Authors note:

This is the first story I've ever posted on this fine website. I do plan on making it longer. My brain just wouldn't let me sleep until I posted this. It will fit the rated M thing later. I promise. And, I love Soul X Maka, I just needed a good story starter. Uh. I manly wrote this for myself. Enjoy if you like.

I can still see his body falling. Down. Down to a nothing I can even begin to imagine. He screams. The blood trickled into his mouth. He closes his eyes. A single tear falls up as the rest plummets lower and lower. And even in my none rational mind, I realize I can't save him. My arms aren't even reacting to my body's stress signals to grab what's left of the mangled body I see before me. He smiles, and then his familiar face disappears into black.

"Soul…" Just then the girl awoke from her slumber. She ran a trembling hand through her matted unwashed hair, and inhaled deeply the sent of an apartment she once used to love. The apartment that was the old Maka Albarn's. The apartment that was once Souls.

She stood up, realizing that her attempts to sleep would all prove fruitless. Grabbing a few skimpy garments from her closet, and losing a few ounces of dignity, she shuffled down the back steps on to the cold streets that where Death City. She wasn't exactly in the most steady of minds, and to her it seamed that this would be the best way to work off steam.

She stood on the edge of a street, fabric barley covering any of her skin, and lifted her right leg into the crisp air. After a few uneventful minutes, she changed to stumbling down the sidewalk in a fake drunk wobble. She had almost walked a mile before any one stopped.

"Need a ride?" The voice sounded a bit to clean, to innocent for some one who would pick up a hooker, but she stumbled into the back seat of his car anyways.

"Where to miss?" Correction. Way to clean and innocent. Maka tried any ways.

"Your place. My place. A park bench. I'm 100% free. Of both charge and STD's." She looked at him to gauge a reaction, but his face showed no new emotions.

"Excuse me?"

"God. Ever herd of a slut? A prostitute? At least you know of whore's right? Just drive somewhere. I'll make it worth your time." She ran one of her cold hands down his shirt, ending just before his crotch.

The boy was dumb struck. He moral code is what lead him to offering a ride to the woman, and it just lead to the opportunity of sex with a complete stranger. His mind couldn't wrap around the idea. But his dick sure could.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." He looks back towards her, while still in park in the middle of the road. "Nothing good ever came from assuming things like this could be free. The price is just hidden."

"Come now. Is it not true that all the good things in life are free? And trust me." Maka lowers her hand down and gropes his dick. "This will be good." She could make a convincing argument, though she had never actually been on the seducing side of foreplay before. She had dated a plethora of men, but never by her own devices. She always waited for them to make the first move. Its not like she even loved any of them. She had only ever fallen for one man. Her roomie, her classmate, her partner. Soul.

"I'll live to regret this. Oh, I will so regret this." He mummers to him self while putting the car in drive. "Your place? I have two live in's. Not that they care who I sleep with. But if they don't see you again they'll think I'm a player. And that would screw over all the respect they have for me. And I don't know what my pet mon-"

"Calm down. My place is fine." She couldn't help but laugh at the mans frantic speech. That was the first time she had even exercised the vocal cords in charge of creating laughter vibrations sense Souls death. She immediately put back on clean face. "My place is just around that bend." She said while gesturing with her fingers to the street corner two turns ahead. "I really didn't make it far, did I?" She puts her palm to her forehead and pushes it back into the leather seat. "And, I haven't got a room mate." She uses the middle of her thumb to wipe at her left eye then looks up to see his face looking at her in the review mirror.

"Not to be rude, if this is typically your profession, but you don't look the type." He eyes her over again. "That doesn't even look like its yours."

At this she full out laughs. Head leaned back, hands on her stomach, a full-blown laugh.

"What's so funny? I didn't mean to insult you."

"No…" She manages to choke out between laughing attacks "Your spot on. This isn't mine."

"Then who's is it?"

"Its my cats."