It was a sunny day at the DWMA. After the Kishin was defeated, Maka wasn't Soul's partner anymore. The reason being, Shinigami-sama didn't feel any need for 2 weapons to be partners. Soul was up on the DWMA's roof alone, sulking. "Hey." said a familiar voice near the doorway. "Hey Kid." Soul replied in a sad voice. He felt Kid walk up and stand next to him staring out over the horizon. Death the Kid crossed his arms and set them down on the balcony. "What happened to you?" Soul Eater pressed his lips in a thin line "Maka isn't my partner anymore." "Oh." Kid glanced at the sulking boy next to him out of the corner of his eye, then shifted his gaze back toward the desert horizon. "I just feel like there was something going on between us, something…more then partners, you know?" Kid turned his whole body to stare at Soul fully now, with one hand at his side, the other resting on the balcony, he stared at the albino in front of him. "What?" Soul asked as he stared at Kid out of the corner of his eye. The split second the red and gold eyes met, Kid turned his head back toward the desert. "Life is like a puzzle, you need to find the piece you fit with." Kid stated before turning around and walking toward the door. 'What is that supposed to mean?' Soul wondered to himself as he stared at the now setting sun.
As Soul made his way down the hall, he heard somebody talking. 'Maka?' He peeked in the doorway of the classroom, and felt his heart break in two. In the classroom, Maka was sitting on a desk, with Tsubaki between her legs, kissing her passionately. Soul couldn't even think of anything to do at that moment, so he cleared his now dry throat. They both glanced up. "Soul?!" Maka exclaimed, blushing furiously. "Soul, it's not what it looks like…" Tsubaki started to say, but was interrupted when Soul just turned and ran down the hallway.
Soul sprinted all the way to the basement, and into him and his new roommate's room. After slamming the door, he lay back against it, and felt the tears coming to his eyes. He slid down until he was sitting on the cold stone floor. "Soul?" Soul looked up to find sad black eyes staring down at him. "Soul, are you okay?" asked Crona, his roommate. "I'm fine Crona." His hoarse voice choked out through tears. The pink haired boy sat next to him, and gave him an awkward-side-hug. "It gets better." Crona said in a quiet whisper. Soul couldn't even bother to hug him back; he just sat there, with skinny arms wrapped around him, crying in a cold, dark room. Soul liked Crona, he was a good friend. And for half the night, Soul just sat there, tears falling until there was none left, with the skinny, black-clothed arms around him.