Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater!
Chapter 1
"Maka, don't be stupid!" Soul yelled at his meister. She had thrown him aside and planned to attack on her own. "Maka!"
Maka didn't respond to him. She readied herself for the blow that was coming. Her eyes shut tightly waiting for the impact, but it never came. Her eyes sprang open and saw Soul practically on his knees in front of her, his hands clamped on either side of the blade that threatened to cut her down.
"Soul." She whispered.
"Maka, you idiot! What are you trying to prove?" Soul yelled.
"Protecting your meister like a good little weapon, are you?" Their enemy cackled. He put more pressure on the blade.
Soul was forced to the ground his arms still fighting to keep the blade from touching Maka. His hands began to bleed from the sharp edged of the sword that cut into his hands.
"Maka, move!" Soul growled.
Maka twisted out of the corner she had been trapped in and got to the side of the evil human. He didn't move from his spot determined to cut down Soul to leave the meister weaponless. Tears came to Maka's eyes as Soul groaned trying to keep his strength.
"Soul!" She screamed. She began to panic as she saw his blood drip from his raised hands onto his face. Adrenaline rushed through her body as she tried to figure out a way to save Soul.
Their enemy cackled again putting more pressure on the sword caught between Soul's hands.
"There's no use! You'll be cut in half by my blade!" He said lowly.
"Dying by your hand would be so uncool." Soul chuckled.
Maka steadied her breathing and watched as Soul was forced to the ground; he had lost his balance when his foot slipped in his own blood. The blade was inches from Soul's skull. Without even thinking, Maka rushed forward, her soul on fire. She felt a surge of power in her hand and thrust it toward the enemy's abdomen. The blade struck the ground next to Soul's head.
The evil human took in a wheezing breath before spitting up copious amounts of blood. Soul looked at Maka with wide eyes; she had never been able to use her soul wavelength against an opponent before. He saw her extend her hand.
"Soul," She said and glanced at him. There eyes met; Maka's determined moss green ones met Souls surprised red ones.
"Right!" He yelled and transformed into a scythe.
Maka caught him expertly in her hands. She jumped back and watched their enemy turn to her blood still spilling out of his mouth.
"You bitch!" He yelled. "I'll devour your soul!"
"Not tonight!" Soul yelled as Maka swung him down and cut through the man's body. He dissolved before their eyes. All that was left was a red soul in the form of a kishin egg.
Soul transformed out of his weapon form and landed on both feet next to Maka. He reached for the soul that floated in front of him and put it in his mouth. He chewed a couple of times before swallowing it.
"How many is that?" Soul asked.
"That makes fifteen." Maka told him.
"C'mon. Let's get back to the academy so I can get my hands fixed up." Soul told her.
"O-okay." Maka stuttered. "I'm sorry you got hurt, Soul."
"It's my duty as your weapon to protect you." Soul said over his shoulder. "You're all backwards when you try to protect me, Maka. Meisters aren't supposed to protect their weapons."
They walked down the deserted street. It was a cold night and the light breeze that swept through Death City made it even colder.
"You shouldn't have thrown me away." Soul sighed. "I am a tool to be used at your disposal, Maka. We make each other stronger. You're not strong enough to fight on your own. Although…"
"What?" Maka looked at him.
"Since when have you been able to attack with your soul wavelength?" Soul questioned.
"What are you talking about, Soul? I've never been able to do that. Are you starting to confuse me with Black Star?" She chuckled.
"I'm serious, Maka." Soul stopped and placed his hands on her shoulders, wincing when pain shot through his wounded palms. "You honestly don't remember thrusting your wavelength at that guy? That's why he was spitting up blood."
"I-" Maka was at a loss for words. She had been so in the moment she hadn't known she had caused that damage. "I did that?"
Soul nodded and then sighed taking his hands off her shoulders. "I guess it's just like the time you sprouted blades when we fought the kishin Asura."
Maka lowered her head and sighed, "I was so afraid I'd lose you. I guess I just reacted when I saw the sword coming down on you."
"Heh, don't worry about me, Maka." Soul said. "I'll be fine. You, on the other hand, need all the help you can get."
"Shut up, Soul!" She yelled as the reached the entrance to the DWMA.
Soul burst out laughing. Maka fumed.
"I'm not the one with cut up hands!" Maka yelled frustrated.
Soul stopped laughing immediately. "Excuse me? I wouldn't have cut up hands if you hadn't thrown me away."
Maka growled, "Just go see Nygus in the infirmary. I'll see you at home."
"What, you're not going to make sure your weapon is okay?" Soul called after her.
"You said I don't need to worry about you." Maka called in a light voice. "So starting now, I'm not!"
Soul grumbled as he turned away and continued on to the infirmary. "She is so infuriating!"