This is my first attempt at writing a FanFiction. So here I go!

I do Not own the characters of Soul Eater. Those rights go the the respected owners (Square Enix) and a Huge thank you for sharing that world with us all.

Tuesday, 6 of February.

Today we, as a class, were assigned a journal. The idea is to "know ourselves better" by the end of the year. In my opinion it's to see how we have grown or fell to our knees trying to be something we're not. Professor said the he wont be reading anything in them, just over looking to make sure we are trying at least.

-Soul Eater

He closed his journal sighing, he ran one of his strong hands through his snow white hair. The red leather bound book was placed on the side of his bed on the stand. He let his body relax into the pillow-top mattress in his two bedroom apartment. Closing his eyes, listening to the sound of the city around him. Tomorrow is just another day, nothing cool ever happened. Before Soul knew what happened next the sun was laughing at him as he crawled from his thick blankets.

The floors felt like ice under his bare feet, the fresh morning air burned as it filled his lungs. Pulling down the some of the blinds peering out at the snow which covered the ground everywhere he could see. With a heavy sigh, "Looks like I'm walking today...not cool." He could see some foot prints along the sidewalk in front of his home, no one ever walked past his place. Mostly because no one knew where he lived, true he was very popular in school and had many friends. Something...no someone..was missing from his life. Though he would never tell anyone, not even his best friends.

After getting dressed, he grabbed his things and locked the door behind him. The sun blinded his blood red eyes. "Ah..dammit. Why does the sun have to be so bright?" As he shielded his eyes, a light and angelic voice came from his left.

"The sun is reflecting off of the snow to make things seem brighter...or something like that." She had a soft giggle. Soul turned to see who was brave enough to laugh at him this early in the morning. She was shorter than he was, her hair was as golden as the sun. It was held up in uncool pigtails, yet somehow it looked great on her. Her chest was small but noticeable, not that he would ever tell. Her legs seemed to go for miles, the short skirt kept his eyes there longer. Her lips held a beautiful smile that made his mouth water, but the most amazing thing about her...her eyes. They held him as if he was under a spell. Then those appealing lips started to move, allowing her angelic voice to ring threw the air again. "Sorry, I'm being rude. I'll leave now." The smile turned into something sad, and that pulled on his heart.

"It's uncool to leave without an introduction you know." He made his way down to the bottom step and into her path. "You go to the DWMA?" He pointed to her uniform.

"You're right. I'm sorry." She let out a small sigh then looked up with a large smile. "Hello, my name is Maka Albarn. I just moved here with my Papa. This is my first day at the DWMA. Do you know where it is? I wasn't able to have a look around the city before today. Our plane flew in late last night." He held her hand out to him, he took it. Whoa...Maka's skin is as creamy as it looks...

"Cool. I'm Soul. I'm on my way there now. I'll show you where it's at. You really can't miss it." He motioned for her to follow him. They mostly walked in silence, minus her humming every now and again. It wasn't something Soul knew, it sounded more like she took parts of her favorite songs and blended them together to make her own. He smirked showing his sharp teeth a bit. Suddenly there was a gasp, his mouth shut tight. "Oh...my..." He looked over expecting to see her staring at him in fear or awe, but she wasn't even looking at him. Maka's eyes were focused on the DWMA. The emeralds that sat perfectly in her skull started to blur behind the forming water.

"Um...Maka? Are you alright?" His hands were deep in his pockets as he sat down at on the steps of the school.

"Yes. I'm fine. Thank you." She started to run to the doors before stopping and turning back to see the boy hunched over in the steps. "I'll see you around. I have to go find my classes now. Thanks again!" With that she was gone. Soul looked up at the sun, who still seemed to be laughing at everything in his life. He didn't care, because at that moment he was infected. After Maka disappeared through the large doors his stomach went into knots.

"YEEAHHH-HOOOO!" Snow covered Soul as a flash of teal landed in front of him. "YOUR GOD HAS ARIV-Ooo" The self proclaimed god was cut off by a punch to the face from Soul.

"Shut the hell up BlackStar. It was really uncool of you to cover me in snow like that." Soul brushed the remaining snow from his clothes as Tsubaki stopped back the fallen BlackStar, with her hands on her knees trying to catch her breath.

"Good...good morning Soul...how...are you?" She panted as she stood up straight, her smile was warm and calmed him down. Though he was fighting back a nose bleed from watching her large chest rise and fall from her long run. BlackStar is one lucky man to have a weapon as hot as her. He nodded to her as he helped the idiot off the ground.

"You seem to be in a bad mood this morning dude." He held on to his face where it met with Soul's fist.

"I'm just...feeling weird this morning. Must be all the snow." With that he left into the building. The halls were still filled with students talking and running to their classes. Most of the people Souls passed greeted him and then there was the group. The group followed Soul everywhere around the school and kept girls who wanted to confess their love...well lets just say their minds are changed before they get the chance. The leader of this group was a small girl named Kim. Do not be fooled by her sweet smile and kind nature. Tsubaki is the only girl to get near Soul without the fan group going insane.

Click. Click-click. Click. A hand twisted a large screw that was lodged through the cranium of the professor as he watched his students find their seats before the beginning of class. Dr. Stein was sitting in his computer chair holding a box of frogs the students were going to dissect in the day's lesson. Soul shook his head. "Nothing cool ever happens here..." He sat in her chair and put his head down. The sweet scent of strawberries filled is nose after a few moments. It wasn't a strong scent, yet it was there enough to drive him mad. The good kind of mad. Pulling his head up from the nest he had made in his arms enough to see where this intoxicating smell was coming from, it hit him in the pit of his stomach. Maka.

She was placing her notebook and writing utensils on the table, though one rolled off the table on to the floor without her noticing. Sighing, he bent down and pick it up. Though his eyes were filled with the sight of her skirt pulled up higher the way she was sitting. He almost groaned a loud. Dammit... She has amazing legs... and she has black and pink panties on... Drool was coming out of the corner of his mouth, though he snapped back into it before she (or anyone else) noticed. "You dropped this."

"Oh, thank you...Soul? Correct?" From the way she asked him, he believe she already forgot who he was. Though he knew in a few days she would probably be in his fan club. She took her pen and turned away. Not looking at him again for the rest of the class. There was just something about her that he couldn't understand. Maybe she wouldn't be in his fan club after all.

"Mr. Eater, is there something more important that the frog you are supposed to be dissecting?" Dr. Stein exhaled the smoke that filled his lungs from his toxic cigarette, which seemed to be never ending at times.

"All we ever do is dissect, it's so uncool. When are we going to be doing something else?" Huffing as the rubies in his skull rolled.

"Well..seeing as we were waiting for a Meister for you, you can pair up with Miss Albarn to your right. Then we can start training tomorrow. Oh and Soul...see me after class. Miss Albarn, once class is finished I will sign that paper for you." He seemed very smug to Soul as he carried on with the lesson for the day.

As the class went on for what seemed like forever, Soul kept watching Maka from the corner of his eyes. She took notes and sometimes even recorded what was being said when the class went to fast for her to write. He had never seen someone so into their studies before. This is was his new Meister? Things were going to be very uncool...

Suddenly Maka was called from the class to the Death Room; Soul watched her bounce down the stairs to Dr. Stein's desk. He signed her paper and told her where to go. She made be flat chested but she got an ass to make up for it. Not to big...but just enough to fit in my hands. His face met the desk with unwanted force. BlackStar landed in Maka's chair.

"So that's going to be your Meister? She'll never compare to a big star like me, but that's okay because at least now you have a little girl to make you a death scythe." Placing his hands behind is teal hair. "Becoming a god is more fun when you have friends to watch you do it. Don't worry though, I wont forget you when I surpass the gods. Because I'm a big man like that." He didn't get to same much after that because Stein threw a scalpel at his forehead causing a small fountain of blood to pour over his face. Soul just grinned.

"Okay class. Go home and don't forget to write in your journals. Soul come here please." Everyone packed up their things and moved out of the class on to whatever they did after school. Soul made his way down the bleacher like desks. He aloof attitude would soon change, as Stein told him that he would soon be getting a new roommate. His apartment was owned by the school, meisters and their weapons lived together so they could get used to each others wave links better. Soul had been living alone for over a year.

After a long game of basketball with BlackStar, Soul walked through his front door. There was a strange smell...and smoke? His eyes grew bigger as he ran to the kitchen where he found a bare foot, booty shorts and tank top wearing Maka. She had headphones in while she was cooking. The swaying of her hips enticed him to move closer. He could almost hear the music. "Piano?" He whispered. A tiny smirk crawled up his face. "Cool." Tapping her should, she jumped. He laughed.

"Not cool..." She fixed her plate and sat down at the table to eat, eyeballing him as she did.

"What?" He felt uneasy for some reason.

"I don't see what the big deal is."

"What do you mean?" He leaned on the counter watching her. She lifted a slender leg up to her chest as she continued. Soul noticed her underwear again, they were silk.

"You fan club found out that I am living with you know and tried to threaten me. You are off limits to everyone but this Kim girl. They seem to have beaten up every girl who wanted to tell you how she felt." She didn't look at him more than she had to. After she finished her plate it was washed and put away. "I don't see why they think I would even be attracted to you or you me for that matter." She moved to her room and shut the door leaving a speechless Soul in the kitchen. What...what just happened? Who is this girl? He looked at the stove to find a plate of food. She made him a plate and didn't even tell him. Or ask him if he was hungry for that matter. He ate it anyway, then took a shower.

Buzz...Buzz...Buzz...

Picking up the red mobile on the table. It's a message from Kidd. He looked around to see if Maka was out of her room. The door was still shut.

How's the new roommate?

BlackStar says it's a girl.

Who is she?

Soul replied with what he knew so far. He knew that even if he didn't want to know anything else about her, Kidd would tell him anyway. It was a curse and a blessing having Death's son as a friend. Just them Maka's door opened and she came out with a movie in her hand. "Want to watch this with me?" She held up a copy of one of his favorite horror films. He just grinned and nodded. She bent down to put the dvd in the machine, his pants started to fit tighter. Does she have to wear those shorts?...wait..yes. His phone went off again, he rolled his eyes when Maka looked at him to answer it.

Shes Spirit's daughter...

Her mother was the one

to make him the #1.

Souls breath caught in throat. His mind was blank, he could process that this was the daughter of Death's personal scythe. Though it didn't matter much half way through the movie when her head fell into his lap. She was asleep, and his heart was beating so hard that he thought it would burst out of his chest. He had been alone with girls before, just nothing like this. He actually wanted her, which was weird for him. Must be because she's my meister. He lifted her up and carried her to her room. The walls were lined with books stacked on more books. Everywhere. He pushed the ones sitting on her bed to the side so he could ease her down without waking her.

To Soul, all of her books were as thick as the tires on the motorcycle. Sitting on the side table was a picture of Maka and an older woman. She had a full chest and great smile. Both of the women looked happy. "That's Mama..." The voice coming out of her mouth wasn't her's. It was to broken hearted to be hers, could it? What did he know about her anyway? Great...I've been to busy judging what I see and not getting to know her. He could feel the hurt through her soul wave link. It told him that her mother wasn't coming back into her life.

"You fell asleep watching the movie. I tried not to wake you."

"I know. Thanks." He nodded to her and turned to leave. She moved so quickly, he didn't have time to stop her from what she did next. A gasp slipped through his lips as her arms wrapped around his waist. Her face was in his back, she was crying a little. "I'm sorry they forced you to be my weapon. I promise nothing will happen to you." She let him go and returned to the sea of silk sheets. Soul walked into his room, closing the door behind him.

"Weapons protect their meisters, I should be saying that to you..." Soul kicked himself for not being man enough to comfort her. He knew he had much to learn.