Chapter One, Someone's Not Happy

The night began like no other, the creepy smiling moon was up high in the sky and Maka and Soul got another mission.

Maka reassured Lord Death her and Soul could do this by themselves.

They started through the woods, to where Maka sensed a meisters soul.

When they got to the destination, Maka heard the faint sound of Soul's Voice, "Woah. What is this place? It sure isn't as cool as me."

Maka rolled her eyes and responded quietly as she walked, Scythe in hand, "Soul. Stop, something weird is going o-ahh!"

She quickly jumped out of the way, skidding Soul across the ground she heard a faint 'ouch' but paid no attention.

The dark figure approached them as it chuckled on the way. "Well, well well. Look what we have here. DWMA Students, didn't expect to see you here."

Maka stood her ground, Soul ready to fight in hand. "Who are you!?" Maka proudly shouted.

The figure inched closer and pushed down her blade, "Don't you remember? Maybe some water might jog your memory. "

She stepped away, almost tripping, "Phusikio? What-why are you here!? You shouldn't be here!"

"What? You don't remember an old friend?"

"Maka? What is he talking about?" Maka wasn't expecting this she sensed a dark soul in him, she was hesitant but she missed her childhood friend.

"Soul, come on." As she said that he was transforming back into himself , "This is Phusikio, He is an old childhood friend of mine."

He looked as is he wanted to strangle Phusikio with shoe laces.

"Yea, what are you?" As Soul said that, Phusikio stared at him with a blank face, "You know, a Miester, a Weapon, something?"

Phusikio nodded in understanding, "Well, I'm a scythe miester just like Maka we had the same dream to be working with Lord Death."

Soul examined him as his partner, Hunsike, came into his normal form, "This is not cool. Lets get this straight," Soul said still looking him up and down, "Maka is my partner, not yours."

Soul stomped away, with his back slugged and hands in his pockets, as usual.