A/N: okey dokey now. Sooo first Soul Eater fic. I've had this idea for awhile now, but just didn't know how to write it. Hopefully I do this rightJ

Chapter 1: Goodbyes

"Are you sure you packed everything?"

Maka had been fretting and nagging constantly the entire afternoon. Well, now that Soul thought about it, the entire week. She packed, unpacked and repacked all his clothes and crap like some stupid mom. So uncool.

Soul rolled his eyes. "Yes, Mom!" She glared at him from the bench but said nothing. Soul turned away from her to see what the others were up to.

Tsubaki was sitting in a bench, much like the on Maka was on, in the bus hut, watching with a small smile as her partner yelled at the other passengers about how "great" his is and how he'll "surpass the gods." she had her small red suitcase at her feet. It had Black*Star's autograph on it.

Soul turned his head to the left, only mildly interested in what Mr. OCD and his band of Psychos were doing.

Kid was currently on his knees, crying into two huge suitcases. Not huge. Frikkin' humungous! Liz and Patty must've packed their whole damn closet. Did they plan on staying at this training camp for more than a week?

"WORTHLESS TRASH! HAVE I TAUGHT YOU TWO NOTHING? HOW ASYMMETRICAL!," Kid suddenly shouted, grabbing arm fulls of clothing and spewing them about the dirt floor. Liz didn't even blink as her bras were flung into the road. Patti laughed hysterically.

"HEEHEEHEEHEE! Nee-chan's panties can fly!"

"SHUT UP PATTY!," Kid yelled again, whipping his head away from the puke pile of clothes to comically poitn a finger at the Thompson sisters. "LOOK AT THIS! IT'S A DISGRACE!" He turned back to the clothes, fumed at them for about five second, then bent silently to fold them back in the suitcases. Symmetrically, of course.

"I'm worthless trash," hee mumbled, tearing and sniffling. "I don't deserve to live. Damn, depressed, die…" Patti giggled again at his antics. Liz couldn't have cared less. Those guys are something' else, Soul thought.

"Hey look! The bus is coming!," someone shouted suddenly. Everyone turned to look at where they were pointing. In the distance, you could just make out a red blob, surrounded by giant sand clouds. It was getting bigger fast, so either the guy driving was a maniac or the desert had no speed limit. Maybe both.

The red bus came to a screeching stop in front of them, sending sand into the air. It rattled against the plexi glass of the bus hut, got in everyone's faces and clung to everybody's hair. Soul had just enough time to see Black*Star's mouth full of crappy sand before he had to shut his own eyes.

Behind him, Soul heard Maka squeal lightly as the sand hit her full force in the face. He couldn't help but laugh out loud at her priceless face. She glared again(when she got the sand out of her eyes) at him and brought her hand up for her signature move.

"What'r ya gonna do? You don't have a book-"

"MAKA CHOP!"

"OW! WHAT THE- WAS THAT YOUR HAND?"

"Yes," she said simply, standing up to dust of her skirt and vest. "Dammit, Maka," Soul swore,"That friggin' hurt!" She smiled triumphantly and waved to his suitcase. "Come on. They're boarding now." Soul rubbed his head furiously, trying desperately to make the pain subside. Getting a headache on this 3 hour trip would not be cool.

"I aint' carryin' it now!," he huffed sourly. "You do it. You hit me!" He slid his hands into his jean pockets and slouched off to the bus, leaving Maka to angrily, but dutifully, drag his case. I'll be glad to be rid of him for one whole week, she thought to herself.

When Soul got to the boarding line, Kilik was in front of him, Fire and Thunder on his shoulders. "Uh, Kilik?," Soul said, "You know this is a weapons only trip, right?" Kilik nodded his head vigorously and laughed when Fire and Thunder giggled as they bobbed up and down. "Like hell I'm letting' these two go off alone with you, Eater," he teased. Soul pretended to think deeply for awhile then nodded once. "Point taken."

"Besides," Kilik continued, "Me comin' on this trip is the least of your worries." He nodded behind Soul then stepped into the bus. Tsubaki, Liz and Patty got on too, having already said their goodbyes to their meisters.

Soul sighed and turned around. Maka was standing there,, hands clasped in front of hung low. "I put your suitcase in with the other luggage," she said softly. "Thanks," he said, but she didn't say more. "Come on, Maka," he started. She wouldn't meet his eyes.

"Cryin's not cool, Maka."

"I'm not crying!"

Soul chuckled as she did meet his eyes, glaring green meets ridiculing red. His laughter slipped into hiss signature smirk, and she couldn't help but give a small smile of her own. She hated how much power he had over her, but it gave her a strange thrill she didn't understand.

"You gonna miss me?," Soul asked.

Maka gave a long exaggerated sigh. "Oh, almost as much as seeing your boxers on the bathroom floor every morning." There was a hint of annoyance underneath the teasing tone.

Soul grinned devishly. "Why's that? It turn you on or something?"

"NO!," she yelled, a little too quickly, and she cursed silently in her head as she felt that all too familiar warmth creep its way up her neck and up to her face. Damn him and his stupid jokes, she thought.

Soul laughed again. He'd been laughing a lot that day. He'd have to laugh all he can now before being thrown into a world without Maka, heck even stupid Black*Star, for a week.

The school nurse, Medusa, pushed him into taking this trip. She'd said it'd be a great way to "rediscover' himself as a weapon. Make him stronger after the Demon Sword incident. Yeah, it made sense to do this, but he'd be on his own. He wouldn't make any friends, that wasn't his specialty. Tsubaki and the sisters were okay, but they weren't Kid or Black*Star.

They couldn't even begin to dream of being Maka.

"Soul Eater! Let's go! I never was a man to be late."

Sid's voice brought Soul out of his thoughts and back to reality. "Yeah,' he replied absently. Soul focused on Maka, who now was wringing her hands. He took one of her hands in his and begun to rub it soothingly.

"Hey, don't worry. I'll be back before ya know it!"

She looked into his eyes, and he was taken aback by the amount of worry he saw in those mossy eyes. She stared at him like this for awhile, before finding the consolation she needed, and the worry disappeared. She swiftly took her hand from him and wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face into his chest.

"Promise me. Promise me now," she whispered.

"Promise you what?," he asked, half listening, half worrying himself. If the guys saw her huggin' him like this- ugh so uncool.

"Promise me you'll make some friends," she said, more than a whisper, and turned her face slowly to look up at him. She was scowling just a little bit. It was probably because he had yet to put his arms down and embrace her back. Didn't he realize they'd be away from each other? That this was good bye? That she loved his hugs the most? That she wanted nothing more than for him to hold her?

"Oh, yeah, like that'll happen-"

"I'm serious, Soul!," she said with determination and authority. "At least try."

She was giving him that look again. That look that said "I'm the boss and you'll do as I say." He was her weapon. He belonged to her. She had so much control over him, and he felt that she could probably get him to do anything with that look. Hell, not even 'the look', just plain looking. He was whipped. Not cool.

He sighed. "Yeah, I promise. But no guarantees!"

Maka smiled at him. She knew he'd only half try, but at least he promised. That's all she'd get out of him. She looked up at the bus windows. Everyone was just about settled and ready to go, better get Soul on before Sid comes back. "Alrighty," she said happily, bouncing back from him to clap her hands once. "See ya in a week!"

"Yeah, see ya," he smiled back and turned to board the bus. Maka slowly walked backwards to the hut, never taking her eyes off Soul through the tinted windows. She laughed quietly as she saw him get visibly pissed that all the good seats were taken, then reserving himself to sit next to Kilik in the way back. Good thing those two get along well, she thought, or else poor Kilik'd be in for one hell of a road trip.

Maka turned to walk away as soon as Soul was seated, but stopped mid step when she heard a window being slid open. She turned back around to find Soul, leaning over Kilik, to yell out the window at her.

"Yo, Maka! I'm gonna come back with so many friends, you're gonna wish you never made me promise anything!"

She laughed at his childish grin, accepting the unspoken bet. The bus started to roll away and she jogged after it. "Just as long as I'm still your best friend, Eater!," she yelled at him, laughing again.

She reached the end of the pavement and stopped to wave them off. Soul leaned half way out the window, nearly falling out.

"Hah! Like I could ever you replace you Tiny-Tits. Never!"

Never.

And just like that he was whisked away. Taken to a camp where he was to strengthen his skills as a weapon, improve his overall well being, then come home to his partner and share his findings with his best friend. His always best friend. Never to be replaced.

If only poor Soul Eater Evans and Maka Albarn knew it was bad to make promises you could never keep.

Never.

A/N: I don't know bout all of you, but im quite pleased with myself. Might not be 100 reviews worthy, but, eh1 I get by. Tallest me what you think.

And for any of you who are dr who fans, did u watch Saturday's episode? Holy crap im so excited for this kid to be done born! And it has inspired me…

Soul Eater meets Doctor Who anyone?