Hi everyone this is jpangel97, and this is my first attempt at a Soul Eater fan-fiction. For those of you who know my other story "The Beast Within" for Power-puff girls that is still on hold as I have lost my muse for it and I still haven't received any help or suggestions on how to get the story to where it's supposed to go. While I will not out right abandon it, if someone wants it finished they need to say so and be willing to help. Anyway this story may or may not be a one-shot depending on how this first chapter turns out. It was inspired by both The3Ryans' KidxMaka story "The Chair" and the Lab Rats one-hour movie On the Edge and also on the character Toph from Avatar: the last air bender/ Legend of Korra. This is also a Kid and Maka story so anyone that doesn't like that, don't read it. I also will not be bashing Soul. I watched the anime first and could of sort of; yet not really see why people like to portray him as the villain or why they feel he has to be a douche bag to ultimately allow Maka and Kid to be a couple. To me, and my feelings towards him Soul is a pretty neutral character. But after completing the manga I saw how important they are to each other and how strong they are together; that is not to say that I want them as a couple. (I like the KidxMaka pairing too much for that.) Though I found them needing each other, it was not in a romantic sense. More like a sibling relationship, or like Soul filling in that 'they are as close as twins, yet completely different and somehow compliment each other' thing. So in other words in this story and any others I choose to make SOUL IS FINE WITH MAKA AND KID'S RELATIONSHIP! If anything the most negative thing he will feel is a little left out that they don't spend as much time together as before because he misses his friend/sister, not being a depressive loser over the one that got away (-_-) Am I clear? Besides he has other issues I can take advantage of if I so desire (^_^) (^-^) Thank you, for reading this humongous author's note if you did and enjoy.

*Side note this will follow the storyline told by the anime, as it a bit easier to work with, with fewer continuity details I would need to remember because I like making my stories link with the original plot. However I will most likely incorporate little pieces from the manga that I thought would work well with this little plot bunny my mind has conceived.

Through the Eyes of my Soul

Maka's POV

The sand of Nevada's desert wiped across my face as I rode behind Soul on his motorcycle, Kid flew above us at a steady pace on Beelzebub, while Black*Star ran alongside us. Surprisingly quiet for once which was bother a pleasant change, but also a bit disturbing. Sneaking a glance in his direction I noticed his eyes were drooping slightly with slight bags just barely visible underneath.

'Odd,' I thought. On closer examination I also noticed he was running a little slower than usual too. A fact that would not have been noticed by anyone that didn't know him as well as we did, especially since the two of us had known each other since we were mere toddlers. 'I don't think I've ever seen Black*Star tired like that.' It was at the completion of that thought that Black*Star finally noticed my stare.

"What's up Maka? Was my awesomeness too much that you had to stare at my godly image?" he yelled over the engine with his usual big smile and arrogant tone to accompany the statement.

Normally I would have ignored him or given a dry comeback about his attitude but I wasn't fooled by his attempt to act normal. I could see even clearer, when he turned his face in my direction to speak, how tired he was.

I hesitated for second, looking down at the wave of sand the bike made as we sped across this dry expanse of land before lifting my gaze back to Black*Star. My eyes were serious and my lips formed a slight frown, "Black*Star… are you okay?"

I watched as his smiled slightly faded and his eyes widen just the smallest bit. He realized I was onto him.

"That's a laugh, a big star like me is always a hundred percent Maka. The desert heat must be making you see things."

As if to make a point, Black*Star sped up so he ahead of the rest of us, and all I was able to see of him was his back and the flowing of his neck scarf in the wind. I closed my eyes and sighed in slight frustration, like the dedicated student I am I didn't like the idea of not knowing something; almost as much as I disliked the idea of not being able to help a troubled friend.

I would let it go for now, and let Tsubaki handle whatever the problem was, if there was still no change I would see what I could do. I felt eyes on me, so I opened my own and glanced in the stare's direction. I was met with one of Soul's red eyes as he tried to look both forward and at me at the same time, then towards my right as Kid lowered himself down to hover beside us, a curious and slightly concerned look on his face.

"What was all that about?" Soul asked turning his head forward once more.

"It's just… did either of you notice that Black*Star's been… kinda quiet?"

"Now that you mention it, he has been particularly withdrawn for the past few days," Kid's said, eyes narrowed in contemplation as he watched the sand pass beneath his. He looked back at me with an eyebrow raised "Could it be that he has something on his mind?"

"He'd need to have a mind before he could have something on it." Earning a metallic sounding laugh from Liz and a fit of giggles from Patti.

"Soul!" I said giving his back small punch, which returned with a chuckle of his own.

"Aw come on Maka, this is Black*Star we're talking about. Whatever it is I'm sure he'll be fine."

"Yeah Maka," I looked to see Liz's face reflect on the shining surface of the gun in Kid's right hand, "this is Black*Star we're talking about, and we all know he's never down for long."

"Big sis is right Maka! You worry to much, now turn that frown upside down!"

A small smile broke out on my face that I just couldn't suppress, "Your right Patti." Her carefree, easygoing nature and happiness was just too infectious for me not to cheer up a little bit. She burst into another fit of happy giggle, "Of course I am!"

Kid gave his own chuckle before turning to me again, "All the same I think I'll keep an eye on him, just to be safe." I could tell from the tone of his words he was doing this for my sake as well as Black*Star's; that's just the kind of person Kid is and for that I was grateful.

My smile grew at this and I nodded my approval, "Thanks Kid." His lips curled into a sincere smile, as a silent 'your welcome' we looked at each other for a few seconds longer than necessary before we heard a yell from the very topic of our conversation.

"Are you two done? The Great Black*Star would like to get on with this mission without having to watch the two of you make goo-goo eyes at each other!" At that Soul, Liz and Patti burst into another fit of laughter.

We both blinked as we were awoken from our mini-trance and quickly averted our eyes, too embarrassed to face each other. I could feel my cheeks heating at the implication of Black*Star's words, but more for the action that had warranted his response.

"Oh shut up moron!"

'Quit being stupid Maka, Black*Star is just being an idiot and Kid was just being a good friend. No need to get so worked up over this.' I chanced a glace at Kid's face and saw he too had a faint tone of pink on his normally pale complexion, if anything it made me feel a bit better knowing I wasn't the only one embarrassed.

"Black*Star! There's no need to tease them!" came Tsubaki's customary scolding.

"All I'm saying is if they wanna have a stupid mushy love moment they should respect their god enough to wait until he has left so he does not feel the need to gage at having witnessed it!"

"Well it looks like he's already starting to act like the old Black*Star," I could literally feel Kid's eye twitch in annoyance.

"And to think I was worried about him," Kid turned to me with an apologetic look on his face, still pink but slowly fading.

This brought a small smile back to my face and I shook my head to let him know it wasn't his fault. He nodded before rising to the height he'd previously been flying and I sighed in slight relief, I think he understood that after our 'little moment,' I guess you could call it, we both could use a little space.

'Funny thing is… there's always space between us,' that sudden thought actually made me pretty sad because of how true it was. Kid and I had been friends for a while now, but we rarely ever did anything together, away from the others. 'Which, now that I think about it, doesn't make any sense.' Kid was a great person and friend who I've always enjoyed being around, despite his occasional symmetry fit and even then it wasn't all that bad.

A lot of the time it was actually quite entertaining; the day they had first met Kid came to mind at that thought and I couldn't suppress the giggles that slipped out as I remembered the beating he had given my partner and Black*Star. It was especially funny when he had shot the two with soul bullets while they we're having one of their weird bromance moments. He had clearly defeated them, and easily too, had it not been for Soul cutting his bangs and made them asymmetrical.

Soul turned back to me at the sound of my random giggle fit, "You okay or have you just found a way to go insane without the black blood?"

"No," I replied looking to my left, "I was just thinking about the fight you and Black*Star had with Kid the day you met." I looked him in the eyes and gave him a smirk, "I was remembering how badly he kicked both your asses."

Soul looked irritated for a moment at the mention of his and Black*Star's, less than successful partner-up, but he didn't miss a beat with his reply.

"Humph maybe Black*Star was onto something if your telling me your thinking about Kid."

All I saw was trademark shark toothed grin before he looked forward again. My blush had returned, 'That's it, these two are so getting Maka chopped when we finally stop.' An evil smile spread across my face in my anticipation to exact a little revenge on two jerks I called my friends.

Kid's POV

'Well that was embarrassing,' I thought as I raised Beelzebub back to our original position above Soul and Maka. 'Though I have to wonder; what exactly was that?' I had never really shared a moment like that with someone before and I wasn't entirely sure how I should feel about it. It wasn't unpleasant; by all means it felt rather nice. When she had looked into my eyes I just couldn't find it in myself to look away; the whole thing itself seemed so causal at first, one friend simply giving reassurance to another… But the longer it lasted it felt as if the two of us were share something far more intimate. I was pulled from my thoughts at by the sound of Liz's chuckle, "Well if that wasn't one of the sweetest things I've ever seen."

"What are you talking about?"

"Wasn't it obvious Kid?" I turned to Patti as she too laughed at my confusion, "No, not really."

The two laughed again at my lack of understanding and I'll be honest when I say it was beginning to piss me off.

"Not surprising that he doesn't get it Patti, men are clueless like that."

"Hahaha… your right sis"

I my eye began to twitch in my irritation, "Well if I'm so 'clueless' as you say would you please tell me what it is that I am so obviously missing?"

Liz sighed as if giving me an explanation was the equivalent of the stockpiles of homework she and Patti refused to do.

"Um hello, the comforting words, the prolonged staring into each other's eyes," she paused as if for dramatic effect and I could just feel her smug smirk through our resonance, "the blushing in embarrassment at being caught in the act."

The mention of said event caused me to blush as I had before, though I still could not deduce why. "So, what's your point?" I asked looking anywhere but at the guns in my hands.

"Only that you two just reenacted one of the most classic scenes in pretty much any and every romance movie ever made."

"I beg your pardon!" My blush simply grew stronger as I quickly glanced down to make sure I hadn't attracted any attention from the others with my raised voice. Fortunately Soul, and Black*Star still had their focus on moving forward, while Maka seemed lost in thought. I watch her for a moment as her mouth formed a frown, after a few seconds it shifted into a smile followed by, what I could only assume by the shaking of her shoulders, to be laughter. I'm not sure why, but for some reason, seeing her happy expression brought the ghost of a smile to my face.

"See," and I was then reminded of why I had looked down in the first place.

"Liz that is ridiculous, Maka and I are friends; good friends but nothing more. I assure you that whatever you are thinking it is simply from watching too many chick flick late at night."

"Fine, be in denial that's fine. But just so you know that's what all the guys in those movies said too and each one ended up falling for the female protagonist. And hard too might I add."

"Kid loves Maka Kid loves Maka Kid loves Maka…" Patti started to sing.

"PATTI! Shut up before the others hear you!" I shouted at her in a whisper. "And I do not love Maka," I added as an after thought.

"Yet," I heard Liz mumble. I decided that the best thing to do from this point on was just to ignore them until we reached our mission location.

After another 20 minutes of silence we finally arrived at the site of our group mission; at the edge of Nevada's desert, where the endless sand met the beginning of fertile soil, a mysterious underground temple had been discovered.

Father had informed us that it was at one point used by a small faction of witches that had plotted a direct assault against the DWMA in it's younger years. The witches of said faction had all but disappeared; having either been defeated and their souls collected or had simply abandoned the group, deciding it was too great a risk for too little likelihood for success. In it's final days the head witch of the faction placed a spell on the temple, so that it and any secrets it may contain would be hidden forever from the eyes of death.

When asked the reason for its sudden reappearance Professor Stein had theorized that it was likely the influx of the madness of Asura's wavelength. The madness had initially strengthened the doubtlessly deteriorating magic that kept the spell active all these centuries, similar to plugging in a cellphone that was close to dying, and with his destruction, meant an end to it's spread across the globe. 'The sudden stop of madness flowing in was like what one would expect if a drug addict were to quite cold turkey; a crash would be unavoidable,' is the way Stein had described it.

Though deserted, it was highly likely that a wide assortment of traps had also been set as a secondary precaution. While not every witch was as cunning and powerful as Medusa or Arachne (hopefully), one still had to be wiry; a witch was a witch no matter their skill level and as such had the potential to be just as dangerous.

The mission itself was simple enough; while it was clear the witches' main focus was the destruction of the DWMA these witches had also taken to stealing human souls and using them as a way to gain power. How they did this or if it had even worked is still unknown as it was only weapons that seemed to even have the capacity to absorbing souls; for all we knew these witches could have done experiments as a way to test their twisted theories. The thought of such a thing reminded one too much of Medusa for comfort, so in addition to uncovering any research that may have been left behind that may pertain to such things, we were to collect any souls we found and return them to Death City. Simple.

Black*Star had managed to reach the entrance a good five minutes before the rest of us and was currently busying himself with doing handstand pushups using only the first two finger of his right hand, Tsubaki still in weapon form, in his left behind his back. I arrived and gently brought Beelzebub to the ground as Black*Star counted his way into the 300's, Soul and Maka pulling up next to me a second later.

"Finally," said Black*Star as he stopped the exercise to craned his neck back as far as it would go to look at us.

"The Great Black*Star was beginning to think he would have to complete this mission on his own! Not that it would be problem for a big star like me," he proclaimed give one more push into a flip that landed him on his feet. 'Yup, he is definitely fine.'

"I gotta say though, ya gave me enough time for a quick arm exercise. Doing 307 in the air push ups with my fingers isn't too bad I guess," a smug, boasting smirk on his face.

'Wait… WHAT THE HELL DID HE JUST SAY!'

"Hold it right there Black*Star," I shouted, grabbing his arm to stop him from entering the temple and spun him around to face me.

"DID I JUST HEAR YOU SAY YOU DID 307 PUSH UPS!"

"Yeah, so?"

It was at that statement that my already low tolerance for asymmetry disappeared.

"SO? SO! YOU END WITH 7! NOT THE BEAUTIFULLY SYMMETRICAL NUMBER 8, BUT THE RETCHED 7! I DEMAND YOU DO ONE MORE TO MAKE IT SYMMETRICAL."

I screeched as I pointed at him and stomped my left foot.

Black*Star merely looked back at me with blank, dumb expression before he snorted and turned away from me.

"No way." 'Why that no good bastard!'

"You asymmetrical buffoon! Would it kill you to for once in your life to be symmetrical!"

"Please, nothing can kill the great Black*Star!"

"Than why won't you do it?" I yelled.

"Because the Great Black*Star does whatever he wants; someone as godly as me doesn't have to worry about your stupid symmetry."

That had been the last straw, I decided. I was about to completely annihilate this fool for his gross disrespect of something as sacred as symmetry, when someone bet me to it.

From behind, Black*Star's cranium met the spine of a particularly thick hardcover book.

I watched as the poor ignoramus fell to the ground on his back with a steady stream of blood gushing from his latest wound. I took this sight in with no small amount of satisfaction and smirked. 'That's what you get'

"Maka chop," I looked back up to see Maka's arm still extended with a clearly not amused expression on her face. This caused my smirk to fall.

"Are we done here?" one of her eyebrows raised, still in the same position.

"Um… but he still hasn't…" It was clear by her stare that she was already showing me more patience than she actually possessed at the moment, I decided that the best thing I could do to thank her for punishing the asymmetrical fool was to not be the one to irritate her further. I had never received a Maka chop; even for my more extreme symmetry outburst I had never warranted the blonde meister's fury and quite frankly I wished to keep it that way.

"I… suppose I can get him to rectify his grave error later…?" the statement came out as more of a question as gauged her response.

Her gaze softened as Maka finally dropped the arm that held her book, "Alright then lets get this mission started."

I breathed a sigh of relief and blinked as I noticed something odd, "Maka… why is Soul also on the ground unconscious?"

He was in a similar state as Black*Star, 'When did this happen? Was this while I was screaming at Black*Star?'

I noticed from the corner of my eye the ghost of a smile on her lips, "Don't worry about it" was all she said as she faced the temple, eyes closed in concentration.

The structure itself wasn't much in terms of extravagance; it was a simple stone building much like that we had on the lost island, though this one was significantly smaller. It showed clear signs of aging, corrosion marks were scattered across the otherwise smooth stone and parts of the outer walls were visible crumbling.

"I can't sense any human souls yet, but I can clearly make out the lingering essence of strong magic."

"Well what are we waiting for?" It appeared Black*Star had finally woken up, "lets do this!"

And with that he ran inside, "Black*Star!"

"Sorry Maka, the Great Black*Star can't hear you over the sound of how awesome he is!"

The both of us could help but face-palm, this was so typical of him, we could hear his loud calls of Yahoo and the sounds of Tsubaki's protests to wait for us in the distance.

"Let's just go before he does something stupid," Maka said extending her left arm out to a grumpy looking Soul. It seemed he had finally come to and was none too pleased with his meister at the moment, though you could clearly see she didn't care. Nonetheless he followed her silent order to transform.

"Agreed," as I removed Liz and Patti from their holsters underneath my jacket.

We nodded to each other as a sign that we were both ready to proceed and together we crossed the threshold into the darkened interior of the abandoned witches' temple.

Well it looks like this first chapter is roughly 3, 431 words. I was hoping for more but hey, not bad for the first one right? As I said this story depends on the reaction from you my dear readers, if the story seem like something you would continue to read please let me know and it will fuel my motivation to keep writing. Also if anyone gets any ideas while reading about what you would like to see or think of something that would make a good addition to the story feel free to tell me. I won't guarantee the idea will be used by they do help when I get stuck for inspiration. Thank you and don't forget to favorite and review.