Story Title: We Are Broken

Genre: Drama, Romance, Action, Suspense, and Tragedy.

Rating: Teen (T) for now. Might change, but I doubt it.

Summary: Maka and Soul have been partners since they both entered the academy. They have been through hell and back, making sure that they saved each other when needed. After a few years, Maka finally made Soul into a Death Scythe, one that was going to overpower her father. The job of a Death Scythe was more than both of them could ever known. What happens when Maka feels that her life is at a stand still while everyone else's is moving? Maka moves on, feeling it's what she needs. Is that the right choice or is someone controlling this decision?

The Job of a Death Scythe.
The Voices Inside My Head?

We did it; you are a Death Scythe now.

I remember that day like it was yesterday. The day that the final soul was handed to us, the soul of a witch. Our friends were around us; waiting to see the moment that Soul would have the power course through him. The moment that he would overpower my father and become greater than him.

The day my partner became a Death Scythe.

This was the day that I have been waiting for since my feet first stepped into Death City and my eyes landed on the DWMA. I was like my mother now; turning someone into a powerful Death Scythe. My dream has finally come true.

So why was I regretting that day already?

"Maka." Soul called through my bedroom door, his hand knocking softly against the door. "Stein called again. There is another meeting to attend."

I pushed myself off my bed before he was even done talking. I quickly ran around my room, throwing on my clothes, get rid of my pajamas, and trying to pull my hair up into ponytails. I slipped on my last boot and pulled one ribbon around my hair. I pulled the door opened while I tried to get my other ponytail in place.

"Well, lets go then." I said as I looked up at Soul. He was rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, his eyes not meeting mine.

"It is just for me…" He hesitated to say, the quietness in his voice saying it all. "Sorry, Maka. I feel uncool to leave you here... again."

I let my hair fall from the grasp I had on it and kept the last ribbon in my hand. "Oh, um, okay." I said, a little embarrassed that I jumped to the conclusion. I twirled with the ends of my hair, something I picked up when things got awkward. "Well, then, you should head out. Can't leave Lord Death waiting for his new Death Scythe."

I always tried to keep my voice even, not showing emotion easily. I didn't want to say something that would make him hesitate to leave. It was his job now and he had to go.

No matter what it did to me.

"I'll be back soon, Maka." He said to me, finally looking up to meet my eyes. "This one shouldn't take long. We can head out for dinner when I get back." He started to cross the room to head out the door.

I opened my mouth to respond to him, but the door slammed shut on me. I stood there, staring at the door for a few minutes. Part of me was hoping that he would come back through the door, smiling as he said that he was just joking and that I had to come along.

Of course, all I could do was wish for that.

I sighed and headed into the kitchen, letting my thoughts take over from there. I pulled the fridge door opened and pulled out a bottle of water, kicking it shut behind me. I perched myself on the counter top and my eyes scanned across the apartment.

I have grown use to this; seeing the apartment empty.

Ever since Soul became a Death Scythe, my life has pretty much only been secluded to the walls of my apartment. I thought that, when I finished my mission, that Soul and I would be together to train him. He needed to get use to his new powers and my mind was set on the thought that they would keep him with his meister.

I was wrong about that.

There was always a meeting; every day was a different one. They were either talking about missions that Soul could be sent on, training that was going to begin for him, or something that Soul couldn't tell me. I felt like he was moving forward with his life.

On the other hand, mine stayed frozen.

The shrill of the phone cause me to jump a little. My hands gripped the edges of the counter to stead myself as the phone continued to ring. Moaning a little, I jumped off the counter and picked up the phone. "Hello." I said.

"Maka-chan!" A chipper voice called through the phone, making a smile appear on my face in an instant.

"Tsubaki!" I sighed in relief to hear her voice. Not only was Soul's life moving forward, but also so were my friend's. Black Star and Tsubaki were out all the time on missions, trying to collect souls. How many times can they go out and come back with nothing? "Did you just get back?"

"Yes, we did." She said. In the background, I could hear Black Star yelling. "I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out. I need to get away for a little."

"Hey, what is that supposed to mean, Tsubaki?" Black Star yelled in the background, his voice coming closer. "Is my godliness getting on your nerves?"

"I'll meet you at your apartment right away." I said, hanging up the phone before Black Star could get a hold of it. I grabbed the key that was laying on the coffee table and headed out the door, pulling up my last ponytail along the way.

Maka Albarn.

I turned to the sound of my name; my hand stopped pulling the door closed. I scanned to see what could have said that, but my apartment was still empty. "I could have sworn I heard something." I muttered to myself as I closed the door all the way.

It was just my imagination, I guess.

"Black Star, will you just hurry to the academy to report in about our mission?" Tsubaki's voice drifted through the cracks of the door, the words dripping of annoyance. "Lord Death told you to do so when we stepped foot into the city."

"Oh, Tsubaki. He can wait for a God like me. I mean, we are pretty much on the same level of power, so we can wait for each other." I knocked on the door softly, not wanting to interrupt anything.

I didn't even have to wait a second before the door opened. Tsubaki's back was turned towards me as she backed out of the door. "Just go, please." She begged him. "Just do it for me."

Black Star sighed. "Fine, Tsubaki. Anything to stop you from giving me that look. I'll leave right now." He said as he walked out of the door with her. "Oh, hey Maka." He said shortly before running off, down the street.

"It seems like you can get through him more easily." I said, turning towards her with a smile on my face. Tsubaki just sighed in response as she locked the door of their apartment. "I don't see how you can deal with that everyday. I get sick of Soul easily."

"I guess that's just the person I am." She said as we headed down the street of Death City, heading for our favorite restaurant to have lunch. "He needs someone to be there for him and I guess I took on that job a while ago."

"You are one brave soul." I said, patting her on the shoulder. Her eyes locked onto mine and we both broke out into a laughing fit.

Tsubaki coughed a few times to calm her laughter down some. She cleared her voice and looked over at me again. "How are things with Soul? Have things improved anymore?"

Tsubaki was the only one that I told things to, mostly what I thought about Soul being a Death Scythe now. "Not really. He ran off to another meeting with Lord Death and said it was just for him." I said.

"Maybe it is just a small meeting this time."

"I doubt it."

"Maybe he is going to tell them that he wants you to be involved with all of this."

"I doubt it."

"Maybe Lord Death is going to tell him that he can train with you now."

"I doubt it."

I just kept repeating the same line over and over again. All of these ideas that Tsubaki was listing off were things I wish would happen. I knew that, in my mind, they would never though.

"Maka-chan." Tsubaki said, looping her arm through mine. "Just keep your head high. Being a Death Scythe must be hard work for Soul and they just need to prepare him. Just give it a little; I am sure that you two will start training once again soon enough. I promise you."

Her words were comforting, but I found myself not believing them, as I should. I wanted to be there now; I wanted to be with Soul now. I needed to be there as his meister.

That was what being weapon and meister partners were about.

"I guess you are right." I forced myself to say to her. The words didn't feel comfortable in my mouth, but I couldn't get her, or anyone, to worry about me now. I was going to get through this, no matter what.

"So, what would you like to eat?"

"I hope that this got your mind off of things." Tsubaki said as we headed out of the restaurant. The whole time we were in there blurred past me, my mind preoccupied the entire time. I guess my thoughts were more consuming then I thought.

"I guess it did some." I lied through my teeth, keeping my eyes to the ground as we walked. I didn't want to see if Tsubaki was looking at me or not. I wanted to ignore them altogether. "Thanks, Tsubaki."

Tsubaki was about to answer, but the loud voice of a familiar assassin beat her to it. "Yahoo! Tsubaki, I am back!" He called as he ran over to us. We stopped walking, waiting outside their apartment for him. "That took forever!"

Maka Albarn.

I looked around me when I heard my name being called again. I tugged on Tsubaki arm, grabbing her attention. "Did you hear that?"

Tsubaki looked the way I was. "Hear what, Maka?" She asked, quietly and confused. I looked up at her and she was still looking around, wondering what I was talking about.

I shook my head. "Never mind. I guess I am just going crazy." I said. "It has been awhile since I've been out of the apartment, I guess it is just going to my head."

"Well, you'll be out more often now!" Black Star shouted to me as he started to head into the apartment, his arms behind his head. "Hey, Tsubaki, what are you gonn-"

I grabbed him by his shirt and spun him around to face me. "What are you talking about?" I asked him, letting go of his shirt. He didn't answer me at first, his face showing no emotion.

"Oh, I overheard some of Soul and Lord Death's conversation when I went in to report about our mission. They said something about being sent away on a mission and what not." Black Star explained, waving his hand like it was no big deal. "I thought you knew about it."

My eyes widen at first, a little shocked by the news. A mission? A mission to do what? I thought that it was going to be a while before we had missions?

Maybe they finally decided that we were okay to go on missions again. Soul and I were going to partner up once again and go on a mission for Lord Death. A smile pulled on my lips as I backed away from Black Star. "I need to go talk to Soul now."

I turned and ran down the street without another word to the two. I was pushing my legs to go as fast as they could, even as they cried out in pain. I needed to get back to the apartment.

I bet Soul is waiting to tell me that good news. I thought as I turned the corner of the final street. We were finally going to be able to partner up again.

I pushed the door of our apartment opened, letting it hit the wall a little. The crash of the door caused Soul to jump and stand up straight from he was bending over. His hand went to the back of his neck once again. "Geez, Maka, it is so uncool to scare people like that." He muttered as his face turned a light shade of red.

I smiled and little and walked inside the apartment, closing the door behind me. "Sorry, but I was in a rush to get home." I said as I sat down on the couch. Soul walked over and sat down next to me, letting out a small yawn. "How was your meeting with Lord Death?"

"Fine, I guess. It was like any other meeting."

"Did he say anything to you?"

"Like what?"

I sighed. "I don't know, like maybe something about a mission? Or some training coming up?" I asked, looking up at the ceiling. "Or a mission?"

"Yea, he did say something about a mission. I was waiting to tel-"

"So, when do we leave?"

Soul's jaw dropped a little when he looked over at me. I saw his eyes look at my face from the corner of my eye, but I didn't look away from the ceiling. "Well, you see, Maka…"

"I mean, I assume he wants us to leave soon since you already started to pack a bag. So, if we need to leave tomorrow, then I can sta-"

"The mission is not for you."

"I could have my bags ready by late tonight, if that is needed. I wouldn't want to hold up the mission since I was la-"

"Maka, you can't go."

"But I am sure that I can be ready by the time that is ne-"

"Maka!"

I jumped a little and looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. "What?" I asked, confused by his outburst. He sighed a little and his eyes immediately filled with gilt.

"I'm sorry, Maka, but the mission is not for the two of us. I am being sent with a group of weapons and meisters to track down a clan of witches that have been causing trouble."

My jaw fell a little when those words came from his mouth. "W-what?" I managed to say as I sat up a little, angling my body towards him more. "What do you mean it is not for me? I am your meister! How can you be sent away without me? Who is going to wield you?"

Soul moved his eyes away from me. "They are putting me with another meister for the trip. They said that you have not had the training to be the meister for this mission." He muttered softly. He didn't want to say it, they weren't his words.

"But… But…" I stuttered, staring at him. I tried to let the thoughts sink into my mind, seeing if they would get use to the idea.

They didn't.

I shot up from where I was sitting, turning Soul's eyes to me again, and planted my hands on my hips. "No!" I shouted. "They can't do this to me! I am the one who created you, the one who gave you this power and this how they repay me? I should be your meister, not anyone else!"

"Maka, I tri-"

My hand connected with the side of his face when his mouth opened. Shocked filled his face as he cradled his cheek with his hand. I didn't care though, I was fuming. "No, you didn't try hard enough. Ever since you became a Death Scythe, you have been going to meetings and training sessions by yourself! If I am not ready to go on this mission, then they should have trained me for it!"

Soul was still in shock to answer me. He stared up at me with his wide eyes as I screamed at him. Everything I was feeling was now coming out. Everything that I have been holding back was in the open.

I couldn't stop it, though.

"They told me that nothing would change, everything would be exactly the same. They told me that I would be your partner through everything and that we would be training together. They said that no one was going to wield you but me. Our partnership was going to continue on like nothing happened." I said, clenching my hands into fists at my sides. "They lied, they all lied!"

I looked to the ground then, my bangs falling over my eyes. "But it seems like you don't even care. It was like you didn't even try to keep me as a partner. Maybe I shouldn't have made you a Death Scythe so that I could have kept my partner." I muttered quietly as I turned on my heel and headed towards my room. I didn't even look at Soul or the expression his face wore at this point.

What I needed to say was now out. It felt good to let it all out.

Maka…

I looked over my shoulder when I heard my name again. "What?" I snapped at Soul, making him look over at me again. His hand was still on his cheek, the cheek that now had a red handprint on it, and his face was filled with many emotions.

"I didn't say anything." He muttered, a little confused. I opened my mouth to say something, but closed it and turned my head around.

Didn't I just hear my name? I have been hearing it all day, but it seems that no one else has.

Maybe I was just going crazy.

I let out the breath I was holding in and headed to my room again. I opened the door and flung my arm back, slamming it behind me. I stalked over to my bed and fell down on it, facing towards the ceiling.

My mind was racing, the images and thoughts of what just happened were unraveling through my mind. A fight between us has never gotten to the point where I was hitting him like that. We have never done that.

Did I take it too far?

I shook my head automatically. No, I didn't. He needed to know these things, the feelings that I have been feeling since the day he ate the witch's soul and gained his Death Scythe powers.

The day I am finding myself regretting now.

I sighed and brought the pillow over my face, enclosing the darkness around me. I wanted to sleep, sleep until this memory was gone. I wanted to sleep until the day that I could have Soul back, have my partner back. I just wanted it all to go the way I was told it would.

The lies that they told me were looking better than this.

Maka Albarn…

My breathing stopped as the voice came once again. It sounded closer now, closer than all the other times I heard it. It almost sounded like it was coming from inside my room.

Slowly and cautiously, I pulled the pillow away from my face. I turned to look into my room. It was empty, only me in here. I shook my head again, feeling that it would help make the voice go away. "I am crazy." I muttered as I went to put the pillow over my face again.

Maka… join me… join me.

A gasp escaped through my lips this time, as I shot up into a sitting position. "Who's there?" I said into my empty room. By this point, I knew that I wasn't going crazy. I heard that voice all day and now it was here. "Where are you?"

Maka… come to me.

I locked my eyes on the window after the voice spoke, something pulling me to look there. I threw my legs over the side of my bed, touching my feet to the floor. I stood up slowly, still staring at the window.

I took one single step and everything happened at once.

The window flew opened as a violent wind shot into my room. The curtains were flapping with the wind, the never-ending wind. I lifted my arm over my eyes, almost as if I were protecting myself from the wind.

It died down slowly, after a few seconds. I slowly brought down my arm, looking back at the window. There was still nothing there. I started to cross my room; ready for anything that was going to happen.

Maka…

A hand reached into the window, gripping the wall. I stopped walking and my eyes widen at the sight. Another hand followed, gripping the opposite wall.

My body was frozen now. I knew that I should do something; call Soul or run from my room, but I couldn't. It was like my feet were glued to the floor and I was trapped inside my room.

A dark figure emerged from the outside, crawling through my window. I couldn't make out who, or what, it was. The darkness was still surrounding it. I stepped one step closer.

Maka… my bride….

It jumped at me and I fell back onto my bed. My screams were muffled and cut off by a hand covering my mouth. I frantically tried to get out of his grasp, but he was just too strong.

Join me… my bride.

I finally got this idea down on paper and, after three days of typing, it is done (:

I am so excited about this story, more excited than I was when I started writing my first story on here. I have this all planned out and it will be amazing. If you stick through this boring chapter, everything will become more interesting and will, hopefully, keep you on the edge of your seat. I hope it makes you want to read more.

Also, right now in the story, Soul is 17 and Maka is 16 and they are all wearing their uniforms of the Spartoi. If you don't know what that is, just look it up and see how their outfits changed. I will be skipping years in this story, but I will make sure to keep everyone updated on how hold each of them are. I think it will help with this one.

I hope you enjoyed this enough to review for me. It makes me smile when I read the reviews from my readers. (:

xoxo Alysha