so i have decided to do a whole bunch of SoulxMaka fics every single month for each special holiday. for example, this month, the special day is New Years/ New Year's Eve, hence the fic. Next month will be Valentine's Day. March may be St Patrick's Day. April will be April Fool's Day, and so on and so forth. i will keep them at a certain age for exactly one year before changing them. This year, they will be 5 going on 6. next year? review for how old you want them to be :3

hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: i do not own Soul Eater


New Year's Eve/Day:

The swing set was cold. To be honest, Maka should have expected the chilled temperature of the rubber seat, but she did not. Instead, her teeth chattered, and she moved her butt around in the seat to keep warm. The yellow moon hung in the sky, oblivious to the happenings around Death City. The entire city was readying itself for New Year's Day, as it was less than thirty minutes away. The clock ticked on, a silent countdown in almost every house hold, while Maka sat on the swing set, cold and alone.

At least, until she had a visitor.

"Pigtails?" his voice was soft, but Maka recognized it immediately.

"Soul." Maka heard sand shift as he came to the swing beside her, facing the opposite way as her. Their legs barely touched the ground, but both Soul and Maka had had plenty of time at recess to practice jumping onto the swing set before.

"Why so gloomy?" he asked, and Maka wasn't sure she wanted to give an answer. Soul Evans was a meanie and a teaser. He never hesitated to pull her pigtails during class, and didn't care when Ms Mjolnir scolded him. Soul Evans was a menace, and Maka did not like him one bit.

"Why are you even here, Soul?"

He hesitated, eyes clouding before being hidden by his snow white bangs. "No reason. Just walking around."

"All alone at night? What about your family?"

"My family?" he seemed confused at the mention of his parents and brother.

"Yeah, aren't you spending New Year's with them?"

Soul shook his head, "Nope. Wes is playing a concert tonight. Mom and Dad thought it was important to watch him, seeing as he is the youngest performer to play at the hall in a decade." Maka was surprised that Soul even knew what a decade was. He wasn't really the kind of guy that would read frequently enough to have that vocabulary.

"Wow, Wes is pretty cool, huh?" Soul was quiet, leaving Maka to wonder what she said wrong. "Soul?"

"I guess you want to go see Wes now too, huh?" he asked, head down. Maka blinked twice, confused.

"Why would I want to see Wes?"

"But you just said he was cool!"

"Sure, but I don't want to hear him play the- the violin." It was hard to remember the string instrument, as she rarely heard it. The word escaped her sometimes, but she had managed to get it back on track. "I'm waiting for someone."

"Waiting? For who?"

"My papa," she said proudly, "Mama said he'll meet me here for the fireworks."

"Oh. That's good." There was something in his voice that made the curious side of Maka perk up like a puppy. He sounded so…lonely. Maybe if she…

"You can come with me and Papa. I don't mind. I mean, if you want," she said with a smile. At his incredulous face, she added, "But you can't be mean to me."

He hesitated, red eyes watching her carefully, before nodding. "Deal." Maka smiled and turned away from him, scanning the park with her eyes. She was looking for someone, and he wasn't there yet. Maka sighed before Soul decided to ask a question. "We're waiting for your dad, right, Pigtails?" Maka gave him a look of annoyance at the nickname but he was correct. She was waiting. Only problem was that he hadn't shown up yet. "When is he supposed to be here?"

She checked her watch, "10:00."

Soul blanched. "Maka, that was almost 2 hours ago." Maka winced at his voice. Having her fears and doubts realized by one of her troublesome classmates was not exactly ideal. "Are you sure he's coming?"

Maka nodded vehemently. "Papa said he would come so he'll come."

"But what if he doesn't?" Maka was silent. Her unspoken fear was not spoken, out in the open for the entire world to see. And she hated it.

"He'll come," she repeated stubbornly. Soul didn't say anything to this. Instead, he sat there and watched her with his dark eyes. Maka had always thought his eyes were a pretty colour. "He has to."

They didn't say anything for a while, and it made Maka more than a little but unsettled. She rarely didn't have anything to say. "We should really swing, Pigtails."

The sound of Soul's voice made Maka jump. "Huh?"

"Swing." The black seat began to rock back and forth, and soon Soul was high above her, a streak of white and black. "Come on, Pigtails, swing. You might as well while you're on it."

"Mmm, I don't know." Maka watched Soul with her eyes. "What if I miss Papa?"

"You won't," he grinned impishly, "So swing, unless you're too scared."

Maka bristled instantly. "I am not scared."

"Then go on and swing."

With a determined look in his direction, Maka held onto the handles and rocked back and forth for momentum. She was quickly gaining height, the sand far from her feet. As she swung, she couldn't stop the smile that threatened her lips. The higher she went, the more air rushed into her face like a fan, brushing her bangs back. There was a snort of laughter that caught her attention, and she quickly realized that it was Soul. Since he was swinging the opposite way, he caught a look at her face every time he swung backwards. "Told you I can do it."

"OK." Soul smirked. "But I'm still higher than you."

"Nu-uh!" Maka quickly put more effort into each swing, driving the swing higher and higher. She refused to let Soul win. Especially since he had beat her at hop-scotch that one time. Black Star had just laughed at her and given Soul a high five, but he wouldn't do that now if he knew how much she was beating Soul at the swings.

All of a sudden, there was a great bang, and it startled Maka enough to make the girl jump right out of her seat and fall into the sand below. She let out a sharp cry as she fell, and Soul leapt off his seat as fast as he could to make sure she was alright. Maka hit the sand with a thump, and groaned as she tried to right herself. Soul grabbed her hand and put his arm around her shoulder to keep her upright. "Maka, are you OK?"

"Yeah, it just hurts." She was fighting back tears, she knew. After all, there was no way she was going to cry in front of Soul Evans. No way ever!

"Oh Kami-sama, I'm sorry."

"I'll be OK, Soul, don't-. Did you just call me Maka?" Soul's eyes widened and his grip on her hand loosened considerably. He hadn't realized it at all, it seemed, but Maka just smiled, not minding at all. "I'd like it better than Pigtails. It's a lot nicer."

"Oh, okay." Soul seemed to be in a very awkward position now, and opened his mouth to say something else; however another large bang was heard that made both children jump. They looked up into the sky and saw huge fireworks, each different colours. They made Maka's eyes widen, and took her breath away. She had never seen something so beautiful before.

"Wow," she breathed, "It's so pretty." The array of sparks that filled the night sky were definitely appealing to the eyes. Maka had never seen fire works before (or at least, none that she could remember) but the brightly lit sky made a wonderful first impression.

"It must be midnight now," said Soul. The both looked down at her watch, and sure enough, it showed 12:00 AM on it. "Happy New Year, Pigtails."

Maka sighed, as he had reverted back into his habit of his nickname. "Happy New Year, Soul," she said, smiling anyway.

"Maka!" This new voice startled them and they turned to see Maka's mother making her way through the play ground towards them, eyes for only her daughter.

"Mama?" Soul and Maka scrambled to her feet as Mrs Albarn neared them.

"Oh, Maka, I was so worried," she said, kneeling and taking her daughter into her arms. Soul backed up, obviously not wanted to get caught in between them. Maka barely noticed, as her mother's back was all she could see. "Your father never called me back, and I realized that he must have been caught in the mid-night shift. Baby, I'm so sorry you were here alone."

"I wasn't here alone. Soul was with me."

"Soul?" Mrs Albarn moved back so she could see her daughter's face, and frowned, "Who's that, honey?"

"Don't you remember, Mama? Soul Evans? From my JK class."

"That Soul Evans? The one that Ms Mjolnir talked about at your parent teacher interview?" Her mother's brows furrowed. "What would he be doing here all alone?"

"He said that Wes was playing in a concert and that his mother and father were watching. He didn't seem to want to go," she mused, smiling slightly, "and stayed with me while I waited for Papa."

"That sounds very nice of him, dear," she said gently, "But he isn't here."

"What? Oh course he is." Maka protested, turning quickly, "He's right here." But the problem was that he wasn't right there at all. He wasn't even there to begin with. "But he was right here!"

Her mother sighed, "I'm sure he was, sweetie, but he isn't here anymore. I don't think Soul would be out at such a young age."

"His Mama must have let him out," Maka insisted. Where had he gone?

"Maka, Mrs Evans is not so poor a parent that she would let her 5 year old son wander the streets of Death City alone."

"But you-" Maka cut off quickly, knowing that what she was about to say would earn her a spanking. But her mother seemed to know what she was going to say anyway.

"But I what? I let you wander around Death City alone?" Maka shook her head quickly, and Mrs Albarn sighed. "Honey, you know that it was a mistake. Your father- he was working, you know that. Either way, Soul will be on his way home now if was even here at all."

"But-"

"No buts, Maka, come on. We're going home." Mrs Albarn rose to her feet, and took Maka's hand in her own. Maka nodded sadly, and walked with her mother out of the park and into the streets, eyes scanning for any signs of her albino classmate. "Ready?"

"Yes, Mama," she said, smiling up at her mother. However, before she left, Maka allowed herself one glance back at the park, and gave a slight smile at what she saw. "Let's go."

Mrs Albarn glanced at the park too, and left with a confused look on her face, not at all seeing the shock of white hair that peeked out from behind the slide.


all done

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