Hi everyone! If you are reading this then thankyou~! And not only do you receive my unconditional love, you get to read the best Maka x Soul fanfic ever! This is my first fanfic ever so please please please review! I love to know your feedback. Just a heads up, I'm mostly winging it with the plot. I don't have any specific plan as to what will happen next. But what I can tell you is that not only will there be other couples (Black Star x Tsubaki and Kidd x ?) but lots of other characters will pop up, awesome action and your favorite; yummy lemoniness! Like I said, this is simply for my own complete Maka/Soul obsession, but I really hope you enjoy it as well. My goal is to update new chapters every Friday soooo we'll see how well that on goes~

Thanks again! Review please! ~Tea


Chapter One . Lingering Nightmare

-Maka-

Everything was still. Death City was dead, having been swallowed by the silence of early morning hours. Streets were empty, ChupaCabra uncharacteristically quiet, and civilization itself seemed to have vanished. The absence of life was unnerving, even to those whom had spent their entire lives here. Not only that but Shinigami mask structures were everywhere. One would think having Death city encompassed by Death's soul himself would bring some solace to those fearful, but not even that could tame the unavoidable feeling of restlessness that snared when out too late. Street lanterns flickered idly, causing shadows to dance across the streets; tormenting wandering gazes that dare look past the main streets and into the alleyways. Above, surrounded by wispy clouds the moon beamed down, casting a opaque gentle glow across the city. It's wicked eye fixated below, and mischievous wide grin bright; with the exception of thick blood that protruded from its clamped teeth.
Maka Albarn, seemingly undiminished by this strange tilt in the atmosphere made her way along. She glanced around with scrutinizing emerald eyes, her curled pig-tails swayed along with the black ribbons that held them. Her heels, strapped and delicate gently clicked against the cobble streets. Maka was in her Black Room dress, she came to realize upon glancing down. It contoured across her arms and torso, gathering on her back in a large bow that then flared out along her legs and trailed behind her. But that is not what pricked her suspicion. It was the fact that her weapon was nowhere to be seen. Maka studied her small, gloved hands, feeling the hollowness of her partner's absence; both in body and soul. She let her hands cascade to her sides, considering they were useless without her weapon.
The confident Meister continued to walk forward, feeling a sudden urgency bubble within her. Logic told her to turn back and head for her apartment but it appeared her body was unwilling to reason as her pace increased and heart rate pounded in her chest. She stopped abruptly, seeing the silhouette of a figure ahead of her. Maka narrowed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief. Although the figure's face hid by shadows, she immediately recognized the black pin-stripe suit.
"Nnnhey Soul! I was wondering where you were!" Maka chirped and bounded forward a couple of steps. "Why are we in our Black Room clothes? Are you alright? We should probably head back to the apartment and-..." Maka blinked, trailing off from her sentence, noticing his lack of response. She halted, clasped her hands behind her back and inclined forward warily. "Soul?"
A churn of discomfort twisted in her gut as the silence stretched. She took a hesitant step back and lowered herself into a slightly defensive stance. The figure stepped forward slowly, pulling away from the shadows to at last reveal itself. Maka's throat clasped shut as she struggled to take a breath. It wasn't the figure's appearance that terrified her, it was its lack of appearance. The Meister's mouth gaped in horror as its mouth curled into a smile and slowly stretched, splitting the face in two. She watched, while a sheen of sweat covered her face and neck as a dis-contorted mass manifested out of its mouth. Now, frozen in terror, a deformed reflection of herself, pig-tails and all drooled out and twisted around to face the Meister. The crazed Maka persona fixated her eyes on the real Maka and a long, curling smile flashed across her face. Her jade eyes bulged from her face as she squirmed from the mouth, spitting out an arm. Insane Maka wiggled her fingers and a bubbling burst of giggles escaped her as she sang, "Peek a boo!"


Maka bolted upright, choking on a soundless scream. She glanced around wildly in complete disorientation, her heart drumming against her ribcage. She sat frozen, afraid the kishin monster she had just witnessed would devour her if she moved. Eventually, her senses returned to her and she let out an uneven breath. This wasn't the first time she had experienced nightmares, but this one was one of the more vivid and terrifying ones. Maka rubbed her hazy eyes and glanced down at her clock resting on her bedside table. She still had an hour and a half before her and Soul needed to go to the Academy. Soul. Maka paused, craning her ear toward her door for any signs of life. When she got no response, Maka brushed it off and crawled out of her bed. She took her time getting ready, meticulously positioning her blouse and straightening her tie. She idly raked a brush through her hair, allowing her thoughts to wander before swooping up her hair into her signature pig-tails. She bent forward, grabbing the book she had read last night and made her way out of her room. She stopped abruptly, catching her reflection in the mirror and inaudibly groaned. Even if she had makeup, it would do her no justice. Deep purple bags sculpted around her eyes and her face was blotchy as though she had cried. She didn't recall doing so, but she wouldn't be surprised if she had during her nightmare.
Maka made herself useful in the kitchen. The thoughtless busy work didn't help with her lingering nightmare, but she cast it off as best she could. Blair was no where in sight so she decided to take the time and make omelets. She swept throughout the kitchen, setting the table with toast, butter and jam. Oh what the heck, she thought as she baked some cinnamon rolls. Maka flipped their omelets on plates, Soul's having extra ham and bacon bits in his -just the way he liked it. Maka glanced at the clock, wondering when Soul would roll out of bed. Once the smell hit his room he was bound to come shuffling in. She bent forward in the fridge, rummaging for the orange juice and as if on que, Maka heard the gentle snick of Soul's door opening and his slow, heavy footsteps. Maka placed the orange juice cups down and flashed him her best attempt at a convincing smile. "Good morning!" She chirped.

Soul rubbed his heavy-lidded eyes and raked his fingers through his ruffled white bed head. "Morning Maka." He yawned, flashing his sharp shark teeth. "What's all this for?" His crimson gaze fell to the table as he drooled hungrily.

Maka shrugged easily, "I woke up early so decided to cook something extra." Maka shook her head in amusement, seeing as he wasn't going to complain. Maka sat down at the small table across from him and picked at her breakfast. She wasn't very hungry, actually, she felt sick. Maka glanced up, watching Soul inhale his food loudly, picking up his omelet like it was a slice of pizza.

Soul looked up, meeting Maka's furlong expression. "You gonna eat that?" He mumbled, popping a cinnamon roll in his mouth like a grape.

"No, here." Maka frowned at her plate the handed it over to Soul. She took a sip of her orange juice and glanced out the window with a cryptic expression. She watched the sun groggily rise, yawning as it inclined higher in the sky. She hadn't realized Soul had stopped eating and was staring at her. Maka blinked, meeting his intense crimson eyes and flushed. "What?"

"Are you okay?" Soul asked, his voice slightly hinting toward the curiosity he really felt. He studied her with serious eyes, noticing the deep bruising bags underneath her emerald eyes.

Maka flushed again and rambled nervously, "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine I-"

"Maka, you look like hell."

Maka's eyebrow twitched, and as if connected to a string her hand shot up, gripping one of her books that miraculously appeared out of nowhere and connected it with Soul's cranium. "MAKA-CHOP!"

"OW! Jesus Maka! What was that for?!" Soul growled, rubbing the swollen bump on his head.

"How dare you call your Meister ugly! And here I just slaved over your breakfast for the past hour that you have yet to thank me for, and you have the nerve to say that!" Maka yelled, her temper flashing her eyes.

"Relax Tiny-Tits!" Another Maka-Chop. "Tch! I didn't mean it like that! You look like the walking dead Maka!" Soul took a deep breath, recomposing himself and raked his fingers through his hair. "Seriously though, did something happen?" Soul eyed her suspiciously, watching his Meister quickly advert her gaze. He glanced off, pouting gloomily for a moment. "And thank you. For breakfast and all." Soul mumbled in a softer tone.

Maka let out a deep breath, allowing her shoulders to slump. "I'm fine, really. " She mumbled quietly, avoiding his intense eye contact. She swept her eyes across the room, looking for any kind of escape from his gaze. Her eyes settled on the clock. "Hey, c'mon we're gonna be late for school."


The crisp Autumn breeze that whipped across Maka's face and through her pig-tails was refreshing and awakening. It helped her clear her mind as Soul sped throughout Death City on his rumbling motorcycle. When they reached the Academy, Maka swayed her arms at her sides, with Soul slouching behind; the two made their way up the grand stairs. The Meister hummed to herself, returning to her normal cheerful behavior. It seemed that at last her nightmare was past her, or, at least for the moment. It was easy to tell by the eccentric buzz throughout the corridors that it was Friday. Throngs of students weaved throughout them, chatting with one another about their weekend plans.
"HEY SOUUUL! NEHEHEHE!" A familiar loud cackle burst out from behind the two. Suppressing a groan, Maka turned just in time to see her Weapon get tackled to the ground. Black Star slapped Soul's back and bellowed out, "THAT'S IT! BOW DOWN TO YOUR GOD." Maka shook her head, frowning at the two as they scuffled with one another, pulling hair and throwing quick jabs.

"Men." Maka mumbled to herself, rolling her eyes. She glanced up from the two and saw her tall, attractive friend, Tsubaki. "Hello!" Maka smiled and offered a half-wave.

"Morning Maka-chan." Tsubaki murmured gently, offering her an apologetic smile as her eyes flicked down at Black Star. She stood beside her friend and the two of them returned their gazes back to the two Weapons fighting. "Should we stop them?" Tsubaki asked fretfully, her eyebrows knitting together.

"Nah. They're too stupid, it would be a waste of time." Maka stately bluntly, swatting her hand in dismay. "Let's go." Maka marched off, followed by Tsubaki into their Crescent Moon Class. They settled themselves in their normal seats, beside Patti, Liz and Kidd.

"Hey hi hello! EHEHEhehe" Patti giggled and swayed her crudely drawn giraffe at the two.

"Hey guys.." Liz mumbled casually, but keeping her eyes locked on her freshly painted nails.

Maka and Tsubaki glanced down at Kidd, expecting a hello. Tsubaki sighed and Maka deadpanned at the hopeless shinigami. Sweat began to spread across his forehead as he mumbled almost neurotically to himself while he measured where to place his pencil. Dismissing his behavior, the two girls sat down beside each other, saving seats for their partners. The door suddenly swung open and in marched Soul and Black Star, clothes scraped, panting, arms over each others shoulders and two identical grins plastered on their faces.

"May Sinigami bless you with common sense." Maka grumbled, shooting daggers at the two from her eyes.

Black Star and Soul sat down in their seats, staying quiet for less that a minute before the two started to holler once more. "WANNA FIGHT? I'LL DESTROY YOU AGAIN!" Black Star roared.

"You're on!" Soul chuckled and jumped to his feet once more.

"MAKA-CHOP!" Soul collapsed to the ground, a wedge of his skull indented where Maka had smacked her book on. She crossed her arms and glared down at her partner, face angry and red.

Soul sat up, rubbing his head and growled under his breath. "I can see you're feeling better."

Maka's face flared up on more and her hand twitched over her book. She would have done even more damage if Professor Stein hadn't come wheeling in.

"Attention class! Attention! Let's get straight to it, today we'll be reviewing Soul studies." Professor Stein cranked the wheel on the side of his head as the class let out a collective groan.

Maka opened up her book, returning to the sentence she had last left off on. She had already studied it weeks ago. She was 7 chapters ahead of her class, putting it all to memorization. But even so, she paid attention in class, answering a question or two to help pass time. Beside her, Soul leaned over his desk, mouth open and drooling. She was tempted to slap him awake, but his relaxed, sleeping face was somehow reassuring. Exhaustion suddenly barreled throughout her body and sucked her life away. Maka rubbed her eyes, now feeling the ache of what her nightmare had caused. She rested her head on her desk, pretending to take notes, but continued to watch Soul sleep. Professor Stein's voice became distant and blurred, and the world, it just drifted off . . .

"Maka... Maka... Maka!" Professor Stein called out and Maka jolted upright. She glanced around in bewilderment, eyes heavy-lidded. Everyone in the class room had their eyes trained on her. Maka blinked wildly and peeled her pencil off her cheek. A wave of quiet snickers and giggles spread throughout her class. Maka's cheeks and neck flushed a deep red. Her face felt like it was burning and her heartbeat drummed in her ears. Maka glanced at Soul who was now awake and staring at her with an odd, cryptic expression. His crimson eyes shaded behind his white, spiky hair. "Um... What was that Professor Stein?" Maka fumbled with her thumbs, realizing she didn't know the answer. "I, um, uhh-"

"We just learned this today, Maka." Professor Stein said, giving her a disapproving look. "I expect much better of you Maka, I recommend you don't sleep in class or you'll become a Black Star prodigy." He reprimanded sternly, silencing Black Star's complaint with his hand. "Anyone else know the answer? -Yes Ox."

Maka hung her head shamefully, her face blazing with a scorching, humiliated blush. Thankfully Ox had taken away most of the class's attention away from her, but a few eyes still lingered. Maka rubbed her eyes fiercely, dislodging any sleep that still may cloud them. She glanced over at Soul who continued to stare intently at her.

Soul's eyebrows furrowed together, lips caught in a firm line and maroon eyes impossible to decrypt. Soul opened his mouth and started to speak, but his words were quickly drowned out by the loud, shrill bell.

Maka stiffly rose to her feet, face finally cooling as the class droned out of the room. "Come on, let's just go to lunch." She watched as his expectant face faded, mouth closed and his dismissive facial expression returned. Soul frowned slightly, nodded and followed after his Meister.


WELL? How was it? We all love cliffhangers~ REVIEW! 3