It Had To Be You

By Vivalarapture

Disclaimer- I don't own Soul Eater, It Had To Be You by Motion City Soundtrack, or Thinking of You by Katy Perry.

Chapter 1-

"I'm going to miss you.." The dark haired man cooed out as he wrapped his arms around the ashy blond in front of him. She giggled, and placed one hand on his intertwined fingers as she continued packing the suitcase on the bed, "I'm going to miss you too. But I have to go. It's only two weeks." He flicked his blue eyes up to her green, and smiled lightly, "I know it's been so long since you've been back, Maka. I just kind of forgot you had other duties." Maka placed the last blouse in the bag and twirled around to face him, fisting her hands in his shirt.

"Like I said, this is just a friendly visit, Ryan. It's been four years since I've been to Death City. My papa has been hounding me for as long as I can remember, my friends miss me, and Lord Death simply wants to catch me up." She tipped her head as she watched his eyes patiently staring at her, intently listening, "Not that there's much to catch me up on. It's been so quiet the past couple of years. That's why I've been able to finish my schooling without interruption."

Ryan sighed, and pulled her into an embrace, "I know, I know. I'm just going to miss you. But four years is a long time. Enjoy yourself, baby. I love you."

He let her go after a quick peck and padded out of her room, "I'm going to go home, okay? I'll see you in two weeks!" Maka waved after him, her body tense and worried. She hadn't said she loved him back. They had been dating for a year now, for Shinigami's sakes. After she heard her apartment door shut behind him, she flopped onto her bed, glaring at the suitcase prodding her calf.

"Four years.." She thought to herself, pulling up her legs to her chest and sighing. It had been four years since she had stepped foot in Death City. Four years since she had attended Shibusen. Four years since she had fought against a Kishin. Four years since she had seen Soul.

She breathed out sharply, the thought of him immediately increasing her heart beat. "Soul.." She murmured, pressing a hand to her chest to slow her heart from the alarming rate.

She was disgusted with herself for the thoughts that plagued her mind. She was eternally thinking about him. She really liked Ryan. He was nice, sweet, and loved to read as much as she did. But even after four years, she couldn't stop thinking about her old partner.

She had seen the other members of Spartoi in the last couple of years. She was actually still very close to Tsubaki. She and Black Star had come to visit her in New York many times. They brought memories of the past and information on everyone's current status.

Liz, Patti and Kid were doing very well, Tsubaki informed her one afternoon as they sat at a tiny café on one of her visits.

Liz and Kid had recently started dating, and Patti was growing into a beautiful young woman. She was even calming down somewhat. Somewhat.

Tsubaki sipped her tea calmly, smiling gently at her old friend. Maka was swishing around a coffee, too interested in talking than drinking. "Really? So she isn't a fruitcake anymore?" Tsubaki giggled, and shook her head, "No, she's still a little on the Immature side, but she's definitely grown up." Maka nodded, finally taking a drink of her beverage. "What about you? How are you and Black Star?" Tsubaki blushed, but her grin increased tenfold. The blue haired ninja in question was running round the city, letting the girls get some peace, "We're doing great. I think he's going to propose soon."

Maka chuckled, "Somehow I don't doubt that. That guy is all over you." Tsubaki blushed, and said quietly, "You should see him at home.." Maka slapped a hand over her face and groaned, "I do NOT need to hear that!" Tsubaki giggled once again, and set down her cup, knowing Maka hadn't asked about one person yet.

Maka pursed her lips, trying to form the right words. "So how's.. You know.. How is Soul doing? Is he okay? Like.. You know." She cursed herself for the wavering tone her voice always took when she talked about her former partner.

"He's.. Okay. He's thrown himself into Death Scythe work. Almost constantly away on missions. We barely ever see him." She smiled, her lips not meaning to give away so much sadness, "But we barely see you, too." Maka frowned, guilt over taking her, "It's been over 2 years since you've been home, Maka. Everyone misses you dearly. Everyone."

Maka flinched at the last word, and felt her stomach churn with uneasiness, "I'm so sorry, Tsubaki. I really am. But I'm half way done with college, and then I can come back. I just.. I have to do this." Tsubaki nodded, "I know. The day you told us you were leaving, no one believed you, Maka. But I know how serious you are about your education. I tried to prepare everyone. But we're just not whole without you. We're not a full team."

Maka felt her eyes prick with hot tears, and she shoved down the feelings attempting to resurface, "I will be back someday, Tsubaki. I love you. I love all of you guys, so much. But I have to go on with my life. I have to move on." Tsubaki sighed, and placed a hand on her friends shoulder, a knowing glint in her eyes, "Maka Albarn doesn't run away from anything. I know you're not running away from anything, right?"

Maka gently pried Tsubaki's fingers off of her, and huffed, sticking her nose in the air, "No way! You know me better than that. I'm just trying to finish my schooling." Tsubaki chuckled in spite of herself, the action so utterly Maka she almost forgot they were in a café in New York and not somewhere in their home city.

"Alright, I believe you. But please come home to visit soon, okay? Everyone would be so excited to see you." Maka nodded, promising to visit as soon as she could.

Maka groaned as she lay on the bed, flipping around and covering her face with her arms. She missed everyone more than her boyfriend could grasp. He just couldn't understand the bond between team mates who battled together for years. Although she missed everyone, every time she thought about her flight back, her stomach started preforming acrobatics and she felt nervous bile rise in her throat. She pushed down the feeling for the millionth time in the past week, and stood up.

She zipped up her suitcase and picked it up, pacing around her room. She had to calm down. She straightened her back and strengthened her resolve. She could see him. She would be fine. She didn't need to be freaking out about seeing her old partner. But the more she tried to shove away the anticipation, the more memories pummeled her brain.

"You don't need to leave." He muttered, head hanging low and hands swinging by his side. She felt his anger. It was tangible in the air. She sighed and got up from the couch to wrap her arms around his strong back, "Soul, you know how important my education is to me." His hands pulled into fists, but he placed his arms around her, pulling her flush against him, "But what about me?"

The way he said it broke her heart, it was so unlike him. Timid, nervous. She buried her face into his neck, "I'm not leaving forever. You'll still be my partner. My best friend." Her words didn't seem to console him, and he let his arms drop, stepping back.

His eyes were flashing dangerously, red pools alive with so many emotions. "What about your dream?! What about everything you've worked for the past few years?!" Maka bit her lips, trying to reign in her own anger, "I have achieved my dream! You're a Death Scythe! Almost as strong as my papa! This is a time of peace, and I want to take advantage of that! I have to go!"

He was before her in a second, hands searing her flesh, pulling her so close she almost couldn't breathe, "Maka. What. About. Me." She gasped as she felt his lips brush her neck, teeth pricking her sensitive skin. "What about us?" He breathed, anger bated for a moment. Her mind was screaming at her, "SAY SOMETHING! TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIM! SAY SOMETHING! ANYTHING!" But her voice was stolen from her as he crushed his lips to hers.

She moaned at the sensation, his soft lips pushing against hers. It was a quick kiss, too quick in her mind, but it was full of so many things. His desperation, his unspoken feelings, his rage, sadness, and hope.

He nuzzled her neck with his nose, "Maka, I love you." Her whole body tensed, all senses heightened, her mind on the brink of a total melt down. The words were on the tip of her tongue, begging to be let out. "SAY IT! YOU'VE LOVED HIM FOR SO LONG! TELL HIM YOU DUMB ASS!" Her brain was once again berating her, trying to shove the words out of her mouth. But she couldn't do it. Knowing she was leaving tomorrow. If she said it. If she told him the truth, that he was all she ever wanted, everything she needed, she would stay.

"Soul.. I.." He put both of his hands on the side of her face, thumb softly brushing away the tears she hadn't even noticed were falling, "Please," He begged, his eyes soft and pleading, "Please don't say anything. I don't want to hear that you don't love me. Please. Just let me have this tonight."

She choked back more tears, her heart wrenching in her chest. Why did he have to wait so long? Her bags were packed, her ticket paid for, her classes settled and her heart was supposed to be caged in for the next few years. He kissed a soft trail from her ear, down her jaw, onto her neck, and into the juncture of her collar bone. She whimpered, pleasure shooting through her.

He slipped an arm under her leg, one pressed to her back, and picked her up. He kept his lips pressed to her skin the whole time, reveling in her soft texture. He pushed open the door and deposited her on her bed. She looked up, her forest green meeting crimson, and the realization set it. She was leaving him tomorrow. The love of her life. Who just told her that he loved her. She burst into tears, and Soul was by her side in heartbeat. He rocked her in his arms, hushing her softly, promising her things would be okay.

Tears pouring down her face, she kissed him; soft, sweet, and hopefully telling him everything she currently couldn't. He responded the same, his lips brushing hers in the softest way possible. She pulled him on top of her, pulling off his shirt. His lips continued their path downwards, hands sliding all over her. She let him pull off her shirt, their soft ministrations of each other burning through the remaining fabric.

There was nothing rough about the way they touched each other. Nothing reminiscent of a lustful encounter. Everything was full of love. It was calm, slow, and like they had done this hundreds of times before. She was naked under him, eyes locked on his. He was poised at her entrance, holding himself ever so carefully. Her mouth opened, words poised to come out. She needed him to know that she loved him as desperately as he loved her. She needed him to feel how hard her heart was pounding, how badly she wanted him.

When no words came out, her body took over the explaining. She entwined her fingers in his hair, and pulling him into a searing kiss, apendages wresting together. Lips, tongues and teeth meshing together. He pushed into her, and whimpered her name, over and over. She was surprised there was no pain. It was like he was a perfect fit. Like he was made to fit into her body. She grasped onto his back, moaning his name back at him.

It was soft, the way he moved within her. They moved as one, and she realized they were resonating. She didn't know where she began and he ended. The soft hum of their soul's joining created a white noise, drowning everything else out. Their thoughts were a whirlwind of pleasure and love. He was placing kissed all over her face as he rocked into her. Whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he licked the length of her jaw.

She sighed in pleasure, and she heard herself whisper, "I love you.." so quietly she wasn't even sure he heard it, let alone that she actually said it. But with that sigh, he moved faster within her, and she felt the heat in her core tightening, knowing she wouldn't last very much longer. He pushed into her, ever gentle, but faster and faster, until she was crying out his name, her entire body arching. He came with her, a small grunt escaping his lips.

His arms shook from the strenuous activity, and he flopped onto the bed, pulling her tight against his chest. Tears once again found her eyes, and she couldn't stop them from falling. He held her tighter, once again cooing that everything would be okay. She wailed into his chest, her heart breaking. She had to leave. Her new life was waiting for her, but she wasn't sure she wanted to leave her old one.

She fell asleep cradled in her lovers arms, his whispered chants of, "I love you. I love you. I love you." Echoing in her ears as she drifted off. In the morning she was startled awake by the buzzing of her alarm clock. The blinking green showed 6:00 am, and she groaned, cursing her decision for an early flight. She was hit with the memories of the previous night, and she turned over to find herself alone in bed. Her emotions were wreaking havoc in her heart, and she felt herself standing up.

Walking into the hallway, she noticed the house was silent. She opened Soul's door, and he wasn't there. She walked into the kitchen and found a note scribbled in Soul's handwriting,

Maka-

Have a great life in New York. I think it's best that we don't have contact.

It may be selfish of me, but it will be too hard for me to deal with you being gone.

I love you. I always will. Please be happy and forget about me.

Soul

She felt her knees buckling, and the cold linoleum beneath her. She faintly noticed the wetness pooling in her eyes, but nothing could over come the feeling of her heart. It felt like it was splitting in two and being wrenched from her body. She sobbed on the ground for Death knows how long until she felt soft arms wrap around her. She looked up into the violet eyes of Tsubaki, tears settling at the corner of her eyes as well. She pulled her up off the ground and pressed her into a hug, "I know." She murmured, "I know."

The force of the memory almost jarred Maka from her spot in the living room, her legs feeling like jello as she stood, bag in hand. She stubbornly wiped a hand across her eyes, removing the salty liquid threatening to change her decision to go back.

She viciously grabbed her keys off the counter and headed out of her small apartment, the loud sounds of New York being a welcoming noise from the thoughts in her head. She shook her head, trying to solidify her resolve. She would go back. She could do it. See her friends, her family, and not break down when she saw him. She could do it.

Even as she was hailing a cab on the street, she felt the whispering doubt swarming her head, "You're going to break."

Authors Note- I'm still in the middle of my story The Toxin, but this just kind of came into my brain after nonsense in my own life, and I felt like I needed to write it. I'll continue updating The Toxin alongside this one, of course. I hope everyone enjoys this plot line as much as I do. ANGST IS MY FAVORITE.