Soul had always prided himself on never seeing the bottom of a whiskey bottle. Sure he had drank a few sips over the course of his short life, but never enough to get buzzed. He didn’t care how much Black Star pressured him; he thought alcohol tasted like Satan’s diarrhea. Not to mention it made the best of men lose control, which was so totally not cool.
And yet here he was, three empty bottles of whiskey and half a bottle of tequila surrounding him like trophies. Having drunk enough alcohol to kill Spirit Albarn several times, Soul was so wasted he could barely hold his head up to the bottle of tequila. He had to keep going because he could still remember.
He could still remember the blood soaked alley where they barely found enough of her to bury. He remembered the funeral where it finally hit him that he would never see her smile again. He remembered that he was now a meisterless weapon. He remembered that he had loved her.
And he remembered that one of his best friends had taken her away.
Soul growled, baring his shark like teeth and tightening his grip on the bottle of tequila. The only person who had ever believed in him and put up with his bullshit was gone forever, and the only source of tranquility he could think of (that was readily accessible thanks to Black Star) wasn’t working.
Fuck alcohol. He had been drinking ever since Maka had died, and he still couldn’t forget. If anything, it amplified his sorrows rather than drowning them.
A surge of anger overtook him like a tidal wave. Red swam at the edges of his vision as he threw the bottle of clear liquid at the unsuspecting wall. The bottle exploded in a shower of glass, but the shatter was drowned out by Soul’s scream of agony.
This seemed as good of a time as any for someone to visit. The guest invited himself in and paused, supposedly looking at the carnage.
Soul regained his breath before putting his face in his hands and addressing the newcomer.
“Hey, Black Star,” he slurred pathetically. “Grab me a drink, will you?”
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough, bro?”
A normal person would have simply started at an unexpected voice. Soul, however, being drunk off his ass, performed an impressive backflip onto the floor.
“W-W-Wes?” Soul stuttered looking into the piercing red eyes of his older brother. The shock dissipated and turned to anger, propelling Soul (shakily) to his feet. “What the almighty FUCK are you doing here?”
Wes put his hands up and stepped away from his drunken brother. “Dude, chill. I come in peace.”
“Tch. Your idea of peace is me coming home and performing like a good little pet! ‘You broke poor old mother’s heart!’ Well guess what, Wes!” Soul growled, stepping closer to his taller sibling and backing him against the wall. “I’m NOT a little fucking kid anymore. I don’t give two shits about what our parents want. I do what I want. And what I wanted was to…. W-was to…” Soul trailed off, the events of the past few weeks hitting him like a sack of bricks.
“…Was to run off with that meister.” Wes finished, gently pushing Soul away from him. “It was all over the news, bro. A girl being ripped to pieces doesn’t exactly escape media attention.”
Soul smacked Wes’ hand away and collapsed on the couch, his energy spent. “Are you just here to rub it in, Wes? You always did like to brag about how much better you were than me, didn’t you? You think I don’t know. The pity, the smirks… You think you’re so high and mighty.”
“I’m not the one who’s piss drunk, now am I?” Wes whispered, moving on before Soul could retaliate. “I came because I knew you would do something stupid like this. Is this what she would’ve wanted, Soul? Wallowing in self pity like her father before you?”
Soul sat up, ignoring his dizziness as he directed his hate filled gaze onto his brother. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW ABOUT WHAT SHE WOULD WANT!?” he shouted, grabbing a discarded vodka bottle. “YOU DON’T KNOW A DAMN THING YOU SACK OF SHIT. YOU LET OUR PARENTS CONTROL MY LIFE AND SHE SAVED ME! MAKA FUCKING SAVED ME! AND NOW SHE’S GONE BECAUSE I COULDN’T SAVE HER! BECAUSE I’M A GODDAMN COWARD!” He screamed the last word before hurling the bottle at Wes.
Soul awoke with a start, causing several bottles to fall and shatter on the floor.
Soul clenched his fist as tears cascaded down his face.
“Such a goddamn coward…”
A coward who couldn’t forget anything.