Usual disclaimers apply. Don't own Soul Eater.

I haven't written fanfiction in a while, but I am just fascinated by Soul Eater, especially the relationships. Soul and Maka are a goldmine of conflict and loyalty. This is my attempt at a plot driven romance, so expect some pretty severe mood shifts. This first chapter is just a prologue, so it's pretty short. The rest will be longer unless I cut them up for stylistic reasons. I'm going to put this back at T for a few chapters, but the rating will go up for violence, language, and sexual situations.

Hope you enjoy!

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"Maka!"

Soul's distorted voice gave her enough warning to shift her left leg out of the way of the chain. Quickly rebalancing she thrust the pole of her scythe at the pre- keshin's head. Well. At one of the heads.

"On the right."

But Maka had already seen it. Twirling Soul as she ran left Maka used the momentum to make her turn fast and efficient. Soul managed to slice off the left head entirely then became buried halfway through the remaining skull. Feeling her feet leave the ground as the monster reared back Maka hung onto Soul with both hands. Kicking her leg out Maka swung her body upwards using the leverage to shear through the pre-keshin's face. Rolling neatly as she landed she flicked the blood off of Soul best she could before he transformed. Slouching comfortably on the cobblestones Soul drooled in anticipation of his next meal.

"Heh. Two heads. Shoulda had two eggs."

"I think you'll manage."

Soul nodded his accent, his mouth full. Maka rotated her shoulder. That second head had been thick.

"Thanks for the head's up on that chain. I guess two heads are better than one!"

Soul groaned at her lame joke. "Not cool Maka. Have you been waiting the whole fight to say that?"

"Yep."

Soul shook his head as the fell into step back to the apartment. The air was chill, damp from a light fog that had settled over the city. Soul wished they had taken the bike. He could be eating curry in ten minutes instead of forty. And he like the way the engine sounded in the narrow alleys on this side of the town.

"Curry tonight?"

Grunting non-committal Soul still felt moisture start to gather under his tongue. He was hungry dammit.

"Did you finish that anatomy diagram? I filled in the common names but I still don't have all the Latin yet. Skeletal and Musculature! One test! Professor Stein is brutal." Soul didn't miss that she seemed more determined that upset. The thing wasn't due till Friday. If she was feeling generous Maka usually "accidentally" left some of the more onerous homework out on the coffee table for him. She was cool like that.

"Nah. I've been thinking about the skirmish training tomorrow." Soul thought it would be safe to say he had been thinking about school, but he didn't miss the slight frown Maka sent in his direction. She knew he hadn't finished the assignment.

"Everyone's gonna be paired against someone they've never fought before. I hear the Morning Sun classes take the physical exams really seriously. I guess that means it will be just like sparring with Black*Star."

Soul grunted again. A little strategic sparring sounded pretty good right now. Maka and he had been on a roll for the last month. Their resonance levels had been better than ever and even

Little Ogre had been quiet since the battle on the moon. Soul wondered what they could do against the attacking arm of the Shibousen. "I'm just glad it's in the afternoon. I can sleep in."

Maka hummed, but she was starting to learn to pick her battles. And most assignments were at night. And Soul was a sixteen year old boy. From what Maka observed they (boys) were all nocturnal by nature, even Kid. Soul dug the apartment keys out of his pocket while Maka checked the mail. It had taken them a while to learn that the pockets in skirts weren't up to the rigorous exercise a Meister put them through. Soul made it three steps through the door before he had a face full of… well, Blair. Maka calmly stepped over his writhing form, determined to not let it bother her.

Blair was clothed and the rice cooker starting to boil before Soul came out the bathroom freshly showered, barefoot and his hair more upright than usual. Maka dished up his oversized helping before refilling her water glass. Soul turned on the tinny kitchen radio, enjoying the domesticity of his life. It was simple and calm here. And Maka, for all her unfeminine attributes, did make decent curry.

"Blair? You joining us?"

"Naya. Bu-tan has a date!"

The door was shut before either could respond and Soul returned to his curry. The snare in the background was creating a driving erratic rhythm, making his foot tap on the linoleum. Maka was eating methodically, her eyes half looking at the book by her side, half glazed over in exhaustion. She always wound down way before he did. Midnight, one a.m., Soul hit his groove, started to get antsy. Even with his new, hectic Death Scythe schedule the nighttime was still when he felt most awake. However, his need to play video games till three in the morning did not fit into Maka's time management schedule. He had learned to invest in studio quality headphones. (Bonus? Protection from Maka-CHOP's.) When Soul hadn't seen any utensils make it to her mouth in a few minutes Soul nudged the foot she had braced Blair's chair.

"Ima go crash on the couch for a bit. You headed to bed?"

Maka started at his touch then quickly rallied. "Huh? Oh yeah. Good Idea. I think I'll wash up first." She nudged his foot back in a friendly manner before rinsing her bowl out in the sink. Soul listened to the shuffle of her footsteps, the sound of water hitting tile. He ate another bowl of curry in front of the television, listened to the rustle of clothing and felt the rush of warm air that came out of the bathroom with her.

"Night"

Maka just waved, half asleep in her matching pajamas before closing her bedroom door. Soul zoned on the couch for several more hours, trying not to consciously think about how much he likes the delicate soapy scent coming out of the bathroom.

Ta-da. *spirit fingers* First Soul Eater Fanfic. This chapter was mostly to establish where Soul and Maka are in their relationship, and in school. I'm guessing Soul is around 16 and Maka a young 15 at this point in their Spartoi career. Any question or if you noticed any glaring mistakes (I'm un-beta'd) please let me know.

Thanks for reading.