Greetings fellow Soul Eater fans. Just a few things before we begin:

1. Honestly I wasn't going to post this cause I think it's crap but a friend of mine convinced me too. I HOPE YOUR HAPPY RAWR! This is my first time posting in this category so any helpful reviews will be nice (just to make sure I have characters personalities down right and all)

2. I don't own Soul Eater. If I did Soul and Maka would have gotten together a LONG time ago. Enjoy!


Soul peeked out from the slit of his eyes, glancing around at everyone as a feeling of nostalgia overcame him. To his right was his meister, Maka, writing frantically as she tried to keep up with Stein's lecture. A row above him was Kid also writing while Liz was painting her nails and Patti was drawing something. Three rows above Soul's location was Black*Star with his head down on his desk, asleep, and Tsubaki taking notes for him. All in all a typical morning.

But Soul knew better.

Biting back a growl, Soul closed his eyes completely, going back to the very beginning of the morning….

*Flashback*

Soul Walked silently behind everyone, watching with lazy eyes as they slowly made their way to Shinigami's Greeting Room(1). The girls were ahead of everyone talking about girly things. Well, Soul thought it was something girly since Maka was waving her arms frantically, looking fearfully at Liz who was smirking wildly. When it was something girly and pertaining to Maka, the young technician was usually NOT ok with it. Kid and Black*Star were just ahead of Soul and were discussing what sounded like a new video game Black*Star got, with the ninja trying to explain the premises of the game to the young shinigami, who looked completely lost.

Soul felt a corner of his mouth lift. He liked the normalcy of it all, he liked it a lot. It reminded him that though they had gotten older, they were still kids. It reminded him it was ok to laugh and joke, and not be so cynical about life.

That cheery mood stayed with him even as everyone drew quiet as they came closer to the Greeting Room. It wasn't often students were called first thing in the morning school hours, so they knew it was something important and got their game faces on.

As Soul got closer he could make out the imposing figure of Shinigami, compared to Stein and Spirit standing next to him. "Hello, hello!" Shinigami greeted when he noticed the young adults, moving his head side to side. "How's it going? What's up? What can I do for ya?"

"Marie said to come to you Father," Kid said as everyone climbed the raised platform.

"Oh yes!" Shinigami replied cheerfully. "I have a mission for all of you!" He watched the kids line up in a half circle, looking at each one of them with black holes. His eyes seemed to linger longer at Soul but that could have been Soul's imagination.

"There are signs that there is a pre-kishin egg that is nearing kishin level," Shinigami said without preamble. Everyone tenses up immediately. Soul felt a spike of fear from Maka's soul and instinctively sent out a wave of calm and reassurance to her. She glanced over at him and sent him a grateful smile which he responded with his own cheeky one, before they both looked back at Shinigami.

Soul couldn't help but recall the event that happened a year ago. They had finally faced off with the kishin, Asura. The raging battle had resulted in a victory for the DWMA with Maka using Soul to cut down the kishin, establishing him the more powerful Death Scythe over Spirit and the others. The battle was anything but celebratory though. Too many lives had been lost and nearly everyone had been beaten with an inch of their lives. Maka had gone through her own special hell by the hands of Asura himself, taking months of therapy to recover both physically and mentally. She still suffered from nightmares but was almost back to her old self. As for Soul….

He had nearly succumbed to the Madness.

It took all he had not to give in and still be able to use the Black Blood power. If Maka's Grigori soul hadn't been holding onto his so tightly, he would have. Physically he was fine now but mentally he was still suffering. He had come in direct contact with the Madness and it grew inside of him. It was still there, shifting, waiting for Soul to let his guard down. He struggled with it every day. At night it was worse, nightmares plagued his mind, and doubts always haunted him. It got so bad that he didn't even sleep anymore.

He didn't dare tell anyone, especially Maka, but he drew strength from his friends and was able to push it back.

"This pre-kishin," Dr. Stein continued with a puff of smoke escaping his mouth, snapping Soul back to reality. "Is rather… intelligent for lack of a better word. It has established a gathering of other pre-kishin eggs. Even as we speak, pre-kishin are flocking to this thing. It is becoming too powerful."

"How has this gone unnoticed until now?" Kid asked authoritatively.

"It was noticed a few months ago," Shinigami said in his ever cheerful voice, focusing everyone's attention back on him. "We kept an eye on it but as Stein-kin said, it is intelligent. It only attacks during festive events, like large parties, allowing it and its army to collect as many souls as they want."

"Heh, sounds like a challenge," Black*Star said smirking while placing his hands behind his head. "Leave it to me! I'll get rid of the leader."

"No," Spirit finally said. "The leader is too powerful. Only a Death Scythe can defeat this thing. The rest of you will be there to handle the other pre-kishin."

"What! A god like me doesn't play second fiddle!"

"You will in this case," Spirit answered looking at the young ninja. "Think of it as a way to collect the souls needed to turn Tsubaki into a Death Scythe. Wouldn't that help you achieve your goal in surpassing the gods?"

Black*Star stopped his fuming as he thought about this. He then smiled and nodded, returning back to his confident self.

After the ninja was through with his outburst, Shinigami turned back to Soul and Maka, waiting for an answer. "Sounds like a cool mission," Soul said, giving the "God of Death" his trademark grin.

Maka sent her partner a disapproving look at his laid back answer before facing Shinigami again with a smile. "We'll be happy to take it. You can count on us!"

"Excellent!" Shinigami said bringing his overly large hands together excitedly. "You'll head out tonight! That is, after you're done with school and went home to pack!"

"Where will this mission be?" Maka asked, always wanting to know the details. Soul was also curious but remained his 'cool guy' façade as he looked at Shinigami. Shinigami seemed to hesitate for a moment before answering.

"Edinburgh, Scotland."

And just like that Soul's good mood, stomach, and heart dropped all at the same time.

*end flashback*

Soul tightened his jaw as he was brought back to the reality of the classroom. 'Out of all the fucking places that fucking egg had to choose, why did it have to be fucking Edinburgh….'

While everyone had gushed about seeing gorgeous country, Soul had remained stoically quiet, not only fighting back his own despair but also the Madness that lashed out at his weakened defenses. It took all he had to not fall to his knees but he kept his 'cool guy' persona up and pulled it off without a hint of the turmoil inside of him. 'Well almost…,´ he thought casting a glance at Maka again.

Instantly Maka had sensed his mood and reached out to him through their souls. He immediately met her halfway, sending off reassuring vibes again; he didn't want her to sense how much Madness was in him and to tip her off about his feelings. When he met her gaze he saw she didn't believe his little act at all. Not for the first time he curse Go for having such a smart partner.

Isn't that one of the reasons you fell in love with her? the little devil, the Imp, in him sneered. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo, could Soul's day get any better?

Soul heard the sinister snicker from the little devil inside of his head. Well, it wasn't so 'little' anymore actually. After the incident with Asura he had grown to Soul's chest and he didn't look so disproportionate anymore. His arms and legs, instead of chubby and mismatched, had equaled out with long talon like hands. His head wasn't as football shaped either, it having turned more round and human with the horns of his head had grown longer and his teeth looked more like fangs. The only thing that hadn't changed was the fact he was still red, wore a damn suit, and looked at Soul with crazed, greedy eyes.

'What do you want?' Soul snapped at it.

For you to let the Madness to take over you, but that isn't going to happen, it seems, anytime soon. So instead I'll settle on mentally torturing you.

Soul envisioned himself kicking the little shit.

Ow! That was uncalled for!'

Soul took grim satisfaction from the pain that he had caused it before saying, 'Go away. I have enough problems to deal with than to hear your shit.'

Aw…. Aren't you even a little bit excited to be finally returning home after what? Five years?(2)

Soul bit back a growl. 'Leave, damn you!'

Alright! Alright! The nuisance is leaving!... But how do you think Maka will take it when she finds out who you really are?

'I am Soul Eater, Death Scythe! I am no longer Soul Evans! Now leave!' Slowly he felt the Imp move to the back of his mind. Sighing heavily Soul opened his eyes, looking ahead at the wall in front of him absentmindedly.

The Imp was right, how would Maka react when she found out about who he was? Hell, how would everyone react? For years he had been open with everyone but about one subject: his past. All they knew was that he had been really good at piano; they didn't know he was a prodigy at it. They didn't know where he came from. That he had had parents and an older brother. They knew absolutely nothing…. And that's how he liked it.

'How would Maka be around me if she finds out?' he thought. 'She hates people lying and withholding information from her. Will this destroy us?' His heart clenched at the thought. He couldn't live without Maka, the one person he trusted above all others and who he could just be himself around without feeling like he was being judged. She would hate him and he couldn't live with that since he loved her.

He resisted the urge to glance at her again, swallowing to wet his now dry throat. Yes, Soul Eater was hopelessly in love with Maka Albarn, had been for years, and he was too much of a coward to tell her. Oh sure, he had tried showing her his affections without just outright kissing her but she was so dense and focused on other things (not to mention a man hater) that they always went unnoticed. So instead he stood as her shadow, always there to protect her from whatever was out there and be the best friend. Even if it did cause him lots of sorrow.

Suddenly he felt something land in his lap. Looking down he noticed a folded piece of paper with no return address. He knew it wasn't from one of those silly girls that asked if he would be their weapon from the lack of hearts and other girly things. Picking it up he opened it, immediately recognizing the hand writing even before he reached the bottom of the note.

Hey you okay?

-Maka

He turned his head to her to see she had stopped taking notes completely, instead looking at him with concerned eyes. 'Crap,' he thought putting his chair down on all fours to write a response.

Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking.

He scooted the letter across the desk to her, watching her take it and read it. It didn't take long for him to get a response.

You sure? You've been acting strange since Shinigami gave us the assignment.

Had it been that obvious? 'She's your partner dumbass,' he told himself, not needing the Imp to berate him this time. 'She knows you better than anyone. She can just feel it.'

He checked the walls around his soul for any breaks to tip her off as he wrote a response. Nope, the walls were still strong besides the little hole that he kept open just for Maka. After the kishin battle she didn't want to let go of Soul's soul at all, her fears of abandonment reaching new heights. He tried to reaffirm that he would never leave her with his words but that hadn't worked. When he tried to withdraw at all she latched onto him like a scared child. Finally, after talking with Dr. Stein and Shinigami about it, they came up with the, both would make sure that at least a little bit of their souls were always connected and Soul made sure that the connection was always sending out happy moods; it didn't mean other feelings leaked out every once in a while but for the most part it was all good. Happy none of his negative thoughts had gotten out, he sent his note to her.

Yeah, I promise. Just thinking about how this mission will go.

He got a message back quickly.

Well don't think too hard. Don't want your brain to explode!

He sent his meister a glare, seeing her cheeky smile, before writing his response.

Don't mistake me for Black*Star, tiny-tits.

Sending her his response he watched, greatly amused, how her happy expression turned into a glare that she sent his way. He knew she wasn't going to Maka Chop him during the middle of class (after he wasn't so sure…) so instead she went the childish route and stuck her tongue out at him before turning back to the lecture.

Soul couldn't help a victory smile cross his lips as he leaned his chair back, returning back to his previous thoughts. He dropped his smile and closed his eyes again leaning his head back. There wasn't really anything he could do about the situation he was in, he slowly came to realize. His fate was handed to him and he could only hope that the mission would end quickly before anyone found out who he was. He really didn't want to lose his friends that he considered his family and the only real woman he ever loved.


1. I forgot what the rooms called but I like my name better. It's where everyone gathers so it's the Greeting Room. Who the hell knows what actually resides behind the mirror.

2. For those of you questioning my choice, let me explain. The episode where the Soul Eater gang was in London, Soul didn't seem particularly upset (albeit he had other things on his mind at the time) but I still believe that he is from the general region. So Scotland was my best bet. And besides who doesn't love a Scotsman ;)

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