A/N: This is my first Soul Eater Fic so let me know how it is! I know I haven't written like anything but that's because my first two horrid fictions for Okami made me feel like all my work was just as bad as that. Anywho Thank Euregatto for being the reason I got writing again!

Disclaimer: Okay so if I said I owned Soul Eater and was indeed the genius who created it would you believe me? -Sweat drop- Thought so… So I don't own Soul Eater or its characters…

"So you two will be heading to Italy and attend a school there that is suspected to have pre-Kishin activities. When you arrive someone will be waiting with two addresses; one for your apartment the other for the school; and a key to your temporary apartment." Shinigami explained, head bobbing back and forth with his words, "Please let me know what you discover there and go on patrols of the town; the townspeople have been worried over rising murders probably caused by the Pre-Kishins we're looking for. Got it all?" Asked the man as he finally stopped swaying to inspect the Meister and Weapon's faces.

The tan haired girl with pig tails nodded, "Yeah, we'll let you know when we arrive in Italy and find our apartment." Maka smiled, her pale emerald eyes glowing with excitement about going away for so long.

"Okay then; I will await your call! See ya!" called the tall black figure to the two students.

The white haired boy snorted as the partners began to leave the Death room, "We go on an extra-curricular lesson and yet Shinigami still makes us go to school? Well I can al-" Soul was cut off by Maka.

"Don't you even think about skipping Soul Eater Evans! What if I discovered the Pre-Kishins? I couldn't fight them without you!" She called Maka-chopping him with that book she stores somewhere in her garb.

Soul groaned at the use of his full name, "Fine, fine. You win; I won't skip." he caved, nursing the injury to his head.

~ S O U L ~ E A T E R ~

The flight from Death City, Nevada to Rome, Italy was a very long one but the two arrived six hours longer then the ride due to the time frame there. They had left at 7:00 AM and arrived at 7:30 PM. Both desperately needed sleep.

After baggage claim and Soul almost chanting, 'This is so un-cool' the Demon scythe halted his repetitive whining when he spotted a man holding a sign, "Oi, Maka. Is that guy for us?" he asked pointing toward the man holding a sign reading 'Maka Albarn and Soul Eater Evans' in thick, bold lettering.

Maka followed his pointing finger and shrugged, "I don't know. But how many Soul Eater Evans' are out there with a Maka Albarn?" she asked him, as she walked to the man, luggage in tow.

Maka had to hold back a small fit of giggles at peoples' faces as they read the sign for them; most were pretty horrified and others glanced at it and then their head snapped back to the area in front of them, eyes wide. Did people really fear a person just by their name? Sure Soul has some strange attributes but they don't know that. They walked up to the scrawny man with sandy hair, "Ah, we're Maka and Soul." Maka said quietly to get the mans' attention.

"O-oh. Well here's your k-keys and the address." he stuttered with a thick Italian accent, dropping the keys and slip with the address written and school address on it in her hand; He then fled.

"Wow he seems just like Crona. Afraid of everyone around him." Soul said in a weary voice, as he stares after the young man who had been so eager to leave the moment they arrived. He glanced at Maka, "you ready?" he asked not waiting for a response to leave the building intending to get a cab to their apartment.

When Soul failed miserably so catch a cabbie Maka stepped forward and almost immediately a cab came to them. After placing the bags in the back the Shibusen students sat in the cab and Maka read off the address to the very tan, very fat man driving them, "Can we please get a ride to 386, Centre apartments on Marco Fano road?" she asked politely, reading off the paper.

"Yeah, if you're little boyfriend gets out and I-" Soul grit his teeth together. He was already tired, so this guy just had to go and piss him off. He didn't care that he called him Maka's boyfriend. He was tired and not putting up with this shit.

"Listen up. I'm tired, I just got off a plane I'd been on for the last six and a half hours, and now you want me to get out of this car so you can take my technician and have me get another cab? Hell no. Either you're driving both us or you're not taking either of us anywhere." Soul hissed, crimson eyes gleaming in the rearview mirror menacingly.

The mans' hard chocolate brown eyes letup as he shrugged and said, "Alrighty then. I guess that I can't pry him away from his little lady now can I?" he asked more to himself then anyone as the man drove them to their destination.

~ S O U L ~ E A T E R ~

They had finally arrived at the Centre apartments and for the forty five minute ride Soul was unusually quiet and kept a constant glare on the cabbie for the entire ride. After getting their belongings out of the trunk and the cab drove off Maka asked her partner, "Ne Soul; you okay?" she asked, worried that the man had honestly hurt Soul mentally.

The weapon nodded his head s they dragged their things inside, "I'm just tired." He reassured her with a small smile. There was a man at the desk, Soul walked up to him, "We're here to claim room 217." Soul informed the man as he dangled the key in front of him.

The attendant nodded, "It's on floor six. And your pay already covers nine months." he said returning his attention to a magazine splayed before him.

"Thank you very much." Maka gave a small bow, following Soul to the elevator. As it opened they were greeted with its' ding. The entered the small area and Maka pressed the button with the number six on it. Soul was still quiet, only a frown etched into his tanned features, ruby eyes not really seeing anything.

Their apartment when you first entered into the living room a small beige couch covered by a creamy blanket and a dark mahogany chair toward the far corner that melted into the caramel colored walls that stretched into the kitchen directly to the left of the door. It had a standard gray and white tile pattern on the floor of the small area. There were three doors, one leading into the sea blue bathroom, one leading into a sage green room with a single window facing outside, the bed with a tawny blanket atop it. There was also a small golden brown bureau with a mirror on it.

Then the final room had dark purple colored walls with another window, a bed set in the center of the room with a navy blue cover and a dark brown dresser. They entire house minus the kitchen and bathroom had wood flooring and a rug in the living room.

"Well I guess we can settle in later. We should head to bed and then register for the school in the morning." Maka informed Soul, assuming he wanted this room and leaving with her bags to the forest like room.

"Yeah. Sleep is cool." Soul muttered quietly, shutting his door as he stripped to his boxers in preparation for sleep. He flopped on his bed, 'Why did the Kishin souls have to act up here? Anywhere else would've been better.' he groaned, turning on his side to look out the open window at the yellow moon; blood seeping from between it's teeth, 'This is not cool a bit.' thought before drifting off to sleep.