This is a little angsty and it sort of hurt my heart to write. But I LOVE Soul Eater so much. Hope you guys enjoy

Me Too

Soul POV

I fumble in my pocket, looking for the keys to the apartment door. Night has fallen and I'm hungry, tired and late. I sigh to myself as the lock clicks and the door swings open, being late is not cool.

"Maka?" I call, shutting the door behind me, "Maka, I'm back."

No answer. That's strange. She must be pissed I didn't get back in time to have dinner with her. As I walk into the kitchen I call "I'm sorry I'm late. I got delayed at…" I trail off, the kitchen is sparkling clean and there is no sign of any leftovers. She must be really pissed. That's not cool at all.

"Maka, are you sulking in your room?" Still no answer. I'm starting to feel irritated, I wasn't even that late! Clenching my jaw I walk down the hallway to her room and rap on the door. "Maka?"

Silence. Dead silence.

Suddenly the darkness of the hallway feels sinister and an ill feeling pinches at my gut. I bang on the door and shout "MAKA?" Sweat beads on my forehead and I feel the beginnings of panic in the pit of my stomach. Turning on my heel I begin to march through our apartment, checking that she isn't hiding in one of the other rooms. As I search my irritation gives way to panic and my searching becomes frantic.

Panting, I return to Maka's bedroom door and begin pounding with both my fists. "Let me in!" I shout, desperately twisting at the unyielding doorknob. I can't explain my current state of panic, it's not unusual for Maka to leave the apartment without telling me. But I can't shake the ominous feeling that something terrible is happening. I need to see her. I need to know she's okay.

"Soul?"

Her voice. I can hear her voice.

"Maka!" I call back, relief flooding through my body. She's okay. She's still here.

"I'm on the balcony. Come out to me."

I push my hair back with a shaky hand, and exhale in relief. The balcony, why didn't I think of checking the balcony? If she had the patio doors closed she wouldn't have been able to hear my panicked outburst. My cheeks prickle, and heat rises to my face. How uncool of me, running around the apartment like that. Embarrassed, I walk out to join her.

"Hey Maka, what are you doing out here? I was worr…"

I freeze. Maka is standing on the railings of the balcony, arms outstretched, those forest green eyes locked on mine. I can't speak, I can't move. I'm afraid I'll startle her, cause her to lose her footing. I stretch a hand out towards her, willing her to take it, to come down.

"Soul" she whispers, a smile on her lips, "It's time. Let's go back now." Her hand reaches forward and I feel her fingertips brush against my own. Those green eyes entrance me and I am becoming lost in the insanity and horror of this moment.

"Maka" I whisper, "No, don't, come down."

But she doesn't hear me. I feel the pressure of her fingertips leave mine, and she is falling, her eyes still locked with mine.

I lunge forward, grasping for her. My stomach is wrenching, muscles straining in my desperation to catch her. Her eyes haven't left my face left and I know I can save her, I just have to reach a little further…

"Soul, come with me. We can go back now"

"NO! MAKA, NO!" I scream as she twists away from me and all I can do is watch as she plummets downwards and the darkness swallows her up.

Black*Star POV

I hate hospitals. I can't be the big man when I'm surrounded by this much sadness. Everyday I come to this hospital to lend the support only Black*Star is capable of! But even my bigness is dwindling; this situation is hopeless.

Tsubaki wasn't able to come today, she was just too upset, so I told her I had enough strength for the both of us. She hugged me when I said that.

I smile now at the memory, but as I look over at the hospital bed and see the pale form of my friend, my smile fades away. I can't imagine what it would feel like if my Tsubaki was this close to death. I clench my fists, that pain is unimaginable.

I've been coming here for the last 6 days, watching and waiting. The trauma of that first day; getting that phone call and then bursting into the hospital carrying the limp form of my friend, has made for some very long nights. This all happened after Maka allowed herself to be taken over by the Black Blood and the insanity turned out to be too much of a burden for Soul to rectify.

"Do you want a drink or something?" I ask.

"No Black*Star. I can't leave now".

I nod, and turn to leave the room. Even big men like me get thirsty sometimes. But, just as I reach the door the heart monitor starts to beep loudly and sporadically. My blood runs cold and I hear myself shouting "Nurse, nurse!"

A passing doctor hears the commotion, races into the room; flips open the bed chart and starts barking orders at the panicked nurses who followed my shouts for help.

As the beeping gets louder and more frantic, I fall into a bedside chair and grab hold of Maka's hand. My strength will be needed for the next few minutes.

"Don't go yet" I whisper, "Don't leave us now."

Cliffhanger.

Chapter 2 is ready and waiting!

Míle (Thank you in Irish)