Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater.

A/N: Okay, so at the request of a couple of fans, I've decided to put this story back up, abusive scenes, random useless OC and all. Only difference is I've removed the 6th chapter, since I figure it's a bit useless and caused more confusion than it solved. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this anyway. I've added in the warning for mentions of abuse (something I didn't exactly realize I was writing in when I wrote this story at a much lower maturity level than I'm at now) so that readers have a better idea of what to expect and I don't get nasty messages over it. So, enjoy!

Daybreak

Chapter 1: The Kidnap

"This is all your fault, Soul!" Maka yelled, wind racing past her ears so she had to yell. Above her, the first stars began to glitter in the evening sky.

"What the hell, Maka? Why is this my fault!" her weapon yelled from in front of her.

"Because it's always your fault! You're always cheating, or arguing, or just screwing around in general! And I always get in trouble with you!"

"You're the one that's always studying too much to focus on anything else!"

"Well, that way I don't get strip-searched for cheat sheets in the middle of a fucking test!

"Hey, I will pull this damn bike over and drop your skinny, flat-chested ass off of it!"

"Grr, you are such an asshole!"

"And you're a bitch. What else is new?"

Maka cried out in anger and slammed her fists onto his back.

"Why do you always have to—ah! Soul, what the hell!"

Soul pulled his motorcycle suddenly to the side of the road, turning it off and commencing ripping his hair out. Sometimes, this girl just drove him up the wall. He tried to keep his voice even as he spoke through his teeth. He didn't want to yell and hurt her more.

"Get...off...Maka..."

"But Soul-"

"Now!"

Maka gasped and quickly dismounted the back of the bike. But in her haste, her left boot caught on the seat and she fell to the pavement, landing on the side of her face. She groaned and lifted her head. Her eyes widened when she saw Soul standing over her, glaring. She knew that look. He only gave her that look when he was about to really lose it. She couldn't remember the last time she was this afraid of him.

"S-Soul..."

"Stay here," he growled, his glare threatening her.

"Wait a minute!"

Her heart pounded ten times faster in her chest as she watched him turn to walk away.

"No, you can't just leave me here!" she stood up and grabbed his shoulder. Soul didn't even think about his actions before he turned around and pushed her to the ground, glaring and baring his teeth. His red eyes shone like a raging fire, burning straight into her trembling soul. His teeth seemed to get longer and sharper as he yelled at her.

"Look, if you weren't such a fucking bitch all the time, we wouldn't be stuck on this stupid mission right now! And if you hadn't been fuckin' arguing with me while we were fighting the damn snake, we wouldn't have lost!"

Maka was quite literally shaking in her boots. She bit her lip hard as he continued yelling.

"You're such an idiot!" he yanked open his jacket, showing off his scar from their battle with Chrona. "You remember this? Yeah, this was your fault, too! You're such a stupid, ignorant, hopeless BITCH!"

"Stop it! Just stop!"

She couldn't help it. Maka started crying. "I hate it when you say things like that to me!" Maka's body shook with sobs. "And I hate it when you mention...that!" she motioned to his scar as he fasted his jacket shut again. "I hate it! I hate it! I hate you!" she finally screamed, knowing she didn't mean it. She stood and ran down the street, turning the corner and disappearing into the night.

"Wait, Maka!"

But Soul knew he'd never catch up to her. "Fuck!" He slammed his fist onto the brick building next to him. And he did it again and again and again...

"Dammit, dammit, dammit!"

When Soul finally realized the throbbing pain in the side of his hand, he pulled it away and saw that it was bleeding profusely. He started pulling his hair out, smearing blood into the white strands. He stomped back and forth, never straying too far from his motorcycle as he mentally beat himself. He knew she was probably lost in the dark, deserted streets, but he also knew that he couldn't save her.

Aw, hell, he thought, she'll come crying back to me here soon.

As Soul leaned back against the building, cradling his bleeding right hand, he thought of all the previous times they had fought. Maka would leave crying, but a few minutes later, while he was still kicking himself, she'd run back in and latch onto him, crying into his shoulder. Then, he'd hold her close and inhale the scent of her...and sometimes even cry along with her until they both fell asleep on the couch. Oh, how it irritated the hell out of him when he woke up and couldn't get her off his shoulder.

And oh, how he missed the feeling.

Her head on his shoulder, her small hand on his chest. Her slow, even breathing as she continued to sleep. The mere knowledge and assurance that she was there, by his side. Now, he was all alone in the dark, kicking himself again for letting her walk away again.

Now who's the idiot? He thought as he allowed a tear to fall from his eye. He pulled out a picture he never let her know was in his jacket. It was him and Maka a few days after they met, one arm around each other and grinning ear-to-ear at the camera. Maka had taken it with the arm that wasn't around Soul's shoulders.

"Maka..." he sniffed and wiped his face on his sleeve, putting the photo back in his jacket. She always wondered why I wore this jacket all the time. Goddamn...

Now he was scolding himself for crying. Dammit, cool guys don't cry! He insisted in his head. Well, Maka hasn't come back yet. Better go make sure she's okay.

But as he turned around to walk down to street looking for her, he didn't see the shadowy figure behind him raise a board to him.

When Soul woke up, he felt a serious throbbing in the back of his head. He put one hand on the back of his head, and pulled back a bloody palm.

Damn...

He looked above him. There were millions of little diamonds above him, signaling that it was well past midnight.

Past midnight...

"Shit!" Ignoring the pain in his head, he stood up and looked around.

"Maka? Maka! Maka, where the hell are you!"

There was no reply to any of his calls. His heart started thumping out of worry for his meister. With how long he had probably been out, she could be anywhere!

Lost...

Cold...

Starving...

Beaten...

His worst fear: Dead...

He looked down and saw a note. Before it could blow away in the cold night wind, he grabbed it and read it.

I have Maka Albarn.

Find her and return her to the DWMA before dawn...

...or else.