Disclaimer: Hey, now, it's my first time to write a fanfic about SoulxMaka (SoMa) or a couple other than KidxCrona so advanced sorry if this sucks. ^^

Chapter 1: Ambush

Walking through the dark walls of Death City at night was eerie. Maka walked alone with a few books against her chest. She had been studying in the library at the academy. Soul thought this was boring so he decided to go home without her. Maka didn't mind. She thought she can go home by herself anyway. She did it numerous times before especially when she and Soul fights at school. She paused, glanced up and admired the shiny, shimmering stars glowing in white and surrounding the menacing moon who grinned down at her. She gazed at her wrist watch and saw that it was already 7:30 pm. She contined to walk but faster this time.

Death City was awfully very quiet tonight. It gave her the creeps. "I wonder if Soul's hungry already," she thought. She tried to think of other things from keeping her being afraid of walking alone. Suddenly, she sensed three unfamiliar human souls ahead of her. She stopped walking and tried to detect where they were coming from. She opened her eyes as she concluded that they were in that alley on the right side of the street. The buildings there were abandoned already but she had to go through them to be able to go to their apartment. She forgot that the only thing she was afraid of when walking alone homeward were those buildings in ruins. It happened a few weeks ago when a fire accident occurred but lucky for Maka and Soul, the fire didn't reach their apartment. Lord Death have heard this problem and promised to fix it but recently he and other people (shibusen staff) are busy for preparing the battle on the moon.

Maka took a deep breath. Even though she was now a death scythe meister, she still feared normal people. She was just a meister. A meister without her weapon is more likely weak and useless. The weapon on the other hand, even if he is alone, he can still transform into his weapon form partially and protect himself from danger. She should have known better than to let Soul go home without her. But there was no turning back now. She dragged her feet forward, her heart beat sped up as she started to walk faster. She smelled cigarette smoke and at corner of her eye, she saw three silhouettes of three guys that looked like they were about 20-25 years old, one was chubby and the two was tall and lanky. Their eyes and clenched teeth glistened. Maka covered her mouth. Her eyes narrowed. She never liked the smell of cigarette smoke and she will never.

The place where the guys were was too wide to be an alley but it was still considerable as an alley. It was murky there and Maka still saw burned cements, woods, furniture, etc. One hand pulled one of Maka's ponytails, making her fall back to the ground that produced a loud thud. The boys started laughing like evil maniacs as they surrounded and stared down at the scythe technician who was closing her eyes. Her face was twitching because of the pain. Her fall was rather malignant. It made her body feel so weak.

She even thought one of her bones got fractured. Her books were scattered on the ground. She squinted and saw vague outlines of people, laughing at her. She turned her head to the side and tried to reach out one of her books that have fallen. But a foot that stepped her lower left arm prevented her to do this. She gritted her teeth and grunted in pain. She was too weak and afraid to utter any words. She slowly raised her trembling legs in an attempt to kick the two guys in front of her. But the two guys quickly gripped her ankles and held her up making her face the ground upside down. They laughed. They could see her panty. Maka's eyes widened and her pupils reduced as she held the hem of her skirt and covered her panty. Tears started to leak out from her shivering eyes. "Y-you… you perverted men!" she finally shouted despite her dehydrated mouth. "Let go of me, lowlives!" The men stopped laughing.

"As you wish," said one guy. He grinned then he and his friend let go of Maka. Maka fell to the ground once more but this time she pushed the ground to sit up as she scowled at the guys.

"You dare look down on us now just because you're a death scythe technician already?" said the other guy.

Maka picked up a book and threw it at the guy. The book stayed on the guy's face and slowly slipped down, showing the angry face of the guy. Maka's bangs covered her eyes. She was still on the ground. "No one has to be in higher position to look down on you guys. Even normal humans would say the same thing!" She slowly stood up. Now she wasn't trembling anymore. She clenched her fists in anger. She was like a volcano that was going to interrupt. "You men… you are all disgusting… treating girls like toys… you make me sick."

"Hmm… you seem to love books so much," one of the skinny guys said as he picked up one of her books. He opened it and ripped one page and started tearing it to pieces. Maka's eyes widened and her jaw dropped when she saw what the guys did. It was like her heart was also torn into pieces. "Hey, guys, help me here!" the guys said as he smirked at Maka. The other guys did what he said and they started snickering. Maka's feet seemed to be stoned to the ground. She closed her eyes then ran towards the guys and pushed the two of them. "Stop! Stop! Please! Papa gave that to me!" she said as she tried to reach out for the book that Spirit gave her. The guys he pushed away was now holding her arms preventing her from coming close to the guys who was holding her precious book. That guy held the edge of the page and slowly he pulled down the page, ripping it off. "Noooooo!" Maka screamed. The guys holding her let go off her. Maka fell to the ground but she used her arms to push her up but she stayed like that for long. She seemed to be bowing at the guy holding the book. She was crying now. "Please… I beg you… let go of my book already…"

"Hah! You're so useless without a weapon! Take back all you said first then I'll give this back to you!" said the guy. He and his friends laughed.

"She said let go," a deep nonchalant voice said.

Maka saw a familiar shadow on the ground. She lifted her head. "S-Soul…?"

Soul didn't look back at her. Instead, he transformed into his weapon partially and pointed the blade at the guy who was holding Maka's book. He was obviously pissed off. Maka glanced at Soul's eyes. They never looked so cold and threatening like that before. She, herself, felt intimidated. But she was relieved the only guy She really trusts finally arrived which made her smile. The guy holding her book looked back, at Soul. The book was still in his hands. His clenched teeth and blue eyes shivered. "Death… Death scythe!"

"Let go of it, man," said his friend. "We're no match for this!"

"Here!" said the guy holding the book as he bent down, put the book on the ground in front of Maka, quickly stood up and slowly walked away with his hands up as if he was a criminal being caught by a police.

When he was a few meters away from Soul already, he joined his friends as they start to walk away. One guy tsked and glared at Soul. He dug his hand into his pocket and followed his friends. "We'll get you, next time… Maka Albarn."

Maka and Soul watched the guys walk away. Then Maka gazed at her book, grapsed its cover and held it against her chest. Soul bent down and placed a hand on her shoulder. "You okay?" he said.

"Have you ever been when it was good?" Maka said coldly.

Soul looked at his meister with concern eyes. "Maka…" he whispered.

Maka stared into Soul's crimson eyes. She gave him a quizzical look.

"You could have been killed."

Maka looked away. Her bruised on the face was still reddening. "I know."

Soul suddenly wrapped his arms around Maka, making her eyes widen. "This is why you shouldn't love books so much."

Maka smiled. Her heart softened and she felt calm. She slowly held Soul's back. "Thanks, Soul," she said softly.

A/N: First chapter finally done. ^^ Hope ya liked it even just a little.