This is my first Soul Eater fanfiction.

Maka's Pov:

I was sitting in the living room of me and Soul's shared apartment. I was in the middle of a book I was rereading. I seriously need either new books or a new hobby. Soul returned home, and plopped on the couch, sighing loudly. I looked up from my book, arching my eyebrows.

"Maka?" he whined.

"Hm?" I answered.

"I am really tired, and really hungry." I knew where this was going. I set my book down, went to the kitchen, and made him a sandwich. I brought it back to him, and continued reading while he ate the sandwich. My phone started to ring.

RING RING!

I answered it.

"Maka?" the voice on the other end of the line said.

"Hi Mama."

"I don't have much time to talk, but this Saturday I want you to come over, and stay for the week."

"Why?"

"I want you to meet my new fiancé."

"Oh, ok mama, I will see you soon then. Bye." I hung up the phone. I turned to Soul.

"Do you think you can give me a ride to my mama's house Saturday?" he nodded, his mouth was full.

"Okay." He swallowed what was in his mouth.

"Why?" he asked.

"My mom wants me to meet her new fiancé. I am staying for a week." I said, picking up my book.

"Heh?" he said as I left the room.

Saturday:

Soul's Pov:

I started the bike and waited for Maka to hurry up.

"Maka!" I shouted, then she came out running, with her backpack slung over her shoulder. She got on the back of the bike, and wrapped her arms around my waist. I pulled out of the parking space and drove her to her mom's. When we got there, she jumped off and turned to face me.

"Will you be okay without me?" she asked.

"Yep." I smirked. "Cool guys don't need a girl to take care of them." She rolled her eyes and hugged me. I hugged her back.

"No parties, Soul." She said right before she walked inside her mom's house. I started the bike, and left. I wonder what it will be like living by myself for a week.

1 week later:

The moment I woke up, I was excited. Maka was finally coming home. It has been so boring without her. I have no one to bug, and Black Star made a mess of the house. I have been living off of cereal and ramen noodles. I picked up the apartment, and checked the time when I was done. I should get going.

I ran outside, got on the bike and left. I pulled into Maka's mom's house and knocked on the door. A man who looked really preppy answered the door. He had a suit on, and his blonde hair was slicked back. He gave me a warm smile, and I arched my eyebrows at him. Someone sure is happy.

"Maka! Your friend is here to pick you up." He shouted. Behind him, was her mom. She looked like she had been crying and she had bruises on her arm. Maka walked to the door, hugged her mother, and looked up at the man. He went to pat her head, and she flinched. She was wearing a long sleeved shirt, and jeans. It bothered me because it was 80 degrees outside. She wouldn't look at me. We walked to the bike, and rode home.

When we got inside our apartment, she ran to her room. After 5 minutes, I knocked on her door. No answer. I walked in, and Maka was on the floor beside her bed, crying. I sat down beside her.

"Whats wrong?" I asked. She didn't look up, she just hid her face from me. She didn't answer.

"Maka, look at me." I grabbed her shoulders and shook her. She slowly looked at me. She had a black eye.

"How did you get a black eye." I asked. She whispered. I fell down some stairs, that's all." She said, forcing herself to smile. I didn't believe her.

"Why were you crying?" She shrugged.

"I am just happy my mom is getting married." She said. I stood up, and walked to the door.

"You should change. It's hot. Then we can order some pizza and you can tell me about her new fiancé." She nodded, and wiped her tears. I called in an order for pepperoni pizza and we ate in the living room. As I gobbled down, she just stared at her food.

"Maka?" I said, snapping her attention to me.

"Sorry, I just was…"

"Staring off into space." I said for her. She nodded. She slowly nibbled at her pizza. That's when I noticed the bruises on her arms.

"Maka, why do you have all those bruises. It looks like you were beaten with a baseball bat." I said getting closer to examine the injuries. She looked away.

"I told you." She said irritated. "I fell down some stairs." I grabbed her arm gently, and examined them. She jerked her arm away. I still didn't believe her.

"What really happened?" I asked her. She got up, and walked to her room. I left her alone for the rest of the evening.

At nine o'clock I walked to Maka's room. I opened her door.

"Maka, I am going to bed n-." She was holding a pair of scissors to her wrist. Blood was dripping down her arm, tears stained her face.

"MAKA!" I screamed, smacking the scissors out of her hand.

"MAKA! What the hell were you thinking!" She choked out a sob.

"I'm dirty. I don't deserve to live." She spat. I hugged her tight.

"Maka She cried, and I held her, not asking questions, and eventully she fell asleep. I picked her up and put her on her bed. 3her wrists were bloody, so I went into the bathroom, and grabbed proxide, and some butterfly band-aids, and cleaned her cuts, careful not to wake her up. Then I covered her in her blanket, and turned off her light. I went into my room and looked at my alarm clock. 9:30. Maka will get enough sleep.

She's going to need it because tomorrow, she has a lot of explaining to do.

Like it, love it, was it so horrible that you want to push me inside a volcano? Review and favorite maybe. Im open to suggestions.

-Emobloodline