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A/n: Well, another translated drabble and another sin of our beloved Soul. Enjoy it!

Wrath

He was fed up. Why did he have to put up with a partner so bored as Maka? All the time telling him off and enumerating all his defects. She was the most exasperating thing in the world. And she wasn't perfect either.

Soul fumed annoyed. He had just had a row with his partner, and now he was knocked down at the ground with the back against an old tree. The sky was clear and the sun was hitting strongly on the area. It was a perfect day of those in what Soul preferred to be lying down sleeping and enjoying the heat, and without supporting another damned class of training that was ever taking him nowhere.

He closed his eyes, feeling the anger covering his body, breathing twice slowly to calm down and to clear his mind up, although it wasn't helping him very much either. The best thing was to remain a little bit there relaxing; Maka wasn't going to miss him. And nor was he, he already had to put up with her every day so a few minutes alone one of the other wouldn't hurt anybody.

Wrath v.2

Medusa was going to taste his wrath. He wasn't going to tolerate that she had hurt his partner who now was lying down next to him with her eyes closed, weary and hurt by the struggle against that witch-snake.

Changing to his human form, Soul turned one of his arms into a sharp blade capable of cutting in two the trunk of a thick tree with only a cut, and rushed forward ready to slice Medusa with it.

But a sword put itself him. And immediately he felt stunned by the effects of the Scream's resonance.

Trying to manage the control on his muscles again, he dropped a scream and directed his knife against the maken. The sound of the metals hitting resounded with sonority in the room, echoing against the walls.

The situation was becoming difficult now that the demoniacal sword was between him and Medusa. Still, Soul wasn't going to allow being defeated so easily, he was going to reach her, although he had to cross hundreds of bodies for it. The price for him was indifferent, whenever he was managing to reach to his target.

That snake was going to escape neither of his revenge nor of the anger that was making him roar furiously and attack with all his forces without listening to reasons.

Nobody was hurting his technician and was living to count it.