Based on the graphic novel: Mars

This is the first graphic novel I read, and without reading this I wouldn't be here today :)

Anyway I'm going to make this into a SoulXMaka fanfic, and I am completely following the story line, so I do not own anything! And read the graphic novel Mars by Soryo Fuyumi! It's amazing!

Characters:

· Maka as Kira

· Soul as Rei

· Liz as Harumi

· Kid as Tatsuya

Characters will add on as chapters go :)

Summary: She's a shy art student, afraid of boys and hated by her classmates. He's a rebellious motorcycle racer with girls dropping left and right just to talk to him. Their life's become intertwined when Maka asks Soul to model for her and, to everyone's surprise, he agree. As these two battle their personal demon and pressures of their classmates, they learn to not only love each other, but themselves.

Rating: T (13+) due to future scenes.

Disclaimer: I don't own 'Soul Eater' or 'Mars' those rights go to Ookubo Atsushi and Soryo Fuyumi.

Enjoy~

Chapter 1

Maka was sitting on a nearby park bench. She was enjoying drawing two little kids playing in a sand box. One thing about Maka is she was an amazing artist.

"Um excuse me...?" A husky male voice startled Maka. She looked behind her, "The University's Medical Center is supposed to be around here somewhere. Do you know where it is?" His shaggy white hair flowed in the breeze.

Maka quickly sketched a map for the man. She ripped it out of her sketch book, handed it to him and ran off.

"Huh? Hey...wait!" She was gone. "What was that all about?"

Maka arrived at home panting. "Maka? What's wrong you look upset." Maka's mother, Kami, came into view.

"I saw someone I don't like at the park."

"Someone you don't like?"

"He goes to my school. He's just some jerk."

Maka's mother looked at her with a worried look, "Don't tell me he did something to you...?"

Maka looked at Kami and said, "No, he just asked for directions. He probably doesn't even realize that we go to the same school."

'But I know him...He smokes cigarettes behind the teachers back...And that kind of stuff.' Maka remembered the time she saw him kissing that girl. 'I don't like him...'

"So you lost consciousness...Black Star?" Soul had a plain expression on his face as he talked to his injured friend.

"Yeah it was a huge crash at the opening race for the Grand Prix. The doctor said it's a miracle that I'm even alive."

"So, what's going to happen with the Grand Prix now?"

"I'm retiring obviously. Even if I wanted to keep racing, I can't with this body." Soul's friend, Black Star smiled at him as Soul kept the same plain expression.

"Is your leg really gone?" Soul asked boldly.

"Yeah it's gone. My right leg is history from the knee-down. To be honest I was done-for this time. I lost control on a corner. My body was floating in the air, and the next thing I knew, everything was dark."

"Were you scared?"

"No actually I don't remember. It was like I was dreaming." Soul began to space out, "Soul?"

"Huh?"

"Quit looking like that. You were totally spaced out. It's sick to be so into hearing about someone almost dying!"

Soul chuckled, "No, it's not that. I was just trying to imagine what it's like to die. 'Cause everyone dies, but nobody can explain what really happens. I mean you experience it and then BAM! You're gone from this world. That's why it's so interesting."

The door opened. It was Black Star's wife, Tsubaki, "Hey Soul! You came to visit!" She came in holding flowers. "It was kind of hard to find this place, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, but I had someone draw me a map on the way here."

Soul handed her the sketch of the map. "And you just crumpled it up? Hey...there's a drawing on the back..." Soul looked dumb-founded, "Wow! Look it's beautiful!" Soul took back the paper. He was amazed at the drawing, a mother holding her sleeping baby.

Tsubaki bought him a folder to keep it in, "See? Now it won't get crumpled."

"Thanks. How much was it? I'll pay for it."

She smiled at him, "Don't worry about it, it's just a folder. But I'm surprised. I would've expected you to just throw it out."

"Oh yeah...I don't have any artistic talent, so a drawing like this is amazing to me."

"Well, Soul...you ride so fast on your motorcycle. Black Star says you're incredibly stupid."

"What? Is he trying to piss me off?"

"It's his way of giving you a compliment. See here's proof." She held out a key.

"The Ducati Monster(1)!"

"He's giving it to you."

"No kidding? Are you serious?"

She shushed Soul, "Quiet down, we're in a hospital! Anyway, Black Star can't ride it anymore, and it's too heavy for me."

"It really is heavy when you ride it naked. (2) The bike tends to lean if you push it too hard."

Tsubaki looked at Soul stunned, "You should only be maxing it on the track! What kind of riding are you doing on the highway?" She calmed down.

"...So, I guess we won't see him on the track ever again." This hit her hard. She began to cry.

"He's still alive..." Soul now hugged his best friends' wife, "He lost a leg, but at least God let him keep his life. Soul, please promise me you won't do anything too crazy." She looked up at him with tears streaming down her face.

"I'll be okay. Besides, no one would cry over my death."

"Don't say that! If you died, I would be devastated. So would Black Star! There's always someone who cares. Someone whose life would simply stop. You just don't know it, or you haven't met them yet."

Soul had left with words lingering in his mind, 'There's someone out there...'

"Hearing Soul say thay it'd be fine if he died...I can't stand seeing him be so cold." Tsubaki sat next to Black Star's bed talking to him, "I wonder if he's not afraid of death. It's one thing if he's not afraid. With Soul, it's something worse. His reckless riding is just a game to him. If he dies, the game's over. If he stays alive, he's lucky. I couldn't rode the way Soul does. It's as if he has fun gambling with his life."

"He's only 16. How'd he get like that, anyway?"

Soul stood on the sub-way starring at the drawing.

People sat in the class room chatting about their spring break while Maka was sharpening her pencils quietly. Suddenly, a girl bumped into her desk, spilling all of her pencils on the ground.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Maka didn't say anything; she just picked up her pencils. "I apologized didn't I?"

"Don't worry about it. She's totally expressionless."

Maka was thinking while sharpening her pencils, 'It's not that I don't feel anything...I just feel like, no matter what I say, it won't get through. This classroom is so strange to me. I'm just different. No one pays any attention to me. But it's ok...It's easier that was.'

A motorcycle sped it's way through the school yard catching a teachers attention. The rider took off his helmet and shook his shaggy hair.

"Hey Evans! Do you have permission to ride your bike to school?" The teacher scolded.

"Gimme a break!"

"Where were you during the opening assembly?"

"I had a cold."

"Liar! I bet you were ditching class."

Soul ran his hands through his gravity-deifying hair, "Why did you ask me if you already knew the answer?"

"I'll see you in the guidance office later!"

"Hey Evans! I thought you got held back?" A random person asked.

Some girls squealed in the back, "Hey, Soul's in B-Class too. Awesome!"

"Yeah. Hi."

A high pitched annoying voice then boomed in Soul's ears, "Soul! I can't believe we're in the same class two years in a row! Our destinies must be intertwined!" Liz hugged Soul.

"Uh, let go now." A few girls snickered at the sight. "By the way, where's my seat?"

A plain voice then said, "Over here, in front of me." Kid point at the spot. Maka looked. That spot just happened to be right next to her.

"Oh boy, we're in the same class again! I guess we're just stuck with each other." Soul walked over to his seat.

'No way...! Why, of all people, is his seat next to mine?' Soul thought

"Why weren't you at the opening assembly?" Kid asked Soul.

"I was working." His answer was plain and simple.

"Hey, you want toplay Basketball after school? We have our usual bet with the guys from Northside. How does a 60-40 share sound? You get 60."

"It's gotta be 10-30."

'What am I going to do? I don't like this guy...' Soul and Kid began to argue. 'I wonder if he remembers me?' Maka began to worry.

"Hey everyone in their seats!" The teacher announced.

'It was only for a second...maybe he won't remember. Please God, make him forget who I am...'

Soul looked over to his left, "Hey..." he pointed at Maka. She blushed, "Hey, hey, hey! You." Maka looked down.

A/N: This was originally an ichiruki (IchigoXRukia) fanfic but the characters just didn't fit to what they actually were...SO! I made it into a SoulXMaka fanfic! Anyway read my other story, A Nice Summer Vacation! I'm taking a small break from it due to writers block but it'll be updated soon!

Definitions;

(1); The famous Italian motorcycle

(2); Riding a motorcycle with the cowls removed

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