Hi, hello! Shadowmistx98 here!

Ha ha! So, I'm still alive guys! XD Finally got to upload another SE fanfic cause some of you guys are asking me. But hey, ideas don't always come in mind.

So here's a one for you. This is a view on how these partners met (in my own perspective of course) and we start with Maka's view and thoughts on Soul, so this chapter is a Maka-centric kind of chapter. Next will be Soul's point of view. Pardon me if I hadn't grasped their personalities well, I haven't been writing for them for a long time.

Hope you guys enjoy reading this :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater.

Maka closed the door behind her and leaned to it. She took a deep breath and blew the bangs on her forehead as she exhaled forcefully.

She straightened her posture and walked slowly towards the living room.

Meisters-only class had gone longer than she expected. The sun was already setting when she reached the apartment.

"Soul, I'm ho–" Maka stopped as she saw her partner sleeping soundly on the couch.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Geez, what do I expect?"

Placing her hands on her hips, she continued to watch Soul. Maka didn't know why she had him as a weapon or why she even extended her arm for partnership.

ooo

She reminisced the first time she entered Death Weapon Meister Academy. She stood there at the façade with a couple of students for the "newcomers'" ceremony. She couldn't remember much of what Lord Death was saying that time but she definitely remembered her blue-haired ninja friend making a scene on one of the giant spikes in front of the academy. Oh, brother, she didn't even know how Black Star was even able to pull a stunt like that. It was embarrassing if she was to do it.

But putting that aside, Maka had one thing on her mind. She had a dream. She had a goal. And that goal was to make a death scythe stronger than her father.

She often fantasized herself in front of the crowd of students, being idolized. But of course, she couldn't achieve it just by herself. She needed to find a partner – a weapon. Preferably a scythe just like her dad.

Maka had looked for ways to find her. Take note, her. She didn't want anything to do with guys. For her, her father had already set quite an impression and impact on the male kind. They would only break her trust over and over again, just like what he did with her mother.

Given earlier, she wanted a scythe. But other than that, she wanted her partner to be just like her. One that was intelligent and capable of understanding things. One that liked books. She would imagine them talking all night about one book and then sharing opinions about it. But that wasn't all. She secretly wanted her to have a small – chest. She dreaded to admit it to herself but she didn't want to be compared to her partner-to-be.

Unfortunately, she didn't find anyone like the one on her list. It's already been a month and she was kind of losing confidence. She was getting irritated. But what's more irritating is that Black Star had already found a partner and was moving out of the dorms. How come he found someone faster than her? Out of the two of them, she would honestly assess herself as the more 'desirable' meister. Bless his weapon's poor soul.

Be that as it may, Maka brushed it off and continued to search. A week later, Lord Death had conducted a party – specifically for those who haven't found any partner yet.

Somehow, she felt embarrassed to attend but other than that, she took it as an opportunity to find someone.

Evening approached and everybody was up and enjoying themselves. Maka tried her best to avoid her father while trying to find a partner.

Hours passed and most of them already established partnerships. To Maka's dismay, she didn't.

Perhaps, she was too picky? But she didn't want it the other way either.

Maka went out to take in some fresh air – maybe clear her mind from the frustrations. A couple of minutes passed and she went back in hopes that not all of the people were taken.

Walking across the corridor, she continued to think of what she'll do and what will happen if she didn't find anyone tonight. After turning to a corner, Maka bumped into someone, interrupting her trail of thoughts.

She stopped, looked back and glared at whoever that was.

He was a guy with white and spiky hair. His hands were in his pockets and much to Maka's anger, he kept walking away without looking back.

"Excuse me? A simple 'sorry' would be nice," Maka sounded sassy.

The boy stopped and turned his head to his side uttering a 'sorry' with a deep voice. Then, he continued to walk away.

Okay, Maka didn't just want a simple sorry. The way he did it just ticked her off.

She called out to him with a 'hey' as she approached him furiously.

"Hey!" she shouted for the last time as she tugged his arm out of his pocket forcefully.

At the moment their hands connected, she felt a jolt run up through her spine. Her body froze. Her soul felt weird but felt like it was in the right place.

Maka saw his face. He had red eyes and unusually sharp teeth. She stared at him for a while but eventually let go of him.

The boy sighed and groaned. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? Geez."

Maka fell silent. She followed him with her eyes as he walked away again. Intrigued, she felt the urge to follow him. But Maka was torn on following him and going back to the party where she could find a partner.

She looked at both directions, deciding on what to take.

Finally, she made up her mind and decided to follow that weird guy – cautiously, of course. He didn't seem to notice her so she assumed he was either a meister with no soul perception or a weapon.

Maka peeked from a corner and saw him enter a room. She took a deep breath and stood before it. The soul inside of it was at rest. She decided she'll enter the room and look at whatever he's up to.

But even before she could reach the doorknob, a harmony of notes startled her.

Piano?

She dropped her hand to her side and continued to listen to the melody. It had a dark tone to it but at the same time, beautiful. She didn't know many songs, but to her, she could say that this was a masterpiece. Now she was really intrigued by this fellow.

Maka reached for the door knob and quietly opened the door. As it opened, she heard the music more clearly. She entered and looked around. A music room. She wasn't really that inclined with music so she didn't know this room in the academy.

There she saw the boy, sitting in front of the piano, playing it. He didn't see her because he had his back turned away from the door. Maka carefully closed the door behind her so that he wouldn't notice.

She continued to listen. She was fascinated at how he played. The incident earlier no longer bothered her.

He then pressed the last note of his piece and sighed after it.

"Wow," Maka quietly said but audible for him to hear. The room didn't have many things so her voice echoed.

The boy twitched and hastily looked back at her. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Maka raised her hands. "I-I didn't mean to barge in–"

"Aren't you that flat-chested girl earlier?"

Maka's jaw dropped at his statement. "Excuse me!? What did you just say!?"

The boy groaned in response and rubbed his napes. He rested his arms on the keys of the piano, making an undesirable sound.

Maka crossed her arms and pouted.

"You still haven't answered my question," he started again. "What are you doing here?"

Maka arched a brow. "I should be asking you the same; you should be there at the party."

"Hmph, smartass," he replied as an insult but Maka swore she heard a small laugh with it.

Maka rolled her eyes and tapped her fingers on her forearms. The room was once again silent and it was awkward.

"Hey," Maka started. "You play beautifully."

He looked at her and then back away. "You don't even know me."

"I really do–" Maka paused as she tried to analyze his face. "–think it's beautiful."

He sighed. "Did you follow me? That's not cool."

Maka placed her hands on her hips and looked away. "N-no. I was just intrigued."

"Pfft, so you did follow me," he added quickly. Maka groaned and glared at him.

"Look, you probably didn't feel it earlier but," Maka raised both of her hands as she tried to explain. "Earlier, there was something weird when I came across you."

The boy continued to listen to her.

Maka scratched her head trying hard to find the right words. "It's hard to explain you know, but there's something really weird concerning our souls–"

"Yeah, I know," he cut her off making Maka stare at him. "I felt it too."

Maka continued to stare at him, mouthing an 'oh'. The room went silent again. Maka broke it so she wouldn't feel any awkward.

"Um," Maka slowly took steps forward. "My name's Maka. Maka Albarn."

She stopped when she was only 2 meters away from him. She placed her hands on her back and looked at him for an answer.

He looked back at her and down. "I'm Soul Ev–"

Maka raised an eyebrow when he stopped abruptly.

"Soul Eater."

Maka shrugged. Sure, 'Ev' and 'Eat' doesn't sound alike but she brushed it off as she was more baffled with his first name.

"Soul? That's an unusual name," her intonation raised as she pondered.

Soul sighed. "I know, but a unique name's cool, right? And besides, I'm sure there are more people around here with a weirder name."

Maka nodded. She thought about Black Star's name and it was a little weirder than Soul's.

Her eyes then widened in sudden realization that she wasn't in the party where she's supposed to find a partner. But the weird thing is that she didn't want to go back. Instead, she wanted to stay in company with Soul right now.

She felt at ease with him even though he insulted her earlier. And the weirdest part was she wanted to ask him for partnership even though she still wasn't sure if he was a meister or a weapon.

She was about to open her mouth to say something when Soul spoke.

"Are you a meister?"

Maka closed her mouth and nodded. "Yeah. And you?"

"Weapon."

Maka tilted her head. "What kind?"

Soul looked at her before answering. "Scythe."

Maka's eyes widened. A scythe? For real? He was right in front of her! Number one on her list! But he was a guy… And she didn't know him well.

"What?" Soul asked. "You're probably thinking I'm an impractical weapon," he said with a sad snicker.

"No. I'm actually looking for a scythe," Maka admitted. Soul looked quite surprised with her answer.

Maka was thinking. If she would go back to the party, there's no guarantee that she'll find someone. But now, this guy is in front of him. A weapon. A scythe.

It's either take it or leave it.

Maka took a deep breath and gathered all her guts.

"I know you're probably going to think I'm weird for this," Maka said. "But would you like to be my partner?"

Soul only looked at her in surprise. He then turned back to his piano, looking down on it. "I don't know…"

"Well, I don't see any reason why we couldn't be together," Maka shrugged but turned red as soon as she realized the double meaning she conveyed. "N-not together together. Together partners, is what I meant to say."

Soul laughed at Maka's fret. Maka pouted and looked at him; she couldn't see what face he was making because he had his back turned from her. She crossed her arms and felt as if she's insulted by him, laughing for her suggestion.

He then placed his fingers on his keys and started to play again. Maka loosened up as he did this. He was playing another piece. Not as dark as before but still as beautiful as it sounded. It denoted some kind of a soothing tune. She could only stare at him as he played.

She slowly walked forward beside him, but not that close. She looked at him as he played. His fingers gracefully danced on the keys accompanied by the graceful music he was playing. She looked at his face. A slight hint of smile can be seen from his lips.

Maka continued to observe him as he played. The tempo then slowed down to a finish. After pressing the last note, he looked up at Maka with a grin.

Maka could only smile back despite how strange his smile looked. But Maka assumed it was only because of his teeth.

Maka reached out a hand. She wasn't sure if Soul was going to accept it but she did it anyway. Soul then stood and took her hand with a smile.

Ooo

That was quite a way to answer her question. Out of the things she wanted as a partner, being a scythe was the only thing he had fulfilled. Soul wasn't a girl. Soul was smart – just lazy – given the fact that he tried to cheat in multiple exams. Soul wasn't a bookworm – he hated how Maka continued to collect books in her room.

But there's something she forgot to include in her list.

Soul compatibility.

She understood how they were drawn together at their first meaning. He was the opposite of what she dreamed to have but for so many reasons, they worked well for each other.

Sure, they fight a lot but either way, it wasn't that big to affect their partnership.

Maka placed her bag on the floor and approached Soul.

She sat on her heels and looked at him. She gently shook his arm, calling out his name. Soul opened one eye in response and groaned.

Maka looked at him as he sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"Maka? You just got in?" Soul asked groggily.

Maka stood up. "Yeah, Professor Stein had as detained for almost three hours."

Soul snickered at Maka's statement. "Hahaha, it must've been so boring!"

Maka rolled her eyes and waved her hand up and down. "Yeah, yeah. Did you eat already?"

Soul shook his head and yawned. "Nah, I was waiting for you, actually."

Maka's eyes sparkled momentarily. How sweet of him.

"After all, it's your turn to cook dinner," Soul added. Maka frowned and turned away to walk to the kitchen.

Soul laughed at Maka's reaction. A nerve appeared on Maka's forehead and threw a book to his face. It hit him straight on his face.

"Argh! What the hell!?" Soul pinched his nose. "Where do you get those damn books of yours!?" Soul noted the fact that her bag was placed on the floor.

Maka stuck out a tongue and continued to go to the kitchen.

"Urgh," Soul continued to pinch his nose while he scratched his head with his other hand.

What was that saying again?

Opposites do attract.