She sat in the flower field and giggled, maybe a little insanely, at the exhausted sun above her. She lay back only to find the flowers were wet against her back. Turning her head in a lulled manner, a serene smile glazed over her face.

"Oh. Look at that." She chimed in a sickly sweet voice to no one but her self.

"There's blood on these flowers."

"SOUL!" Maka screamed from the kitchen. A sleepy boy in blue pyjama bottoms and messy frost coloured hair stumbled into the kitchen.

"Maka, it's 5am, what's wrong nOW! What the heck, Maka?!" The boy, Soul exclaimed angrily as his meister hit him over the head with a textbook, much more awake than he was a few seconds ago. Now that he took in the scene, Soul grinned sloppily, rubbing the spot on his head where she'd Maka Chopped him. The kitchen was covered in garbage from last night. He'd gotten back from Black*Star and Tsubaki's late last night to find Maka asleep on the sofa where she'd been waiting for him even though he told her not to. He carried her upstairs, (with some effort since he was tired) and ended up sending the garbage can flying with one of her feet. Since cool guys don't clean, he left it for Maka in the morning.

"Soul what is this all over the floor?! How many times have I told you to clean up your own mess?" She preached in a decidedly ticked off tone

"This?" Soul gave a lazy flash of his shark teeth and drawled out his words much to his meister's annoyance, "This is trash Maka. And as to your second question it depends how many messes I've made."

His partner in crime's eyes twitched, she was seething in rage at the moment and Soul seemed to be as thick as usual and was working his way towards another Maka chop. The young meister was so pissed off right now her loose blonde hair seemed to frazzle. "Clean it," she ordered, her tone hard as she thrust plastic gloves into his chest.

"Pass," The scythe stated, calmly shoving his hands into his pockets before remembering that he was wearing pyjamas and he had no pockets. However he didn't get a lot of time to think about that when the textbook landed on his cranium then, so hard he fell face first into the discarded gloves. Maka raised an eyebrow at soul, "You better be done before school starts or else you'll miss the test in Stein's class. I'm going to get ready for school now," then she trotted up the stairs.

Lying in the small pool of blood around his head for a few more seconds the thought managed to process itself through Souls mind that 'oh, so that's why she's up so early.'

In reality, that's not why Maka Albarn was up at 5 am, usually she'd be up at 4am if it was for school. No, she'd slept in because she hadn't managed to sleep until 3 and she couldn't understand why. It was like she could feel an overwhelming power surging though Death City that was so confusing that her mind wouldn't stop thinking and trying to get a better read on it, but now it was as if she'd dreamt the whole thing and there wasn't an odd sense of doom anywhere, no matter how hard she searched. Her thoughts were too preoccupied to make a real effort to get ready for school today, and then there was the guilt she felt for being so harsh on Soul. But she brushed off these thoughts and once her uniform was on and her hair was up in her usual pigtails, she decided to get some fresh air. 'Maybe that will clear my head'

The girl sat up in her flower field, except it wasn't a field, she could see that now, it was an ally and the blood was not her own, unfortunately.

"My blood's the prettiest." She whispered in her high, girly voice. Then giggled wildly at nothing in particular, she felt at home in the ally. She snickered at her thoughts, she felt at home anywhere in death city. Death City was her flower field. Purposely swaying because it made her feel funny, she swung her skinny body into a standing position and made her way to the road humming a song that had a tune that only she noticed. Her swaying becoming more wild and ended up a full blown spin on one leg, inevitably ending with her long black hair in her face and she almost toppled over, only to be caught by a pigtailed teenager in a trench coat and then thrust into a park on the other side of the road. She looked down at her feet and saw grass, completely forgetting what had happened just a moment ago her face broke into a wild and manic smile the moment she saw the scattered daisies. 'one, two, three, four, screw the counting my favourite number is 7' she thought, and proceeded to collapse, crushing daisies 1 and 4 along with 8 others she hadn't bothered to count.

Maka however was not as relaxed, in fact she was frozen to her spot with a slack jaw, completely dumbstruck. The girl scared her a little. Was she drunk perhaps? That seemed to be the most likely idea. But she couldn't believe what she's gotten herself into, because being her meant that she wouldn't just leave a girl who looked about 11 years old to look after herself, especially when drunk. On the other hand that was really weird. Maka had just been walking from her house on her own and trying to clear her head when she saw a random drunk girl swaying down the road, she had almost passed it off until she noticed the truck about to hit her. Her meister's save-the-whole-damn-world instincts kicked in and suddenly she was throwing the ditzy, raven haired girl into the park and watching her collapse. In her irritable mood she couldn't help but notice how stupid this girl must have been to have been drinking at her age.

Looking at the little girl who she had now lifted over her shoulder and carried to the park bench Maka sighed and let her head fall onto her lap as she reached for her phone. Pale white fingers reached for her wrist and grabbed it tight, almost cutting off circulation to her hand. Maka, shocked looked down into her innocent, questioning eyed filled with an endearing honey gold.

"What are you trying to do?" she asked, the severity in her voice not being recognised and ended up sounding like she was a cute cartoon character lost in the big city.

Maka was sucked into her eyes and had to blink before she found it possible for her to answer. But what was the question? Apparently she took too long. The mysterious girl poked her in the stomach and she was out like a light, collapsed on a bench. The strange little girl with ebony hair stood up, no longer swaying. She had found a period of sanity and she intended to keep it until she could make it back the her beautiful iron bars, but couldn't help in prodding Maka's face while glaring evilly at her Shibusen uniform like it would kill her. She wondered why? Even now she didn't know but she let it go before she drifted back to her insanity. She left the vulnerable blonde sitting unconsciously on a bench with a peck on the fore head and screaming "GOODBYE MAKA ALBARN!" as she skipped away down the road. The world shifted it's gears into motion, too late to stop the soon to come events. The girl with midnight hair smiled and ran her hand through the left of her long hair.

"I can feel it." she smirked as her eyes fell back into an insane glow.

Ugh, yes I know it's bad, feel free to kick my butt for posting this! I know where I'm going from here so I'll hopefully get better but I hate trying to start new stories... Plus what the heck was with that Soul & Maka scene?! Whaa! So horrible!

Ohh yeah! I disclaim, I don't own Soul Eater. Damn I wish I hadn't said that.
-Sebberrz