A/N: Dedicated to KiarasYuri as she really wanted me to write this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater no matter how much I want to. All characters go to the credit of their creators.

The pigtailed Meister promptly dispatched of the grotesque kishin with a repulsive splash of ichor and guts, her trustworthy scythe yet again revealing to satisfy her in another hostile encounter. Her seemingly alive weapon seemed to grunt with satisfaction aswell-another assignment gone well. Shinigami-Sama would have to be positively delighted with the vast amount of kishin eggs herself and Soul had accumalated over the past two weeks. Truly would have made even her mother proud.

Something clenched in the female's chest-it was the sort of feeling every time she thought about when Soul was on the brink of death and there was no one to blame but herself. Although he was in a vigorous and robust shape latterly, she would never be able to have gone on if anything worse would have happened-and it very well could have. The only other time was when she thought of her mother... She hustled back the thoughts with firm assurance although she knew, deep down, she would never quite condone her mother for leaving her.

"Maka," Came an effortlessly fluid voice almost as familiar to herself as her own. "Earth to Maka!"

Maka, for that was her name, giving the scythe still collected in her hand a fleeting look, saw the likeness of her weapon's features eyeing up at her from the shiny blade before he abruptly managed to shift back into his human form, his white hair sticking up at it's ends, his toothy smirk plastered to his lips. Whereas she was covered in guts and filth, Soul lingered unblemished of dirt in a crisp white shirt and jeans with his usual headband strapped across his forehead. "That's our eight soul in a row over there," He inclined his head towards the kishin egg as he spoke in his cool vocals. "Kid would be very proud indeed."

Kid wouldn't be the only one who would be proud, she thought as the tightness in her chest flourished again, making it hard for Maka to keep her cool. But aloud she said: "Yes, he would be."

Rewarded with a odd gaze from her partner, they strutted over to the smoothly bobbing kishin egg. It was a blood red, with a faint aura around it giving it a look of mystique. Pinching it with his index finger and thumb, Soul, knocking back his head, his jaw agape, dropped the soul into his mouth, leaving Maka to regard him as he devoured it with a sinister grin.

~~~~~~~~~~ Maka and Soul's Apartment ~~~~~~~~~~

Maka had her mind set on a shower. After being in receipt of praise from their headmaster, the duo immediately left for home, Soul remonstrating about how the kishin egg was kind of the only meal he had that day. She sighed to find herself agitated as she peeled off her clothing, took out her plaits and stepped into the shower, turning on the loudly running water and letting it fall around her, wetting her skin and dampening her hair as she reached for the bar of soap-it done nothing to drown out her thoughts, the Meister founded with slight disappointment. She had not intended to be one of those emotionally broken people she'd read about in books who took overly long showers for no other particular reason other than to contemplate life.

Maka's life, she thought as she ran a brush through her wet hair before applying shampoo, was absent an extra spark from it recently-as if her whole world was dull, forged of the enthusiasm and happiness she would otherwise be feeling at accomplishing such great work in one week. But instead she felt empthy, her heart and soul driven to find something else to distract her overworking mind with-kishin hunting no longer gave her that comfort it once did.

Feeling quite hollowed out as she scrubbed herself over with a bar of soap, her mind wondered to her friends and the corners of her mouth twitched with memory; Soul, sitting at the grand piano, his fingers gliding tunefully over the keys, seemingly going with the rhythm of her heart, agreeing to being her weapon on the spot; BlackStar dragging his fist painfully across her face and they way she had laughed afterwards, his strength urging her onwards; Death The Kid, his OCD making her laugh till he cried, always helping her improve; Liz, always trying to calm down her Meister and scowling when she fails, always putting on a smile, making Maka want to smile back; Patti, her childish ways and her sisterly bond with Liz amusing Maka; And Tsubaki...

A broad smile was now on her thin lips. How she missed the old times...

The grin was evaporated off her face like a puddle on a hot summer's day before she erupted into sudden tears, never knowing whether her face was wet with the water from her warm shower or from her hot salty tears...

2nd A/N: This is the start of my new continuous series for Soul Eater, a shoujo ai that I hope you will all very much enjoy. Sorry if anyone is a bit OOC-I try my best. Liked it? Feel inclined to drop down a comment? Do!

Will upload considering how people view this first chapter.