Authors Note: Alright. This is my first fanfic story. I am a big Soul Eater fan. I always wanted to write a fanfic, and decided to write this. Of course I'm not sure where its going yet, but I'll think of something. I do not own Soul Eater. Feel free to point out flaws or anything like that. The only way I can improve is through mistakes. And I have no idea where this story will head or a good title. So any ideas, I'm all ears. Let me know what you guys think! ^-^

I pushed Maka unto the bed, my lips never leaving hers. Her slender fingers ran through my hair, making it more messy than it already was. My lips moved from her lips to her chin. She began pulled my hair as I nibbled on her jaw. She gasped and pulled me closer, "Soul-"

Her voice sounded urgent the more I nibbled on her skin. I could barely control my voice from sounding strange, but it was impossible with her so close to me. Moaning, I laid my head against her neck. She felt so warm, "I love you, Maka." I pulled back to look her. The moonlight from the window barely luminated my room, but it was enough for me to see Maka's face. Her cheeks were now red and she was smiling up at me. Her hair was loose, no longer in her pigtails. The yellow pajamas she wore was annoying to me, it barely revealed any of her perfect skin. After a few moments of silence, she finally spoke again, "Soul?"

I smiled, content with this moment of Maka laying below me. Her arms were wrapped around my neck as she snuggled closer to me. I brushed my hands up and down her arms, "Yeah, Maka?" This is paradise. I couldn't believe how amazing it was to finally tell her everything. It was refreshing to be this comfortable with her now. I waited, expecting her to ask me something. A few moments went by before she said my name again, "Souuul?"

Her eyes were full of lust and she looked calm, but her voice suddenly sounded different. I shrugged, mocking her strange tone of voice, "Makaaa?" This was so uncool, she is ruining the mood! Of course... it got weirder. Her hand slowly came up to my face, her index finger pointing out at me, "Souuul?" I leaned back, loosening my arms around her. What the heck is she doing?

"Maka. I just confessed my love for you and you're acting insane." Her finger finally jabbed the tip of my nose. I closed my eyes as I felt her suddenly long fingernail scratch me. I brought my hand to my face, rubbing the tender nose.

"Ouch! Ma-" I opened my eyes to see that I wasn't looking down into Maka's emerald eyes, but looking up into Blair's yellow ones. Her finger was still in my face, sitting on top of me, "Soul?" What is this?...

I glared at her, groaning from the disrupted dream, "What you doing in my-" Glancing down, I noticed she was wearing a smaller bra than usual, which was messed up since her boobs were huge. The rest of her outfit was the same. She wore her hat that resembled a witches hat, her regular black underwear, her black boots and the coat that served no purpose. To sum it up, she looked like a prostitute as usual.

Blood squirted from my nose as I went to push her away, "Get out of my room, perv!" Suddenly her arms wrapped around my neck. It was to the point where she began to strangle me. I gasped for breath as she tried to smother me with her chest, "But Soul! You like my company, don't you?" I tried to push her off softly without trying to hurt her. It's so uncool to actually hurt or fight a girl, "Blair!"

She finally got the hint after a few moments and released me after squeezing me one last time. I gasped for breath then struggled to sit up. This gave the cue for Blair to get off me and the bed, "What are you doing in my room anyways?" Suddenly the dream came back to me. I glanced at the door, "Where's Maka?"

"Oh! Maka's making breakfast. She asked me to wake you up so you wouldn't be late for school." I sighed, tossing back the blankets. Resting my arms on my knees, I rubbed the back of my neck. Blair turned to leave, "I personally think you shouldn't go. I came in here and you looked like you were having a bad dream, mumbling something to yourself." I glanced up to see Blair leave my room quietly, hopping like a cat as she did. I ran my hands through my hair, it was all just a dream. It was a good dream though, despite what Blair had said. I smiled to myself, maybe having that dream will give me good luck today.

Stumbling into the bathroom across from my room, I went to brush my teeth and wipe the blood from my nose. This morning was so far the uncoolest this week had to offer. From Black Star picking a fight with Maka on Monday and Professor Stein giving us an unexpected test yesterday, this morning was the lowest on the cool scale.

I walked into the kitchen to see Maka wearing her regular apron. Her outfit was the same regular school girl outfit she had always wore. She smiled at me as she flipped an omelet, "Morning!" I watched her, thinking back on the dream. It has been nearly 4 months since we defeated the kishin, but it seemed like nothing changed.

She glanced back at me, "You're omelet is on the table." I walked over to the table and sat at the seat where the omelet was placed. The images from my dream came back to me slowly. It felt so real.

Just as fast as those thoughts came back, they were interrupted by Maka, "I am sure that we are going over what we did on the test yesterday-" She began to talk about what her plans were for today as I ate, "You wanna watch a movie tonight?" I smiled as I devoured half of my omelet, "Yeah! Sounds great." She chuckled and went back to making her breakfast, "You can pick the movie then." An evening with Maka... it wasn't like my dream but at least it was something.

Soul was acting strange this morning. It seemed like something was bothering him. As his partner, I should be concerned, but it would be better if he just came out and told me when he was ready. If I pushed him to tell me, it would only make things harder and then he would never tell me what was wrong.

We walked through the halls of the academy. Students walked by us, some occasionally waving and saying 'hi'. Finally we found ourselves standing in front of the mission board. There were a lot of assignments in progress, its been a few months since we defeated the kishin and we weren't allowed any big assignments. Lord Death thought it was best for us to just take a break.

Take a break, that phrase was insulting to me. I'm Maka Albarn! I'm destined to make Soul a Death Scythe, to be great like Mama was. I can't take a break now. I was pulled away from my thoughts by a soft nudge, "Maka." I turned to looked into crimson eyes, "You okay?" He had a concerned look on his face as he dug his hands into his black coat pockets.

"Yeah. I just want to take on another mission soon." Soul nodded, listening to what I had to say. Glancing back at the assignments that were complete and some that were in-progress, I sighed, "By this rate, you will never become a Death Scythe. We are slacking and we'll be behind if we don't do anything soon."

"Its almost been 4 months since we defeated the Asura. There's no need to rush." I looked back at Soul, shocked at what he said, "Really? You don't mind not becoming a Death Scythe anytime soon?" He shrugged, "Nah, its fine with me. We're a good team. We'll get the 99 kishin eggs and a witch's soul before we know it." His smile grew as he looked at me from the corner of his eyes, "Besides, I like not having to do anything and just time to relax. Makes me feel like less of a nerd."

I smiled and smacked Soul in the arm, which he rubbed. He always found a way to try to sneak in a teasing insult towards me. "Ouch, Maka!" I giggled as he smiled at the moment, which slowly faded away along with Soul's smile. He turned to me with a serious face. Soul bit his lip, as if he wanted to say something to me. Is he going to tell me what was bothering him? Soul opened his mouth to finally speak.

Just before he could, a loud crash rang in the hallway as everyone turned to see who it was, "You IDIOT! Look what you've DONE!" That's Kid's voice. What could those idiots be up to now? Soul glanced over his shoulder, "That doesn't sound good."

I nodded, "It sounds like Kid, lets go check it out." Soul agreed as we walked towards the crash. We both pushed through a group of students to find Black Star scratching his head, a Tsubaki standing next to him with an apologetic look on her face and the Thompson sisters sitting next to a depressed Kid on the floor.

Kid was sprawled out on his stomach, mumbling to himself, "I'm garbage... Asymmetrical garbage... Worthless piece of trash..." Patty was petting Kid's head as Liz tried to calm him down, "It was an accident. You're not trash... and besides, the paint gives you more pizzazz to your outfit. Everyone will notice the bright red instead of the symmetry."

Soul and I walked over to Black Star, who greeted him with their regular hand shake. Soul asked quietly, slipping his hands back into his pockets, "What happened here?" Tusubaki glanced at me and gave a tired sigh. The look on her face only told me one thing... Black Star. There was no doubt he had something to do with this. Then again, Kid was dramatic when it came to symmetry. We all seen this a million times before with Kid.

Black Star frowned as he watched Kid, "Me and Tsubaki were leaving the lunch room. I decided to kick the door open to give myself a grand entrance to all the other students in the hall who worship me, but I didn't know Patty was walking by carrying red paint. The door smacked the box she was carrying and it hit Kid."

Soul chuckled, "Man, you messed up big time. That's so uncool." I knelt down to try to see Kid's face. Red paint was smeared all over the front of his black coat. Patty smiled as she continued to pet his head, "Kid wanted the paints to try and do a symmetrical painting thingy." I smiled at Patty and looked down at him, "Its alright, Kid. Its nothing to worry about. It doesn't look that bad."

The dizzy look in his eyes told me he wasn't listening to either Liz or me. She groaned then glanced at me and Soul, finally noticing we were there. "Hey guys." She changed the subject quickly, "What's up?"

"We just came to see what happened, that's all." Soul said with a bored voice. Liz nodded slowly. "Well, you can see what happened here..." Her blue eyes then glared at Black Star, "Because of that loser!" Black Star shrugged, "Sure, like I was suppose to know you guys were walking by with a box of paint!"

"Well, who opens doors that way?!" Liz then turned back to me, with a urgent look on her face, "Oh yeah, Lord Death wanted you two to go see him. He says it's important."

Lord Death wants to see us? What on earth for? Was it about the missions? Soul must have read my mind, "What about?" Liz shrugged as she grabbed Kid's arm, "I'm not sure. He didn't say." She wrapped his arm around her neck and turned to her younger sister, "Come on, Patty. We better take him home so he can change. We don't want him to get his nosebleed all over the floor."

Patty giggled, "That's so funny, sis!" She grabbed Kid's other arm. We all stood and watched as Liz and Patty struggled to get Kid to stand on his own feet. His lifeless arms dangled over their necks as his useless feet made a squeaking noise against the tiled floor when they began to walk, "Tsubaki, can you grab the paint and bring it home with us? I don't want Kid to freak out if its not with us."

She nodded, "Yeah, anything I can do to help." Tsubaki grabbed the box and began to grab the remaining tubes of paint that lay around the floor. I knelt down and started to help her. She smiled at me as she grabbed the last tube, "Thanks, Maka." I stood up, brushing the dirt off my legs, "No, problem."

"We should get going." Soul said in a light whisper against my ear. His breathe sent shivers down my spine. Soul was just being his normal self, but the way he said that made my knees shake. I turned to him and nodded, "Alright." I glanced back, waving at everyone, "We'll see you guys later." They all waved at us as we turned to leave.

Liz then pointed at Black Star, "You can clean up this mess you've created."

"What? Why do I have to do it?" Soul grabbed my arm and pulled me away as we heard Liz yell at Black Star, "Because you're the moron who decided to kick doors open! You might as well clean it since it was your idea! We have to take the lunatic home before he becomes anymore crazy than he already is!"

"I am a GOD! I don't clean!"

I walked down the street, watching the dark shadows closely. I sensed his soul, but his soul was difficult. It was very hard to tell where he was since he was very fast on his feet. I held Soul tightly in my hands, "He's near by." This was a small town that lived near a forest. Mainly small stores and little houses, but nothing big. The small town was near Death City, just a small 35 minute drive for us.

Lord Death told us about a this man's soul; on the verge of becoming a kishin egg. From the information we were given, this man knew this place well, giving him the upper hand at the moment. The mans name was John Malderson, a local serial killer who liked the taste of human souls. His human form changed after killing so many innocent lives. Lord Deaths voice filled my mind.

'It has been a while since you two last took on a big mission. This should be a breeze for you two after your long break. Defeating the Kishin was a hard task.' I stopped in the middle of the road, listening to the dark streets.

"What is it, Maka? Where is he?" I looked down at Soul's blade, seeing his reflection looking up at me. I glanced around the area, trying to figure where the man's soul was exactly. Faintly I could hear footsteps echo between the buildings, "I can't tell for sure." Suddenly, I felt it. His soul. It was behind me, coming fast, "There!"

I spun around, twirling Soul as fast as I could. The man was in mid air, his sword pointed right at me. I continued to twirl Soul fast. His sword bounced off of my weapon, ruining his air attack. The serial killer quickly jumped back, only 9 feet away from me.

Repeating the action he had just done, I jumped back as well, bracing myself. He was an ugly man, with wide shoulders and a thin, narrow nose. The color of his skin looked as white as snow. His teeth were razor sharp and his brown hair was stringy and looked like it had grease in it. The color of his sunken eyes were black, giving me the impression that they were dilated. His clothes were dirty, and his fingers were looked like twigs. I pointed at him, "Serial Killer John Malderson!"

He hissed at me coldly as I said his name. I smiled at him in response, "My name is Maka Albarn. I'm a scythe meister from the DWMA -" I twirled Soul in my hand then took a defensive stance. My stance braced for any attack he had, my hands gripping Soul firmly, "- and I'm here for your soul."

The man slowly smiled, sending shivers down my spine. His smile reminded me of... Papa. That's a mean thing to say. Comparing Papa to this man... but it's true. He is so creepy! They had very similar smiles.

He lifted his left hand, revealing his dagger. It wasn't as long as a regular fighting sword, but from my distance I knew it was sharp.

I faintly heard Soul, "Watch it, Maka. His sword is poisoned. That's how he killed his victims." Lord Death's words came back to me once Soul mentioned it. 'He carries a long dagger with him at all times. Unlike regular swords, this blade is soaked in poison. The reason why he uses poison is so he can watch his victims suffer before he eats their souls. This is a warning you shouldn't take lightly. I am not sure how fast the poison spreads, but its best to be defensive at all times and if possible, fight at a distance.'

I nodded slowly, not leaving my eyes off the man, "I know." The man then charge at me, his dagger at his side. He swung at me madly. I barely had time to react to react to each of his hits. I blocked one hit after another. He lowered the dagger, as if to attack from below. I took the opportunity to swing my weapon around him with Soul's blade behind his back, ready to take his soul. Just as I thought I had him, his right hand grabbed Soul, nearly jerking him from my hands.

Soul! I pulled back on my weapon, trying to get back control, "Stop it!" His left hand then came out of no where, his dagger coming straight for me. I leaned back, struggling to keep my grip on my weapon, the dagger reaching for my waist. "Maka!" I groaned, hearing my black coat tear.

Did he just cut me? I can't tell... He brought his hand back for another strike, his other hand lost its grip on my weapon. I glared at him, bringing my boot up. The heel of my boot kicked him in the stomach as I pulled on Soul. It was similar to the same technique I used when we fought Blair. The serial killers body turned to ash that blew in the wind, revealing the kishin egg. I flipped in the air, releasing Soul and landed on my feet.

Soul immediately turned back to his regular form, turning to me quickly, "Are you alright? Did he cut you?" I glanced down at my waist, feeling for a cut. I pressed my hand to where he had ruined my coat. My heart stopped, feeling liquid seep through my gloves. Oh no...

What do I say? Soul tends to over react. I don't need Soul hysterical right now. I can wait till we get back to Death City. I smiled at Soul sweetly, "Yeah, he just got my coat."

"Are you sure? Let me look!" His hands went for my coat immediately. I pushed his hands away from my waist, "Soul, I'm fine. He just ruined my coat. That's all." I smiled at him, trying to convince him I was okay, "There's no need to worry, I'm fine. We've just glad we finished the mission." Soul's worried face vanished, "Yeah. We did." He turned to the kishin egg, "Its been so long!" Hunger filled his eyes.

He grabbed the kishin egg, lifting it up above him. I continued to keep a smile on my face as the soul dangled from his fingertips. The cold air was beginning to make me feel uncomfortable. I lightly pressed my hand to my right hip, not keeping my eyes off of Soul. My palm was just inches above my cut.

With his mouth wide, I watched in fascination as Soul's tongue touched the egg first before he swallowed it, drool rolling down his lips, "Ahhh." He brushed the saliva from his face, "That was good." His crimson eyes looked at me, "You ready to go back?"

I slowly nodded, "Yeah, lets go." Applying pressure to my cut, the pain stung. Soul stretched as he began walking towards the motorcycle. My knees began to buckle. I pressed my hand on my waist again, pain jolted through my torso this time. I hissed, he got me pretty good. My heart started beating so fast. Is the poison taking affect now? Oh no... How can I tell Soul? He stopped and looked at me, "You okay, Maka?"

"Yeah," I knew the moment I would tell him, he would panic. This needed to be done gently, "I was just thinking-"

I groaned, the pain came back again, "We are a pretty good team." Soul smiled at me, his eyes darkening a bit, "The best." Despite the fact I was worried for my life, seeing Soul this way made me feel like things would be okay. He stuck his hands in his pockets, "Lets go."

Taking a step towards him, I felt the pain surface again. It burned and stung all my nerves. My knees gave way as I crashed to the ground. "Maka!" My body began to shake as I realized everything just gotten worse. Wrapping my arms around my waist, I did my best not to cry. Soul grabbed my coat, pulling my sleeve down my arm and away from my torso, revealing my hip. I struggled to sit up so I could glance down to finally see the cut. I knew it was bad from how bad it hurt, but it couldn't be really-

"You idiot!" My eyes were filled with tears. The cut was starting to look black, blood stained my shirt and skin. Soul put my coat back on, "We need to get you to the hospital." I glanced up at Soul, feeling light headed at the sudden movement. His face was harder to focus on. No matter how hard I tried, it only blurred. His voice sounded... slow. I shook my head, "This is a small town... The closest hospital is Death City...The academy."

Soul lifted me up, making the dizziness worse, "Hang in there, Maka-" I screamed as Soul lifted me bridal style, the pain hurting so much more than before, "Sorry!" I watched him, mainly staring at his eyes, being lost in the color of them. If his eyes were the last thing I would see... I'd be okay with that. The sky and clouds seemed to mix together into one color, his face starting to become less clear. I closed my eyes, "Please... hurry."