This is my first ever FF. Please review! I had a lot of fun writing this! I don't own Soul Eater...but Death I wish I did! Thanks to all the lovely Soul Eater fandom writers who have inspired me and made me brave enough to try something new! Hope you guys enjoy! 33

Chapter 1- Lucky in love

"The only sure thing about luck is that it will change."- Wilson Mizner

How could a girl have been so lucky, or unlucky depending on how the situation was looked at? Inside the dimly lit restaurant with small tables draped in crisp white linens specifically meant for two, Maka sat staring at the man across from her. She didn't know why she was there. She didn't think she could look into his eyes much longer and maintain her sanity. Her heart was pounding and her palms were sweating. Everything in her told her to slap him and run far away for what he'd done to her.

She was pulled from her thoughts and her face set into a disbelieving expression. Surely she hadn't heard him correctly. He, her ex, had just asked her to get back together with him. No explanation, no easing into it. He had just blurted it out at her when she asked why he'd chosen such a romantic spot to talk. She hadn't seen him in the better part of a year and it was the first thing she had said to him. They hadn't even ordered anything from the menu yet. Yes, she definitely wanted to run.

The worst part was this was not the first time this week it had occurred! He was the second person to ask her if she would consider rekindling what they once had. She couldn't fathom how this was happening. They were no longer together after all. How could she go from being single and trying to move on with her life to having both of her past lovers ask for her to get back together in the same week? It should have been impossible for it to happen. Though, there she sat, and there, again, she had to look into the eyes of the man whom she had loved terribly and tell him no because her heart had been broken. Except she couldn't say it.

How was this real? Was this truly her reality? Could she say yes to either? Could she ever possibly give her heart back to either one of them after it had been torn so ruthlessly from her chest? What was she supposed to do? What seemed like forever but surely had only been a few seconds she acted. She apologetically shook her head and blindly reached for her bag that was slung on the back of the small chair she had been sitting in when he had asked her.

He hadn't gotten very far, but he had started to speak again. She had to stop him in his tracks from saying anything more. "Please. Please don't say anything else. I can't do this again right now." His eyes widened as his face took on a look of confusion and shock. "Again?" Maka leapt to her feet as she tried to shuffle past him, all the while trying to pull away from the hand that she didn't even realize he had put over hers to try and keep her there. She wanted to leave before anyone around them could become involved in what was happening. "Yes, I, I… I'm sorry I have to go. Please just…I just need to think!"

She scurried away from the table leaving another man alone, probably embarrassed and definitely hurt. Her kind heart and continued feelings for them both made her feel even more awful and conflicted as she stepped out into the evening air. "What do I do?" She looked in both directions, and without truly deciding a destination, she turned and began to walk.

She marched swiftly down the sidewalk gripping the strap of her leather bag causing her knuckles to turn a bright shade of white with the pressure. The lights from the shops and restaurants burned brightly and fought against the darkness of the street but she didn't see the beautiful yellow and white glow. She didn't see the night blooming Japanese wisteria hanging all along the walkways throughout Death City. She didn't notice the moon above her grinning like it had a secret. She didn't notice anything around her, she only had the thoughts in her head creating pictures of old memories and what-ifs.

She was upset, she had agreed to see him only because in all honesty, she thought she had finally moved on. She had no idea what seeing his face would do to her psyche. The moment she sat down in that chair her heart jerked uncomfortably in her chest and all her past feelings for him came rushing up trying to escape through her chest. Then the instant longing she had turned to anger as she remembered what he had done. That's when she had asked him about the location choice. Then he had to follow her brilliant question with that. The first things they had spoken in a year to each other were equally ridiculous. He could have at least started with an apology! Then again, she could have done better too, she really hadn't given him time to apologize after all. No! This was his fault! Her mind was on a looping roller-coaster ride of swirling emotions and she didn't feel like she was strapped in.

She shook her head as her eyes blurred with unshed tears. She felt badly for the way she had handled things with the both of her past lovers. She usually wasn't one to act so cowardly but she didn't know how to handle her heart when it felt this fragile again. How could her exes both possibly believe that they were in any kind of position to ask her to get back together? They had broken up! She was the one who had been hurt by them! Her anguish slowly turned to anger once more as she remembered how it had ended for each of the relationships. "Ugh! I can't believe this!" The warm air blew through her long blonde locks and dried the would be tears from her lashes.

Maka continued to stomp along the sidewalk, not paying attention to where she was headed. Maybe if she kept walking she'd get far enough away from the problem now facing her two fold. As she continued to move along the busy streets of Death City, she came to an area full of bustling people. Maka found an empty bench to sit on to rest her aching feet. Of course this was the one day she had worn actual heels. She was missing her boots terribly at the moment. She looked around at the people enjoying their time out and about and her grip loosened on her bag. She sighed again as the ache in her feet, thankfully, started to dull. She wished her heart would do the same.

She continued to glance here and there at the various people that were milling about the open city park. The summer breeze was warm but not nearly as brutal as the sun had long since set. The moon gently chuckled over head as people all over the park were enjoying the summer evening. Some shopped, some ate, or enjoyed a cup of coffee while someone played a guitar nearby. Young couples cuddled on benches and stole kisses while they thought no one was looking. Summer love she thought. She looked up at the moon to its grinning face and, quite childishly stuck her tongue out at it. She felt as though it was laughing at her. "Stupid moon."

A noise caught her attention and Maka looked towards the direction it came from. A small gasp caught in her throat. "It can't be, seriously?" About one-hundred yards away there was a large purple and yellow striped tent that had a lady dressed in full clown attire, big squeaking pink nose and all in front of its opening. She was on stilts ringing a hand full of bells, squeezing her nose and shouting at the people walking by to try and entice them to buy a ticket and enter the circus tent for "A show that will amaze and dazzle even the grumpiest of beings! Starts in 15 minutes!"

Maka stood and sighed as she slowly walked towards the tent. She felt a nervous twinge in her stomach and a slight tremble began in her hand as she pulled out her wallet. The bright pink and gold clad clown woman smiled and bent a bit at the waist to get closer to Maka as she approached. "Hello! Are you ready to witness the most amazing show, full of talent, mysteries and feats so dangerous you'll want to cry? Only $20 for an hour and a half of complete wonderment my dear!"

Maka pulled the twenty dollar bill from her wallet and mumbled, "I already want to cry." as she handed it over to a much smaller person dressed as a lion handling the admissions. "What was that love?" Asked the clown lady with a faltering smile. Maka waved her hand, "Nothing, nothing." Maka moved the fold of tent away to enter the large circus area and took a seat in the back away from all of the other excited patrons. "Of course the place we had our first kiss would be here tonight."