Prompt: Role reversal au from anon.

"Soul, it's not that hard," Maka stated as she changed back to her human form from where she was resting on the field they were using for training. She was annoyed that Soul had dropped her for the fifth time that hour, never mind that day.

Soul looked embarrassed as he turned his head to the side, blushing horribly, he held his hand down for his meister to grab on to and he helped her onto her feet once again. "I'm sorry, okay? I haven't been training my whole life for this like you have."

Maka dusted of the back of her skirt. "Its ok, it's not really your fault. We just need practice!" she exclaimed. "Again." With that, her body glowed green as she took the form of an elegant, green and gold scythe.

Soul sighed, catching her in a gloved hand before moving to spin her around once more, like he had before. He was doing fine before he reached the move he messed up on before. When he tried it once more he dropped her halfway through changing his hands as he threw her.

She clattered to the floor before turning back into a human once again with a huff.

"We should take a break," Soul said uncertainly, "This can't be good for you."

"It's not so bad," Maka replied, before grinning "you are gonna have to give me a back massage when we get home though."

Soul groaned (he didn't really mind that much).


Taking an extra lesson so soon after their argument was foolish, yet here they were, standing on the london bridge facing a strange man.

Blackstar and Tsubaki where already done for, passing out from trying to use the Star Clans madness too soon. It was actually really uncool if Soul thought about it…

Not that he had time to, almost faster than his eyes could track, Maka was right in front of the man, her arm transformed and buried into the creature's chest. Well that was too easy, Soul would have thought someone with such an impressive soul would have lasted longer…

But why wasn't the soul separating from the body like what usually happened when they killed something?

"Maka, get out of there!" Soul yelled, panicked. That soul was not normal.

Luckily, Maka pulled her arm out and retreated to stand next to him. "What does his soul look like?" she asked, her voice hushed.

As Soul described it to her, Maka's face paled. "Soul, I think he is an immortal," she breathed out lowly, "I've read about them. I'm almost completely sure he is one, how else could he still be alive?"

"That's right," the man stated, his voice loud in the silence of the bridge, "I'm an immortal. How about I show you my true form?"

With that, his wicked grin turned sharped as his teeth and jaws elongated, his hair grew longer and wilder and his nails turned to claws.

Soul took a shuddering breath as he held out his hand for her to take, their sign for her to transform. She did as he commanded.

Her weapon form felt off, however. It was much, much too hot for him to hold. He dropped her onto the bridge with a clatter.

"Fuck," he swore looking at his seared gloves.

Maka seemed to share that sentiment as she turned back into her human form and charged at the damn werewolf herself. Her limbs turned into and out of blades as she punched and kicked, catching the werewolf in the stomach and managing to push him back a few feet. She actually looked like she was doing okay by herself.

That hurt Soul more than any fight could. It wasn't that he hated her independence, it was just that he wasn't that good at hand to hand combat and she was. Sure, he trained hard to learn how to beat the kishins they were assigned but he was still not as strong as the other meisters in their year. Or even her.

She had always wanted to be a meister, just like her mother. She asked him on a daily basis about what peoples souls looked like; during class, while they were away on missions, everywhere and anywhere. Sometimes he wished that she had soul perception instead of him, it would make her so happy if she was the meister in their relationship. He was glad he had it though, it was how he had first found out he was a meister.

But there she was, when their wavelengths didn't line up, charging the monster while he stood there like a fucking bump on a log.

It was then that he was pulled from his thoughts, the beast had pushed Maka towards the edge of the bridge and she was hanging off the side, with her arm turned blade embedded into the side of the bridge.

He charged at the beast and give it a firm kick, sending it sliding a few feet backwards. Quickly Soul reached down and grasped Maka's outstretched hand, pulling her back up to stand next to him on the bridge. Even when she was standing Soul didn't let go of her hand.

"Transform," he demanded.

Maka gasped, "No! I'll burn your hands!" she exclaimed, her voice fearful.

"Transform, Soul growled.

The werewolf had recovered from his shock by now and had moved to charge at them once again. With a green flash of light, Maka took the form of a scythe once more. Within moments of her transformation Soul's hands started to burn. He ignored it, favouring swinging madly at the monster when it got close enough, slicing it across the chest. He only pulled back for a moment before diving into the fray once more, his blood roaring in his ears and his palms burning on the usually cool metal of Maka's handle.

He only managed a few attacks, driving the werewolf towards the very edge of the bridge before Maka flew out of his hands, transforming as she went. His first thought was that she had slipped and fell out of his grip but no, the look on her face showed that this was planned.

She tackled Free, the werewolf, and sent them both plummeting off the edge.

"No!" Soul screamed, dashing forward.

He caught her just in time.

"I guess your ankles aren't that fat after all," Soul bit out, his palms stung and burned from where he had been burnt earlier and quite frankly hurt like a bitch but he didn't let go.

The wolf was, apparently, not ready to die. He sunk his claws into Maka's side as he fell, causing her to gasp in pain.

Soul didn't think he could hold up Maka and the werewolf. He was going to have to choose. Let them both go, keep himself safe and let Maka fall to her death alone or fall with her and possibly save her.

Just as Soul was about to let go of the bridge, a heavy, spiked steel ball connected with the monsters head, causing his to retract its claws in confusion.

Soul looked up to see the worried face of Tsubaki as she stood over them, Blackstar in his weapon form (a mace) in her hand. He returned to his human form and together they pulled up Maka and Soul. Soul immediately collapsed to the ground, his strenght gone from holding onto Maka for so long.

"Haha! How's that for a godly entrance?" Blackstar cackled, completely overlooking the fact that two of his closest friends had almost fallen to their deaths. He turned and made his way towards the hotel they were staying in for the night, crossing to the other side of the bridge.

"Come on," Maka said, grabbing his wrist, careful not to brush his palm as she pulled him to his feet. "Lets go back to our hotel room, we need to bandage your hands. Also, it looks like I'll be the one cooking for the next little while."

"Just make us something edible," Soul laughed before turning serious, "We need to bandage your wounds to."

With that the partners headed off, their souls aligning once more.