I do not own Soul Eater, only the plot! I know this is a bit rushed, so yes, I realize there will be mistakes, so before you go off at me for it I promise I will fix it up after I finish work. I just wanted to jot down the idea before I forget.
Tell me what you think! x

"Maka, my angel!" A sigh left her lips as she saw her father, arms in the air running her way. Avoiding him before he torpedo hugged her wasn't as difficult as it was around 5 years ago, he had become too predictable.

"Maka chop!" The body of her father twitched on the floor. The chop that had been popular in her academy still held power even after graduation. Especially on the weak minded.

Maka looked at her reflection in the microwave. Her green eyes still looked worn out; her once tight pajama's loose and falling. She looked so different from a year back, but then again she still had them. Walking over her now snoring father she grabbed her notepad.

"Oh dear." A mask entered the room; her old principle death himself had sited on her new lounge room chair. His hands around a cup that appeared out of his overly looked baggy clothes reached out towards her. She nodded silently following his command of pouring the half cold earl grey tea into his '#1 reaper' cup and handing it back to him. "Poor Spirit, he will never understand the concepts of a woman's heart." Maka ignored the need to maka-chop the creator of that very move.

"What can I do for you?" Maka knew she sounded impatient, but ever since she bought her new house the lock did nothing to keep out her past.

"Mmmmm. A mission on the out skirts of town." Her hands twitched. She no longer did missions, not since the death of her comrades, her best friend and weapon Soul. It had been a mistake, a miscalculation… No, it had been her fault.

"You know I don't do missions anymore, I can't." He hummed blowing on the cup through his thick mask that held a face that could kill the weak hearted. She had seen it only twice. Once when they battled Asura, the first Kirshin and the most powerful she had ever faced, and the second time when he had found out his son died because of her hands.

"You can still fight." Maka couldn't see his expression and had to guess from his voice the way his face would be shaped. He had been trying to recruit her once she left, even though he once tried to kill her. No one could blame him, she wanted to die as much and probably more than he did.

"I don't want to fight! I want to forget, I want to live normally like, like, like." Her voice was low, green eyes watered at the memory of her fallen comrades.

"You think they would have given up if you had died, hmmm?" He sipped on his tea.

"Well n-no." She had to admit seeing black-star and Tsubaki give up after so many fights with the kinshin and even his soul seemed unlikely. Of course there was the fact that Death the Kid would of became the next honcho with his two weapons Liz and Patty the famous pistols. Even Soul… "That doesn't matter though! I'm here and they aren't." Her voice broke. Still knowing that she would always be alone in her house, never seeing red eyes in the morning made her heart cringe in pain.

"You can't hold your dreams because you're too scared to move forward." Again he hummed that annoying tune. He should hate her for what she had done, she had left them behind. Maybe if she didn't feel fear she would have turned around and ignored there screams to leave. But she did run, and she left them to die in the hands of the new Kinshin queen, Medusa.

"I, I have no scythe I'm weak alone." Excuses. She pulled at her hair that once was always pinned up in ponytails, but since Death the Kid wasn't around complementing her on how symmetrical they were she saw no heart in it anymore.

"We have organised something special, so don't you worry." He hovered up letting the cup fall back under his clothes.

"Wait!" She stood up as the door closed behind him. The hand she held up scrunched up in irritation. When will I even be able to forget?

She groaned rubbing her head as a new headache formed. Once again grabbing the notepad she walked around her father's love struck face. Another perverted dream, at least that hasn't changed. The door shut quietly behind her as she headed off to college, the only normal thing in her life since she left the academy. Maka noted the small kinshin that hid under the benches on streets or rode on the black cats back that hissed at a young mouse that might have been a witch. Stop it! A normal person wouldn't be able to even notice these things, she was acting out of habit and that was all. Death was wrong about her. She did not still hold a dream about wielding the best death scythe that had died with Soul that day.

"Ma-ma-maka!" Blaire's purr broke her concentration. Purple hair was seen as Blaire rubbed her face against her chest.

"You sure have grown!" Blushing Maka pushed the sex crazed cat of off her. Unlike the rest of the academy Blair the cat witch had stayed by her side. Comforting her when all she wanted to do was leave. Lucky for her she had made it to graduation before she got burnt at the stake.

"Blair, stop it!" Blair pouted at the order but obeyed thankfully for Maka as boys cooed over the site.

"Nya~ but I missed you. It's not fun you never come pick me up." Blaire had joined Maka when she decided to enrol into the literature department of Sans Newford College. Lucky for Maka Blair couldn't even read a sentence let alone deal with the lectures of famous writers so she joined the Acting department which she became pro at in an instant.

"That's because you live in the opposite direction." Maka walked through the park on instinct.

"Then why didn't you just call me to pick you up nya~!"

"Because you never wake up on time and never pick up." Blare mumbled protests that got ignored by Maka, though she couldn't stop smiling at her friend.

It didn't take long for the two to reach the college, soon departing after a long debate on Maka NOT buying the cat sardines for lunch. She waved Blair off before climbing the stairs to her class B-2 greeting her teacher Stein. Who also was a teacher at the academy, but was soon fired after dissecting a dog that turned out to be a witch.

Not a fun class.

"Maka, we will be having fun today. I created a dodo, it's eating me inside to find out how it works." His glasses sparkled as his smile looked as menacing as ever whenever he talked about cutting things open. She was used to it though, unlike her other class mates, who either ended up dropping the class or being too terrified to.

"Dr. Stein, it's not even science. Do your job, its Shakespeare today remember?" Stein dropped his gaze at Maka, frowning before setting his books down.

"You're no fun." She smiled walking to take her seat next to the window.

"Students, I have a surprise for you! Today we shall be dissecting…" A book found its way against Steins face as Maka glared at him. "…A book…" He grumbled in submission as he started jotting down the new assignment.

The day was long; the clock hadn't even reached 1 before a knock came at the door.

"Yes?" Her pudgy modern poetry teacher pulled her glasses closer to her eyes. "A new student?" No sound came from the door but she waved her hand in front of her in a gesture to move.

Maka hadn't bothered to look up as she read her book. The same word popped up wherever she looked and couldn't help but feel discomfort.

"She lost to the woes." A voice rang out in her ears, a deep voice that seemed so familiar. Her sea green eyes looked forwards towards white hair and red eyes. Her heart stopped. Hair rose as she felt a numbness flow through her, the boy in front of her kept reciting the poem as his eyes never drifted towards her way. She could feel her face pale as her head became painfully unbearable with screams she couldn't produce in words.

"Soul…" Her mind went blank. Her back felt the hard floor as her dead friend ran over asking questions she couldn't answer.

Then nothing.