"Ending on a sour note, Soul and Maka broke up - each of them moving on to create their own path in life. 5 years later, both seem to be having difficulty with romance, turning to a dating website for lonely young adults. Matched up with each other, the two send emails daily - neither knowing that their new friend is the one who broke their hearts all those years ago."

WOOOO! BIG UPDATE. And a new story to pair up with it all. Don't worry everyone! I don't abandon any stories! It might take a little bit of time, but every story of mine will be finished. Within the next four months (with the exception of the new ones along the way). SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO... Here's your first chapter.

You Will Be Mine

Prologue: Five Years Ago

- Five Years Ago -

Happy. That one word was the only word that came to mind when asked how I was feeling in that moment. Our breathes mingled in the cold air, but I could barely noticed the dead cold air or how red my nose and cheeks had gotten. Snow fell around us, and with our fingers entwined, we leaned into each other, our lips meeting each other half way; a perfect fit. My hands moved to wrap around the back of his neck as he pulled me closer to him, my head moving to rest on his shoulder as we hugged.

"Soul..." I mumbled, my heart feeling so content in that moment. Pink lips curling into a smile, I snuggled into him. "I lo-"

"Shit," he muttered, pulling away from me as I looked up at him with alarmed eyes. A figure stood parallel to us, his red hair identical to the fire in his gleaming eyes; my father.

"Papa, what are you doing here? You knew I was going out with Soul-" I began, before I was cut off once again.

"Quiet, Maka. I have some business with this boy," my drunken father slurred "You! Yeah you, you're the boy who Maka's all gaga over?". I covered my face in embaressment, my right hand entwined with Soul's as we stood there. Desperate, I pulled on his hand, trying to get him to come with me to find shelter from the bitter cold and get away from my father - who was making himself look even more of a fool than usual. But Soul had different thoughts, shrugging me off.

"Soul!" I cried, not wanting to be near my so called father anymore, the man who had dumped me on my mother and ran away when he was most needed, the the man who would get drunk normally and bring home whores and prostitutes by the bucket load every other night. It had only been recently that I had to move in with my father due to my mother's constant work schedule - making it difficult for her to even say good morning or good night to me. That's when the bastard started taking an interest in me, pretending to actually care about his daughter.

"Go ahead, Maka. I'll catch up with you." He smiled, running his thumb over my cheek as I leaned into his touch. Giving me a quick peck on my lips, I hesitated, before running off towards my father and I's apartment; a run down place that was rarely free of cockroaches and dirty, old perverted staff. Frowning, I slowed as I reached the complex, stepping up the iron stairs outside to where our front door was; apartment 4242.

Stepping inside, I let out a loud sigh as I clicked my tongue, slipping out of my boots and many different layers of coats and sweaters; finally leaving me in my school uniform I had failed to change out of after school in a rush to spend more time with my boyfriend and best friend of a year and a half- my eighteenth birthday being tomorrow, hence the reason we were spending so much time together lately.

Running a hand through my dirty blond hair, I walked into the small makeshift kitchen, immediately noticing the endless amount of dirty dishes piled up in the rusting sink. Another sigh flew past my lips as I grabbed a hair elastic from the bathroom, throwing my hair into a messy bun before getting to work; sleeping or relaxing was not an option, as my heart was still speeding from my father's surprise and my boyfriend's reaction. Wiping the grime off my forehead with my forearm, I blew a puff of air out to push the few loose strands of hair out of my eyes as I scrubbed the dishes.

Noticing how hard I was scrubbing, I quickly slowed down, moving in a steady pace as I cleaned up the kitchen to the best of my ability. My body jolted forward as the front door slammed shut, and in walked my father. Standing sheepishly in front of the sink, I continued to scrub the remaining few dishes, looking over my shoulder as I noticed that no footsteps were being heard.

Red hair ruffled, he looked slightly ruffed up, but not ruffed up enough to be worried over. "Did you get in a fight with a homeless man again?" I cocked an eyebrow, turning and leaning against the counter, my arms folded across my chest as I looked at the man in front of me with disappointment in my eyes.

"No, I taught that kid a lesson. No one goes near my daughter without my permission," he grumbled, glaring down at his feet with his hands stuffed in his pockets, he began to turn around and my heart missed a beat as fear overcame me.

"What did you do to Soul!" I half cried, half screamed, desperation flooding my voice as I rushed forward and grabbed my father's arm. He shrugged me off, turning to glare at me now.

"Me and a few of my friends roughed him up a bit, told him to never come near you again or there wouldn't be a damn chance of his survival." My father growled, turning his back on me again as I slowly sank to the floor.

"You don't get to decide who I see!" I screamed, throwing the dish towel at him, a familiar liquid pooling in my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. "You don't get to decide! You lost that right when you left Mom all on her own! When you abandoned her and told her to get lost, I hate you!" Screaming being my new way of talking, I stood up, throwing whatever I could reach at my father.

He always did this, he had to ruin everything for me. I wasn't allowed friends. I wasn't allowed boyfriends. I wasn't allowed getting low grades. I wasn't allowed to go to parties or have a social life. And I'd be damned if I was allowed to have a shoulder to cry on when it all became too much for me to handle.

"Don't you dare say that!" He growled, my eyes widening as he caught the first plate I had thrown at him. "Enough, Maka. That boy is trouble, you won't be seeing him anymore."

Sobs racked through me and I slipped back down to the floor again as I covered my mouth to try and hold back the sobs and pain I had been holding in for so long. He couldn't control me, I loved Soul, he was the first and only guy who knew about my family, he was the guy I wanted to be with, the guy I wanted to see at the end of the aisle waiting for me with his hand outstretched. I was helplessly in love with the albino-like boy.

Seemingly satisfied with himself, he turned to leave the apartment again - most likely heading to the local bar to find some desperate, under aged women to fool around with. The moment I knew there was no chance of his second arrival, I quickly slipped on my boots, leaving them unlaced and my coat undone as I rushed outside to look for Soul.

Tears streaming down my face, I knew I looked like a mess - but I had no interest in impressing passing by students and adults, my main goal was to find Soul before it got even darker outside. Running through the darkening streets, I only stopped when a disgruntled figure in the snow, a few splatters of blood sprayed around him.

"Soul! Soul! Wake up, Soul!" I cried, wiping my tears as I flopped down next to him, pushing him over so he was facing the sky. My heart pounding as I silently prayed, prayed to god that he'd be alright. Two eyes fluttered open in front of me, and I was met with the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. "Hey,"I smiled through my tears, moving my free hand to wipe away my tears again, and other to firmly grasp Soul's larger one.

"Maka," he spoke, but no emotion was clear in his voice, moving to sit up, I adjusted myself to help him, the both of us now sitting in the middle of a snow bank; me with my red, swollen eyes and him with bruises and blood scattered across his skin and face. "I d-"

"It's okay, I know what happened. I'm so s-sorry, Soul," I smiled softly, moving forward to hug him. But as I wrapped my arms around him, something felt wrong in the pit of my stomach and that's when I realized he was making no effort to hug me back, instead his fists were clenched and he looked as if he was concentrating on something. "Soul?" I mumbled, breathless and now afraid of what he was going to say as I retreated away from the hug.

He looked at me with those eyes, oh god those eyes, and what he did next killed me; he smiled, but it wasn't a loving or even his usual "cool" smile, instead it was a sorrowful one, a smile that seemed to scream "good bye". My hands shook, and tears began to form in my eyes again as I covered my mouth with my hands, looking down at my lap as I waited for him to get it over it.

"I don't think we should be together anymore," I had called it, but the words still made me flinch, made me want to scream out and tell him he was wrong, that I loved him and I didn't want to end it like this - I didn't want to end the time we had spent together ever. "Maka, I- "

"Don't," I had surprised myself, my voice although soft, was much stronger than I had thought it would've been. "Just don't, you're just like the others. I couldn't count on them, and now I know that I can't rely on you to stay with me either. So please, just don't. I don't want to hear it again, not with you, not you too..." Breathless, my mouth gasped for air as I stood up abruptly, backing away and turning to escape back to that wretched apartment.

"Maka! Oi!" He shouted, but those shouts were soon drowned in the masses of crowds I slipped into in an effort to get home unnoticed by anyone important.

The apartment was empty when I returned and it felt as though it had been mirroring exactly how I was feeling in that moment; empty, worthless, unlovable. That was right, I was impossible to love; I couldn't hold a decent guy down, and when the guy of my dreams came along and swept me off my feet, he too gave up on me, tossed me aside. Black*Star had been right when we stopped being friends at only 7 years old, I was naive and idiotic. And when I was 16, Kidd had been right about me being unbalanced and difficult to care for.

Screaming out in frustration, my fingers wrapped around the corner of a picture frame and I was met with a photo of my father and I when I first came to live with him fourteen years ago. Hurling it at the wall, I felt a sense of justice and pride run through me when the glass shattered the frame split, the prized photo my father held so dear to him now broken and worthless. Standing up, I picked up the flip of paper the photo was printed on, ripping it into shreds and smiling a bit as I let the pieces fall to the ground to mix with the glass.

Then, with a final chuckle, I walked into my bedroom and slammed my door, before curling up into a ball on my single poster bed and falling asleep.

The next morning was hectic, as I rushed to get ready for School and Soul so he wouldn't wait too long on his motorcycle I suddenly remembered the previous night, and began to grumble in anger. Noticing my father had not yet returned home, I quickly swept up the glass and ripped photo into a dust bin, throwing the evidence of my fit into the garbage. Grabbing a slice of toast, I ripped off pieces as I exited the house, slowly chewing on the buttered bread.

How was I going to face him? That one thought made me stop cold in the middle of the sidewalk, how was I going to face him? Deciding to rather deal with it later than now, I moved towards the high school quickly, worried I might be late for school due to lack of a ride. Pulling out my phone, I quickly flipped it shut again as I caught the notification in the middle of the screen saying "14 MISSED CALLS FROM SOUL EATER".

Long story short, I was twenty minutes late, and had earned the first detention of my entire life. Now, I was stuck sitting by myself at lunch, picking at my crappy home made sandwich, and munching on a green apple as I tried to keep myself busy. My hair in it's usual ponytail, I itched at thee back of neck, letting a small sigh as I noticed who had suddenly decided to sit across from me; Oxford, the school creep.

"What do you want?" I sighed, closing my copy of Romeo & Juliet as he grinned at me in a perverted manner. A shiver ran down my spin, and my concision screaming to get the hell out of there. But instead, I stayed put, glaring at the shaved headed creep.

"So, words got out that you and the bad bo-" "No," I cut him off, sighing as I quickly collected my things and stood up. "Just fuck off Oxford. I deeply believe there's someone out there for everyone, but I am definitely not that someone in this case." I smiled softly at him, slightly pitying him for never understanding that he just couldn't approach girls the way he did.

Sighing, I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear as I quickly moved to exit the outside lunch area as I caught Soul's dark eyes in front of mine. "I-" but before I can form any words, he brushes by me, stepping into the lunch area in the quiet, mysterious and careless way he always has. Feeling tears well up in my eyes, I bit my lip before turning and speed-walking back into the school to finish up school as quick as possible and get home, where I wouldn't have to hold back the traitorous tears that filled my eyes. "I love you," I said under my breath, a small smile built up on my lips as I held my books close to my chest and walked towards the library - just a few more months, and this will be over.

"Congratulations, Maka!" My mother smiled, hugging me tightly as laughter bubbled out of me. Graduation... finally, I would be free of those vacant stares, those looks people would give me because they knew that the mess before them was the one and only Maka Albarn, the book worm who had dated the school bad boy for the longest known time in DWMA, well according to the school sluts that is.

"Thanks, Mama! I'm just so glad it's over," I smiled, pulling away and adjusting my black graduation cap. It was the night after the ceremony, and Mama and I were celebrating my graduation at DWMA at the top of the class as valedictorian and the only person to get a 4.0 GPA all the way through high school. Papa however, had been dumped back at our- his apartment after the ceremony was over, as I had no intention of celebrating with him.

You may think, hey! Get over what your Dad did to that guy a few months back, why don't you? But I had already accepted that there was no chance I would ever be able to be with Soul ever again, and what was done was done. Instead, I now hated spending time with my Father due to the fact that he was an alcohalic and would never listen to me any more- it was as if I was just another piece of furniture in that rotten apartment.

"What are your plans for university, Maka? I'm sure you've picked out something amazing," my Mother smiled, oh yes, my Mother had come in from New York to celebrate with me, telling me she had finally received her first real vacation in twenty years. I have to admit, it felt pretty awesome knowing that my Mother had threatened quitting her job if she didn't get the week off to spend some time with me; and thank god the old man listened!

"I'm going to attend a University in New York to become a teacher," I smiled, biting my lip as my mother cheered for me and gave me another hug. God, I missed her.