Title : Led with Love
Rating : T
Anime/Manga : Soul Eater
Pairing : Soul X Maka
Disclaimer : I do not own anything but the plot and the writing!

NOTE : This happened before Soul became a death scythe.


Chapter 1:

Was "surprised" a good word to describe this?

Certainly not.

Maka's morning started with a disaster. It was supposed to be just like any other mornings, just a slight difference.

"SOUL!" Maka screamed, her eyes widening.

It was pitch black in front of her. The usual sunbeams that greeted her every morning, the pale green ceiling that brought her back from dreamland and even the plate of crumbs she left by the window for the sparrows yesterday; everything was missing.

I must be still dreaming, Maka thought. She slowly sat up, still clenching tightly onto her blanket.

It was odd, even as a nightmare. Everything just seemed so… real.

Fear gradually sank its fangs into her.

Chirp, chirp!

She cowered instantly, with her hands cupping her ears. That confirmed it. All was in place, except for her mental state. Suddenly, the truth dawned on her sorely.

She couldn't see.

"What's wrong?" Soul burst into the room, completely caught off guard when Blair pounced from behind. The cat woman's bosom compressed on Soul's back, causing blood to trickle down his nose. Maka turned towards the source of voice, while Soul shields himself in frustration, preparing for her infamous Maka chop.

There was a momentary silence. Both of them looked up at Maka in surprise.

Her face was disturbingly blank.

"Maka…?"

She remained ever so motionless; tears that were welling up in her eyes finally slid down her face, staining the blanket on her lap. Undoubtedly, Soul's state of mind inevitably went into chaos.

Had the tolerance with Blair and his acts for these few months finally reached its limits?

He wasn't sure; neither was he going to take his chances on asking. It was distressing to see her weep. Instinctively, he pushed Blair off him, setting himself next to Maka. The silence was painfully uncomfortable.

Gradually, Maka's trembling fingers hovered in front of her eyes, yet her lifeless eyes never once shifted its attention towards them.

"…A-are my eyes opened? What's happening around me…?" The small lump that was formed in her throat was clearing to make way for muffled words that were exiting.

The boy's fears turned to worries, he wasn't particularly aware of the circumstances but he was ready to provide his support for the traumatized girl. Maka slumped onto his chest, gripping his shirt tightly.

Soul lightly placed his arms around her; it was a reassuring hug, nothing more than that.

"You'll be all right; we'll go find Professor Stein. Don't worry about it." Soul whispered, patting gently on her back. The girl's sobs gradually reduced.

Maka slowly regained her composure with the harsh truth dragging her down to acceptance. There was more to worry than that.

Right off the list, the ashy blond had to face with the challenge of walking. That was the most basic way of traveling around in Death City and of course, DWMA. It wasn't so hard initially, with Soul aiding alongside. The albino had held onto her hand firmly and she was doing fine.

"Slowly does it…" Soul instructed, clenching his teeth.

It was funny how something that everyone did so casually was a great test for her. The hard part came when she had to do it alone. Perhaps it was her pride or her nature, Maka insisted on trying it out independently.

With both her arms in suspense for balance, she shakily lifted her right foot and rested it quite steadily a few centimeters forward. Likewise, she did the same with the other foot. Soul, who was watching closely, was pretty much tensed up. It was similar to a mother witnessing her baby's first steps. Slowly but surely, she was getting the hang of it.

"I guess it's my turn to make breakfast today…" Soul sighed, fumbling his hair as he exits the room.

Maka merely revealed a faint smile, while continuing her little practice. It was pleasant to know she had someone to depend on.


After changing to their respective uniforms, Soul proceeded to prepare breakfast.

"Ow!" Soul flinched in pain, holding onto his scorched fingers.

The cat woman was going to ask his well-being, but she was cut off by Soul.

"Leak a word about that and I'll tell Maka about the broken plate incident." he threatened dangerously at the feline.

Blair sulked, tipping her hat forward then sneaking off towards the boy's room.

"What happened?" Maka peeped from the gap of her door, but no reply.

Cooking was not the boy's forte, but he did not want to worry his meister needlessly. He was usually supervised by Maka on days that he would be cooking. Yet today, his careless handling of the toaster had burnt his skin.

That wasn't cool.

"Nothing." he said, silently putting his fingers under the tap. The cold water managed to ease the pain.

"Really…?" Maka lowered her voice, etching towards the boy's voice.

"Yeah, yeah. Now go get seated." Soul said, grabbing the girl by her shoulders, pushing her towards the dining table. That was the last thing he wanted his partner to know.

Maka felt around her surroundings and correctly pulled out an available chair while Soul attended to their breakfasts. He passed her the dish, sighing as he took his seat opposite of her.

"Let me guess... two pieces of toast with a cup of chrysanthemum tea?" she asked, leaving the albino rather amazed by her sense of smell.

"Yup. For convenience sake." Soul said, popping the toast in his mouth.

"That's so you." The girl chortled, sipping her tea.

"Shut up." Soul glanced away sheepishly.


A/N:

Uwahh... I think I have a problem with writing long stories. ;; My stories are getting shorter and shorter! Woah, my first non-oneshot story. Dearest readers can anticipate how she'll adapt to this disability! Reviews please?