Hello Lovelies, I am downloading my whole story all over again. The reason being, that all my line breaks did not show up. And for my style of writing they are rather important to follow my 'scene' jumps; therefore anytime you see "00000..." that is a new 'scene' jump.

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or any of the chapters.

Enjoy my first ever fanfic!

S.E. May 27th, 2015

Prologue:

It is 4 years after the students of DWMA have graduated and life for many of the students was the same.

Kid, Liz and Patty still live together and took on missions as Kid's father (Lord Death) asks of them. Since defeating Asura, Kid has relaxed some with his obsessive tendencies for perfect symmetry (not knowing whether it was almost dying or the peace he found while fighting that lead to the change) and the sisters couldn't be more pleased. They have changed some as well, Patty is not acting as childish as she use to (nearly dying caused her to grow up a bit) and Liz is the one taking charge instead of just being a follower (she has dreams too you know). Not only has the trio grown as individuals but they have grown as a trio, the three of them are romantically involved. The sisters rely on Kid as the strong back bone and hero to their lives, and Kid relies on the sisters for symmetry (as they each alone are perfectly symmetrical) and non-symmetry (as the two look nothing alike) and this has helped Kid overcome some of his OCD about symmetry.

Black Star and Tsubaki have not changed at all in the 4 years, still running around trying to collect pre-kishin souls to turn Tsubaki into a Death Weapon. Black Star is still preaching his name to everyone he sees, while Tsubaki trying to reel him in and keep him out of trouble. (Classic Black Star and Tsubaki, will they ever change?)

Maka and Soul's lives have changed drastically, right before graduation Maka was able to turn Soul into a Death Scythe (almost as strong as her Papa), and Lord Death took notice of the young pair and the incredible strength they had. After witnessing how difficult it was to defeat Asura, Lord Death had to make some changes within his ranks; most importantly he wanted to create a new type of meister and weapon pair, one's who did not need to rely on each other to fight. Knowing how dangerous this could be (Asura being the perfect example, a meister devouring his weapon and turning kishin) he knew he had to take steps to keep that from happening again, with one success under his belt (Justin Long, a weapon that needs no meister to fight) Lord Death decided Maka and Soul would be the perfect pair for his experiment. Weary of the children's fate and how they so closely depend upon each other, Lord Death also decided to train them separately to further reduce any failure. Soul would go with Justin Long and Maka with Professor Stein, to opposite ends of the world and would be kept separate until their training was complete (which just so happened to be 4 years).

Lord Death told Maka and Soul of his plans for them and both nervously agreed, knowing it was a great honor to be chosen but feared what 4 years apart would do to their bond as partners. In light of the complications their new paths could possibly ensue, they decided to throw caution to the wind and for one last night living like they were on top of the world. With the help of Liz and Patty, Kid throw the largest party Death City had seen in years; music raged, drinks over flowed, laugher filled every inch of Kid's huge mansion, and feelings were being stirred.

During the wonderful and magical night, Soul found Maka talking to Tsubaki (giggling about something, maybe him?), he walked up to the girls and asked Maka if she would like to dance with him for "old times' sake." Maka eagerly agreed (since it was a rare sight to see Soul dance, let alone for him to ask her), Soul took Maka's hand and lead her back into the great hall and whisked her onto the dance floor. As they danced, they relived the past 5 years they had spend as partners, roommates, and friends; they knew it was all coming to an end so they tried to stuff as much fun into that one dance as they could. After a few more hours of harmless teenage (17-19 year old) fun, everyone seems a little more intoxicated than planned, but they were having so much fun no one really paid much attention to how sloppy they were all becoming; except for Soul who had other plans on how he wanted to end his last night with Maka. Around 3 AM Soul was looking for Maka so he could take her home safely, but could not find her anywhere around the massive house; until he heard a high squeal from behind him and then two skinny arms wrap around his neck and two long legs wrap around his waist.

"Maka what are you doing?" Soul asked as he flashed his devilish grin.

"I founnnddd you," Maka slurred as she gripped tighter to Soul never wanting to let go.

"Hey Maka are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine, just a bit tired but having a blast why?"

"Are you drunk?"

"I've had a few drinks SOUL, nothing to worry yourself about, I'm FINE," Maka said as she was starting to get irritated with his fatherly attitude.

"Calm down you big baby, I only asked because I want to take you somewhere and don't want you falling off the back of my bike. JEEZ."

Maka hopped off Soul's back and looked up at him with her green eyes full of wonder, "Where are we going?"

"You'll see," as he took her hand in his own and led her outside to his bike. And away into the night they went.

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2 years later, Maka and Soul have not seen each other nor where they able to talk, in fear that it would somehow mess with their training; but each visited Death City almost every 3 months to see friends and family, and to give them a break from the training so they didn't over do it and stir the black blood inside to try to keep up. While in Death City, they each stayed at their old apartment (never at the same time) but they knew the other had been there by small notes they left to each other. Keeping it simple in case Lord Death found out.

"Hey Maka, I hope training is as fun for you as it is for me. And try to work on upper body strength, need to get those scrawny arms stronger. Soul"

"Hi Soul, how about you worry about working on keeping that big mouth of yours shut so you don't accidently stick your foot in it. Maka"

The two enjoyed reading the playful notes, knowing the other was okay and still themselves. Being apart made them worry the other was going to change too much and they wouldn't ever be able to be partners again (even though they were training so they never had to be, they still both missed each other's company).

Then something horrible happened, Spirit (Maka's Papa) died. It was assumed to be form of 'sensation overload'; considering they found his body in the back of his favorite bar/whore house lounge. (Classic Spirit, always chasing after women, it was bound to make his heart give out at some point). The cause of death was never given to Maka, as she never asked for it, because she knew her Papa was in a better place and that his soul was free. In result to his death, the letters from her mother also stopped, which confirmed Maka's suspicions that her mother had passed away much earlier and her Papa just sent them as a way to try to ease the blow or connect with her somehow. Maka returned to Death City after hearing the news and to attend her Papa's funeral. She stood in the cemetery surrounded by all her friends, whom were giving her nothing but love and support and words of encouragement like "your Papa was so proud of you; he loved you more than anyone else; he will always be with you in spirit." And due to the unfortunate circumstances Lord Death allowed this one and only time for Maka and Soul to be reunited again, but only for the day of the funeral (knowing how much Maka would need Soul's comfort).

As Maka was leaving the cemetery, long after everyone else had left, she walked back to her apartment alone and deep in thought. Reliving all the times she had disregarded her Papa, all the times he tried to talk to her, tried to help her, she felts worse and worse with every step she took like a new painful memory of how she treated him was attached to each step. Finally after what seemed like a life time she made it back home, she unlocked the door and swung it open, looked up and saw none other than Soul sitting up proper on the edge of the couch looking dead into her eyes. His ruby red eyes looking deep into hers, almost like they were looking directing into her soul; and with that one look Soul instantly knew rushing over to catch her before she hit the cold ground as she doubled over in pain. They spend the whole night together, Soul just holding Maka to his chest as she cried, she told him stories about her Papa, and made accusations that she was a horrible daughter. Soul didn't say much other than when she talked bad about herself, to which he scolder her for even thinking such negative things about herself; other than those few times he just held her, rubbing his hands through her hair, just being her rock to lean against for the night. The night came and went within a flash and before they knew it, it was morning and it was time to say their goodbyes once again for another long 2 years. As they hugged, they said sweet reassuring things to one another trying to conceal the pain they both felt from having to leave again. As they pulled back out of the hug (that with anyone else would have felt a little too long), Soul placed a sweet and gentle kiss on to Maka's cheek (the first kiss that had ever shared between the two) and then he was gone without another word.