AN: Hello! Thanks to everyone for the great feedback on Good Will Hunting By Myself! This one is based off the Broken Bride Saga by Ludo. The songs are (in order): Broken Bride, Tonight's The Night, The Dragon And The Lamb, and Morning In May. If you have no idea what this Saga is, then listen to it! I don't own Soul Eater or the music. Basically what happened before the phone call is Kid and Maka were already together and engaged. She was living at Kid's place and Liz and Patti had moved out. Maka was driving to the DWMA from Kid's when the accident happened.

"No... NO!" I dropped the phone, refusing to believe the horrid words whispered emotionlessly through the line. Maka, the girl I've loved for so many years, was in an accident. She was driving to the DWMA from my place when a drunk bastard was going too fast and collided with her car. I rushed to the hospital she was stationed in on Beelzebub, and arrived in two minutes. I hopped off and ran into the hospital, only stopping to find her room number. As I ran passing room after room, so many things were going through my mind. What if she died? Will she be okay? Will I have to reap her?!

"No..." I said through gritted teeth. She will not die. She is my soul mate; my life. If she dies, so do I. I forbid her to die; not now, not ever.

I finally reach her room. Black Star, Tsubaki, Marie, Patti, Liz, Spirit, and Blair were sitting outside waiting. They all were crying, even Black Star. Liz was the first to speak to me. "Kid... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.." she sobbed. Just as she spoke, Stein walked out of the hideous black and white room that stunk of death and blood; attempting to hide his tears. "Kid" he said solemnly "She wants to talk to you". I rushed into the awful room, only to see her small form underneath a white sheet and blanket. She was the only one in there. As I reached her bed; I pulled a chair from the side of the room. She tried to turn and face me, but only her head would move. "Kid-kun?" she spoke quietly. "Shhh.. Maka, I'm here."
"Kid, I'm going to be straight forward. I'm going to die. Stein said theres too much damage and too much internal bleeding..."
"No. You will live; you have to! I... I love you Maka! Please! Please don't go! Please..." I sobbed, tightly clutching her hand.
"I love you too Kid. I always have, but sadly it won't change the fact that I'm dying. Don't cry, it'll be okay... Please don't Kid. I'll see you again. I love you..." Maka said, breathing her last.

The heart monitor flat-lined and started to alarm the doctors. I still sat there, tears freely streaming down my face. "Time of Death: 8:08 AM." a doctor said. I proceeded to shoot up from the chair and grabbed the doctor by the collar. "She's not dead. Take that back.. SHE'S NOT DEAD!" I screamed. Father appeared through a mirror so that he may preform the reap. I noticed however, threw the doctor, and ran to my father. "YOU ARE NOT REAPING MAKA!" I yelled, standing in front of Maka's bed. "Kid, move." my father ordered.

"No."

My father had no option but to Reaper Chop me. He reached the side of Maka's bed, and stuck his hand in her chest. He pulled out a small, orange soul with wings. He carefully cradled the soul in his hands as tears fell from his mask. "Goodbye Maka-chan. You're the daughter I've always wanted. May you rest in peace in the Nether." he whispered and her soul was enveloped in a white light. Maka's soul slowly dissolved from his hands, but in Lord Death's head, she told him to say that she loved everyone and to tell Kid that she was sorry. "Will do Maka." he said as her soul completely faded.

A few hours later, I woke from the Reaper Chop. "Maka... Maka?! I yelled, shooting from my bed in the Gallows. Outside, Father braced himself to tell me that Maka is dead, but before he could I started screaming in agony. This was my fate as a shinigami since I lost Maka. I would forever be in pain until I passed away. As I continued to scream, Father tried his hardest not to scream with him. He had to leave the room while his only son mourned and was in agony. What kind of a father was he?! He was unable to help his own son! "God damn it!" he cursed. "Why does this always happen?! Why can't one of us have a soul mate without them dying?! Why Kid?! He did nothing to deserve this!"

I continued screaming until my throat was dry and raw. I screamed for the loss of Maka and from the intense pain in my soul. Once I realized I could no longer scream, I just cried. Silent tears of mourning ran down my cheeks and onto the black satin sheets below. There I sat for about three hours until my father walked in. "You bastard..." I choked. My father understood however, and walked over to me. He evolved me in the biggest hug he could give, and tried to comfort me. I tried to push him away, but failed. He told me that he was sorry; there was nothing he could do. Maka was dead, but he said her memory lived on.

"Why?" I asked. "Why did she have to go?! I want her by my side, not her memory! I don't give a shit about her spirit! I can't get married, have a family, and grow old with a spirit! I want her!" I cried out. "I will bring her back! That's it! I'll figure out how Stein brought Sid back! I'll do that! Then she'll be back and-"
"Son, you can't do that. As a reaper, you can't bring back the dead without major consequences."
"Then I'll suffer through them! As long as Maka is with me-"
"No. The consequence is death. Not you, not me, but everyone will die. Are you that selfish? You are willing to kill innocent lives, just to see Maka for a single second?! She'll die too!" he yelled. His rage was evident even through his mask.

I was stunned beyond words. My father, the one who was supposed to comfort me and tell me that I can try whatever I want because he knows that its impossible, was yelling at me. "What the hell?!" I yelled, enraged. "What the hell's your problem?! The love of your life didn't just die! What's wrong with hope?! Can't I hope to bring Maka back?!"
"... I'm sorry" Father said. "I understand how you feel because I went through the same thing with your mother, and I should be more understanding."

Behind him, the mirror started ringing. "Lord Death, there is a problem with the paperwork for the funeral. Please report to your office before Spirit slices your desk in half." Stein said. He, too, was affected by Maka's death. She was like his daughter since she hated Spirit. He had become a silent being who had no idea what to do. His eyes no longer shone even remote happiness and joy. He wasn't always dissecting and when he wasn't, he'd visit Maka. Now he didn't have that urge to dissect anything and she was no longer with him. Now he just spent his time in Death's office, lounging in his stitched chair.
"Hmmm... Okay." Lord Death said, leaving me and going through the mirror. "Bye Kiddo. I'm sorry."

I sat there staring at the mirror. I wondered, what if I could bring her back? I decided to start a long research project to bring my love back. I will create something, anything, to prevent the accident from ever happening. I will do whatever it takes, no matter what.

~~~~~~~~~~~ Three Years Later ~~~~~~~~~~~

I.. I did it. I finally did it! After many diagrams, theories, calculations, experiments, and haunted sleep, I did it! I found a way back to the past! I couldn't be happier! It turns out that since I have reaper powers, I have control of honorable father's mirror. That mirror can not only be a portal to the nether and a way to travel around the world, but can go back in time! If only I could share this... I've isolated myself away from the world since Maka's death. Not even Liz and Patti stayed by my side. They left me about the first year and considered me mad! I can't believe it! Anyway, that doesn't matter now.

I think by isolating myself, I've had more time to work on the task at hand. No more distractions, work, or anything! I smashed all the mirrors in the Gallows since father, Spirit, Marie, Black Star, Soul, and Liz tried getting me out of the house. I locked all the doors, barred all the windows, and blocked all enter/exit house was a wreck. Not even the symmetry mattered to me anymore. Nothing would get me out unless Maka was outside, waiting for me. The more I thought of her, the more tears started to well in my eyes. I remember her funeral as if it was yesterday. I spent a lot of time planning that event; more than I ever had for an occasion.

It was raining the day of the funeral. I was the first to arrive along with my father. Spirit arrived a few minutes later, stone-faced and silent. The gang arrived after that, and they were either already crying or about to. Crona and Ragnarok were quietly talking, and they looked at me. Crona approached me, his head down and his pink bangs hiding his eyes. "Kid..." he said. "Are you okay?"
"Mmm.. Yeah, as okay as I possibly could be..."
"Are you reading her eulogy?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I.. I want to say some things too. I... I was very close to her and she was my first friend-"
"And first love too!" Ragnarok yelled. "Ahaha, but you got to her first Death The Kid!"
"Ragnarok.. Why did you say that?!" He cried out. He was blushing heavily and tears threatened to spill.
"Crona... Its okay. Soul is in the same predicament. Seemed like everyone had some sort of strong feeling for her. She was truly amazing, and I feel fortunate that she chose me. However, back to your question, yes you may say something."
"T-thank you Kid..." Crona quickly fled and found a seat under a nearby tent; Ragnarok hitting him over the head all the way.

I waited a few minutes, and Father called everyone to the grave. She laid in a black casket with a glass top. She was wearing a black dress, her combat boots, and her hair was in pig-tails. Instead of holding a flower, she was holding her favorite book, Under The Dome by Stephen King. Everyone figured that it was best for her to look like she did when she was alive, and not looking fake. Even though we all knew she was deceased, she still looked alive. I wished that she was, and turning the funeral she'd sit up. I wished she opened her beautiful emerald eyes, and Maka-Chop everyone for putting her in a casket when she was still alive. She never did though; just laid there in that awful thing that smelled musty. Once my father was done saying his piece, I went up to the stand.

"Ladies and gentlemen, friends and family, we are gathered not to grieve and morn, but to celebrate the life of Maka Albarn. Now, I'm not going to go on and on about her actual life but the memories she left us with. Maka, as we all well know, was a strong, stubborn, but caring woman. She often would be called a 'flat-chested bookworm', and if she could hear me now she'd Maka-Chop me to the other side of the city. On missions, she was the leader wether we want to admit it or not. If she had a plan, come Hell or high water, she'd follow through. I remember I disagreed with her once, and she left me in the dust. Her exact words were 'Well, to Hell with you! I know what the Hell I'm doing, so if you have a better plan go to it. I'm sticking to mine.' and she ran off. If I had stopped her, we never would have stopped the witch that day. She single handedly killed her, without Soul. Soul was left behind when he disagreed as well.

I also remember the day we actually met too. Now some of you think the day Maka and I met is when I fought Soul and Black Star. This is wrong. Maka and I truly met in the library. I had made note of her presence, but could care less. It was until I reached for a book, a small hand reached for the book as well. Both hands reached the book at the same time, and I turned to emerald green both started at each other for a moment and then we noticed that our hand were still touching. We both started blushing, and started stuttering apologies and offers to take the book. After that, we stared introducing ourselves and talking about favorite books. We spent most of the day together, and the next day. I know it sounds cliche but, for me it was love at first sight. I fell instantly for her. We spent more time together, and I'd spent every moment I could with her. Now, only two years later, we were engaged and life was going well. All of you know the rest and I'm sure as Hell not going into it. I will tell you this though, even in her last minutes, she was brave about dying too. She simply told me not to worry, and that everything'll be okay. I suppose she's sort-of right. Things could be worse, but things certainly can be better. Now, you all remember her, and reminisce about your memories."

I left after that speech. I did not return until everyone had left. I brought a single red rose and laid it in front of her headstone. That was the last time I went to her grave. I came out of my flashback and wiped my eyes. I then looked at my wreck of a desk.

I was a wreck too. My hair was disheveled and my clothes were dirtied. My face was dirtied too; I had not taken a shower in about four days. I may be a wreck, but hygiene is still remotely important! Documents were thrown all over my desk and small study. Books were strewn everywhere, and the light bulb needed to be changed as its faded yellow light constantly flickered on and off. Something smelled like it died in there; I think its the pizza I ordered a few weeks ago. I'm honestly not sure. As I walked down the halls, I passed fallen or crooked paintings, knocked over tables, and shards of glass or mirror. I found the bathroom and used the toilet. I gingerly washed my hands afterward since they were still recovering from the infection I received by breaking the mirrors. I broke them all by smashing them with my bare hands. Once I was done washing up, I scavenged my medicine cabinet for bandages. I found some, and wrapped up my worst hand. I did not want to bandage the other since I will be needing it to activate the mirror.

I decided to invade the Death Room when my father went back to the Nether. I'll have plenty of time before he came back since time passes quicker in this dimension than the Nether. I planned with everything considered. I planned for an early return from my Father or Stein being in the Death Room. I went later in the evening, around eleven. As I creeped through the silent and dark streets of Death City, I noted that there was a light drizzle as the moon shined above with blood dripping from its teeth. I tried not to stray from the shadows, hiding in them when necessary. I finally reached the huge doors of the DWMA. I must admit that, in the darkness of the night, the school looks fearsome as it towers over me. The candles create little light, but just enough to give it an eerie glow.

I advanced into the empty halls, trying to be silent. However, my black loafers make a clacking sound against the black and white tile and resonated around the halls. I raced through the corridors, anxious about the deed I was about to commit. I reassured myself as I found myself walking down the very last corridor. I had taken every precaution; my plan is fool-proof! I used my soul perception to see if anyone was in there, and Stein was. I lightly pushed open the door, just enough to slip through. Stein had twitched, but did not turn around. He was sitting on his stitched chair next to the edge of the stage. He was not close to the mirror, but it still worried me. I was unsure of what the mirror would do since this had never been done before. I quietly slipped off my shoes and proceeded to the mirror. "Ahh.. Kid." Stein said, cranking his bolt and scaring the living shit out of me. "I never thought you'd never leave your abode."

"Yeah, well, I decided maybe its time to stretch my legs." I replied, unsure if he was a friend or a foe.
"That's good. I thought you died in there or something. I was kinda worried about you."
"No. I was just doing a research project-"
"To bring back Maka without killing everyone, correct? I know about your little project. Your father told me to stay here to make sure you don't. However, I miss Maka and I want her to be with us." he said. By this point I was incredibly suspicious. Was he going to stop me or not?
"So I decided, to hell with Lord Death. I am not going to stop you, but I swear that if you fail I'm going to kick your scrawny, little ass. Understood?" Stein spoke with a smile on his face.
"Of course" I replied, grinning.
Stein stood up and walked over to me. He held out his hand, and I took it. We shook hands and he wished me luck.
"Now move, little man. You don't wanna keep Maka waiting do you?"

I shook my head and fired up the mirror. A brilliant white light glowed from the gigantic mirror. I wrote on the mirror: Modoru jikan de, modotte heiwa ni. Kono mira wa watashi no ushinawareta ai ni watashi o an'nai shimashou! The mirror changed from a bright white to a deep purple colored vortex. I turned, smiled at Stein, and entered the vortex. Maka, I'm coming to get you. And nothing will stop me.

As I fell through the vortex, I felt wind in my hair. Then I face-planted on the cold, hard earth below. I'm pleasantly surprised I didn't break anything and I stood up. I brushed myself off, and took a look around. I noticed that there were huge palm trees surrounding me. The sky was a light orange that told me it was dawn now. There were no building I could see, and no roads either. Its like as if no humans were in existence. I heard a very loud and high pitched shriek sounding from the sky. I looked up and saw- Oh shit...

AN: So, what did Kid see? What do I need to improve? The Japanese I entered was "Back in time, back in peace. Let this mirror guide me to my lost love!" Reviews are always welcome! Also, I love Under The Dome so I just added that. Its also perfect for Maka-Chopping!