fetal position. She was shivering as Soul went to sit next to her. She slowly sat up to just stare into space. “Are you okay? Pain getting to you?” Soul inquired.

            “My arms and shoulder are killing me, but that’s to be expected,” she stated.

           Soul reached over and began to rub her shoulder. Maka melted at the touch of his hands. She then collapsed into his lap and broke down. Soul just petted her head trying to soothe her. Maka sat up and wiped her face on the sleeve of Soul’s jacket. “Sorry, I’ll clean it when—“ she started, but stopped.

            “It’s fine. You can clean it when we get back because it would be pretty uncool to think that we wouldn’t make it back,” he said while getting to his feet.

            She noticed the wet spot on his t-shirt. “I’m sorry for being like this. I know it’s unusual, but I’m at my wits end. I don’t know what to do because we can’t give them the info they need and warn everyone at the same time,” Maka said.

            “We just need to break out. First step is a plan because we need to avoid the torture planned for the morning,” Soul answered.

            He walked over to the window and leaned back on the cell bars. He shoved his hands into his pockets and stared out the window in obvious deep thought. Maka just stared at him as he basked in the moonlight. She was in deep thought herself and knew they couldn’t avoid the morning’s plans. She took a deep breath and seemed to be having an internal dialogue. The silence between them was heavy with unspoken words and indescribable feelings.

            “Hey Soul? Will you have sex with me?”
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