To No Avail

by tonoavailxoxo

Maka knows the perfect weapon comes with a price; but she's searched for so long. One night, she dreams of it-a scythe changing into a snow haired, red eyed boy. To remember him, she asks Kid to draw him; but what if that drawing comes to life? SoulxMaka

1. Chapter 1

A/N: HEY GUYS. I'm back—sorta?

For the past… months? Years? O_o I've been reading fanfiction and all these ideas have been jumbled up into my head. Of course—not all of it is going to be about Twilight. I've actually gotten interested in Naruto, Kimi ni Todoke, Soul Eater, Bleach, Fairy Tail—you know? And I'm loving all the characters!

So here's a little SOUL EATER for everyone, a SoulxMaka pairing fanfic! Enjoy! :D

SUMMARY:

Perfection comes with a price, but Maka Albarn has been searching for the perfect weapon for the longest time—to no avail. Sometimes, she thinks the weapon of her dreams probably doesn't exist. At a sleepover with Liz and Patty, she dreams of a ruby-eyed boy whose white hair shimmered in the moonlight as he reached out to save her. She approaches Kid, in hope that he could 'perfectly' draw out the person she dreamed about. But—what if it turns out too perfectly? Soul x Maka.

MAKA POV

Chapter One – The Perfect Weapon

I was SO not in the mood for this.

I could hear faint voices as I dragged my high-heeled feet up the long staircase of Shibusen Academy. I was probably ruining my long, black dress, but I didn't care much anymore. I had overused it, anyway.

When I reached the top, I turned to look at Death City below—as I always do. The view was amazing, as usual, and I noticed that neighboring houses were starting to turn their lights on. Understandable—seeing as it was quite dark for six in the evening. I unknowingly sighed and turned around, walking towards familiar doors that I have passed one too many times.

"Welcome to third Weapon-Meister Convention for this school year! If you have not received your name tag, please approach Stein or Marie-sensei!"

I cringed. Third.

This would be the third time this school year that I would (once again, unsuccessfully) try to find the perfect weapon.

Here at Shibusen Academy, meisters and weapons come together and partner up to perform missions (usually by totally obliterating kishin souls) in order to protect the peace of Death City—and around the world. The opportunities are great. I mean, free trips around the world? Being able to meet Shinigami-sama himself? Learning more about souls and demon gods? Sure, the missions are like life-death situations, but that hardly counts. To be able to contribute to world peace, like now when kishins could rise to a whole new level…

There's only one problem to all this.

To go on missions, you need a partner. No solo missions. Nada.

And as I mentioned before, this would be the third time that I would try to find a partner—the perfect weapon—for me, at least.

My name is Maka Albarn. I'm your average girl. And when I say average, I really mean it. No cliché-ness whatsoever. I'm nothing like my friends, who all seem to have better figures and racks than me. Swerves, curves—they have it all. And here I am, Ms. Flat-Chested, Green-Eyed, Pig-Tailed Blondie; partner-less and attractive-less.

I reluctantly opened the door and surprised myself. The room was filled with people—with more new weapons and meisters than old. Everyone was dressed in outstanding formal outfits. The girls were in long, beautiful gowns and the boys fumbled with their rich and grand tuxes. I blushed, since the dress I was currently wearing was the only formal dress I had; and that I had worn it repeatedly for every other weapon-meister event. Maybe that's why I couldn't find a partner.

I scanned the crowd—in hoping to find a familiar face. I checked the buffet stand, the dance floor, and the neatly arranged tables—as if symmetrical. A flash of white caught my eye and I grinned at the boy in the all-white tux. Standing on the other side of the room was one of my good friends, Death the Kid, followed by his twin pistol weapons, Liz and Patty. Kid's dad—also known as Shinigami-sama, probably asked him to be on guard duty. Shinigami sama never leaves the Death Room, anyway.

Kid yawned as his sleepy eyes gazed at the crowd before him, his dark bangs washed over his face. I walked towards that direction, ignoring the stares I was getting for cutting through the middle of the dance floor. He spotted me immediately and frowned, running a hand through his black hair—that is, except for the three Sanzu marks that stopped mid-way on the left side of his head.

"Maka! You're here yet again?" he asked, as Patty and Liz jumped at my name.

"WAAH! Maka-chan! Nice to see you again!" Patty grinned, her short, light blonde hair bouncing on her shoulders, her red dress swaying along with her. Liz walked up to me, tutting, mentioning how I should have worn something different at the very least. Her long brown hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she wore a similar dress to Patty's.

I gave a half-meant smile and replied, "Hah, yeah. Here I am… once again."

"Any luck so far?" Kid asked.

"Nah. I just arrived. I'm surprised though; there are a lot of people today." I pouted. There was no point in searching, anyway. "But…one glance told me that there was no way my perfect partner would be here. I swear, I think your OC is contagious, Kid."

"Speaking of OC," Liz said, interrupting Kid before he could reply to my comment, "I can't help but think I've seen you wear that dress waaaay too many times, Maka!"

"This is kind of the only dress I have, Liz," I replied sadly, staring down at my feet. "It's not as if I can afford much—not with Mama gone, anyway."

"But I thought your dad worked—" Kid began, but my eyes shot up to meet his before he could continue, glaring at him, as if asking, I DARE YOU TO CONTINUE THAT SENTENCE.

"He. Is. Not. My. Father," I said, "And never will be. So I refuse to use his money!"

I felt a light tap on my shoulder, and I slowly turned around, "Sorry, but I'm not here to—"

A tall, teen boy smiled lightly at me, neatly dressed in a black tux, silver eyes glinting with excitement. His blonde hair was messy, with bits and pieces of brown, as if waving in different directions. He bowed at me and I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. When our eyes met again, he said, "Pardon me, Maam, but I couldn't help but notice you didn't have a name tag…"

My ears ringed with his slight British accent; and I slowly looked down at my chest and realized that, yes, I did not have one. (AND SHUT UP TO YOU PEOPLE WHO SEE THE DOUBLE MEANING TO THOSE WORDS!) "Oh, uh, yeah, sorry about that. My name is Maka Albarn, a meister." I extended my hand and he gave it a firm shake.

"Hiroshi Lair, long-ranged weapon, nice to meet you, Maka," he said, as if exasperated. I quickly looked down at his chest to see a neat, white nametag with the words "Hiroshi: Weapon" on it. "I was wondering…well, if you wanted to dance? Or rather, would you want to try a Soul Resonance, or—?"

"I'm terribly sorry, Hiroshi," I interrupted, biting my lip. "But, I'm really not in the mood to find a partner at the moment."

I cringed at how straightforward I was. I was afraid I had offended him, but he only smiled, and I unknowingly sighed.

"That's alright. But, I hope I see you around more often," he replied, "Maybe we could get to know each other."

"Sure, of course." I said, and I heard Patty and Liz giggling and snickering behind me. He gave me another bow, and walked away.

"Wow, Maka, you sure can get 'em, can't you?" Liz said, snickering.

"I don't understand… why are you guys snickering!" I pouted uneasily.

"Well Maka," Kid said, surprising me, "Hiroshi Lair is… not someone who gets rejected."

"What?" I asked, as if what Kid said just passed through my ear and out the other.

"Hiroshi Lair is a very popular student here at Shibusen Academy," he continued, "Just recently though, his previous meister had moved out, so now he's on the look out for a new one."

"Looks like he had his eyes on you," Liz whistled as Patty giggled, "Probably not just as a meister. But what I mean is...we can all see that you're a very talented meister. You just really want to find the right weapon, don't you?" Liz smiled gently.

I grinned and looked up sheepishly at my friends. "Did I ever tell you? About my mom?"

"You mentioned beforehand that she made your Papa a death scythe." Kid nodded, oblivious to my glare.

"Right," I huffed, "And do you know what Spirit's weapon form is?"

"A scythe!" Patty yelled loudly, causing a few dancers to look our way.

I nodded, "Yup, a scythe. And my Mama, when I was younger, would show me her tricks and moves, y'know? I would try at times to, and I practiced long and hard to be just like her."

"Is that why you didn't choose Hiroshi? Because he was a long-ranged weapon?"

"Not only that," I sighed, "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm picky. I want a scythe weapon. Not just something I think I can get used to,"

I looked up at all of them as they contemplated on what I was saying.

"What I really want…is to be just like Mama."

During the convention, I decided to just hang out with Kid, Liz and Patty, and pretend to be on duty as well. Occasionally, people would approach us and ask me for a request, but I would lie and inform them that I was taken—that I already had a partner. FOR BOTH REASONS, if you're wondering.

"Aren't you afraid that this would start rumors?" Liz asked, twirling a strand of hair that left from her bun.

"I don't think I'm popular enough for that," I grinned.

Liz shrugged. "You never know, really. I mean, you are the daughter of a death scythe!"

Kid returned with some drinks and passed it around. I nodded in thanks. "How's Black Star and Tsubaki?"

"Speaking of which, Tsubaki is coming over for a sleepover later!" Patty giggled. "Why don't you come over too, Maka?"

"What sleepover, I don't remem—" Kid began, but was interrupted.

"Sure, it's not like I have anything better to do." I mumbled.

"Hang on a minute, Patty! Liz! I demand to kno—"

"Oh come on, don't say it like that! We'll go to your house and help you pack for it, 'kay?" Patty continued.

"Patty! YOU AREN'T LISTENING TO ME! I don't remember you asking about ANY sleepover whatsoever—!"

"Thanks guys, I really appreciate it." I grinned.

"USELESS! IRRELEVANT! UNSYMMETRICAL!" Kid began shouting, as he stomped away. "MY SCHEDULE! RUINED!"

"Ignore him. He'll get over it later…" Liz muttered, as Kid knelt on the ground, pounding on it with his fist, calling himself "trash" and "unworthy."

I grinned at my friends, thinking about how lucky I was to be able to spend time with them. If it weren't for them, I probably would've lost my patience and just ended up with some random partner. But Liz had told me, "Partners are important. You feel a special connection to them that you can't see in anyone else. You can't just go to a weapon-meister convention and expect to find the perfect partner on your first try!"

As the bell tolled to signal the end of the convention, I noticed many partners had been made as they exited through the doors of the Shibusen Convention Room. I also noticed the flash of blonde of Hiroshi's hair as he passed through the door with no one by his side. I could feel the guilt rise in my stomach and I gulped down, hoping I didn't hurt his feelings.

Later at my house, Liz and Patty gushed over about 'hot boys' they saw at the convention as I silently packed my things. I guess being out of their meister's hands gave them more authority to talk about different things. Like… hot, unsymmetrical boys…

Boys, I thought, and wanted to spit the word out of my mouth. I hated them. One other reason why I rejected Hiroshi was because of my dislike for boys. I'm sure he was a wonderful guy (and NOTHING like my pap—I mean, Spirit) but I grew up with these feelings towards guys. So I figured if I ever had a perfect weapon, it'd be a girl, and she'd be like Mama. Smart, fun to be around, and loyal. Just like Jacqueline is to Kim.

When we arrived at Kid's house, we saw Tsubaki sitting patiently on the bench near the front door. When she spotted us she gave her traditional sweet smile and a slight wave. She asked about the convention, where my only reply was a shake of my head. She frowned, but nodded in understanding.

Kid glared at each of us as we passed through the front door, eyeing us down like we were some intergalactic species. We heard a slight slam as Kid said, "If you need me, I'll be in the library!" and he stomped off in the other direction.

"Uh, Liz, you sure he's not mad?" I asked.

"Trust me; we always plan things without his permission. He'll get over it one day," She said, rolling her eyes and she opened the doors to the large living room. "Alright, we're here for the night! Please, do make yourselves feel at home!"

I did so; but I couldn't help but think that Kid had been awfully flustered lately.

At around 2AM, Patty's snores echoed through-out the room as Liz shut the TV off after the last movie. She decided to call it a night; and Tsubaki and I agreed. We dragged our feet to our sleeping mats; and as I lay my head on my pillow, I immediately drifted off into sleep.

It was odd, at first, because there were blurry visions. I could hear occasional noise—like people screaming, or shouting, and then a clash, as if weapons were colliding. And then the scene would change to the soft sound of crickets at night, and light footsteps. And then, I started to see the scenery. I was at the precarious edge of a tall building, looking down below, where dirt and giant marbles of stone lay, as if from the building. I could feel myself shivering, but I couldn't feel anything, so I couldn't have been cold. And then it was as if I was pierced right through my stomach; but I couldn't feel the pain. I watched as my hand touched the wound, layering my hand with what I knew had to be my own blood. I began to dangerously lean backwards, about to fall off the cliff. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out. It was like I wasn't in the scene, but rather witnessing it, and couldn't do anything about it. When I slipped, I saw a flash of silver as I fell down the building, as if in slow motion. A familiar object followed after me and I shifted my gaze to see its tall, slender handle, and its sharp red and black arch at the top. It swiveled toward me—the scythe—and all of a sudden, another flash of light, and instead, a hand reached out to me, grabbing onto my own bloody hand. I blinked away the blurriness and saw him for the first time.

His white, spiky hair seemed to clash with the dark shadow of the moon. His dark red eyes were glinting with mixtures of emotions; hope, happiness, fear. His face was scrunched up in worry, his mouth parted open slightly—but wide enough for me to see his sharp, pointy teeth. He pulled me into his body, and I felt the scratches and holes of his clothes. He whispered my name, and only whispered, before we hit the cold ground; but with that, I was jolted awake and bit my tongue hard before I could even scream.

I could taste the blood in my mouth and let my poor tongue go. I was panting hard, trying to remember clearly what I had just dreamed about. I realized my hands were outstretched in front of me, as if I was grasping onto some invisible handle.

And that's when I took off; out of my bed, and out of the living room, heading directly towards the library.

I must be the luckiest person alive, I had thought to myself, because it was probably around four in the morning, and I had just slammed the doors of the library open, only to jolt awake a sleeping Kid.

"Kid," I whispered, as I panted at the doorway.

He only stared at me in shock, head still on the desk in front of him, books spread out everywhere—but then he came to his senses and snapped the book he was lying on closed; and then he threw it across the room. I wanted to ask why he did that, but shrugged it off. I had more important stuff to talk about.

"Maka… it's… four in the morning… what could you possibly want at this hour?" he asked, slightly exasperated, but still sleepy.

"I had a…dream…" I said, still panting.

"Oh lovely… and you wish to tell me about it? Was it really a dream? A nightmare, maybe?" Kid asked sarcastically. Okay, Kid in the early mornings… not a very nice Kid.

"No!" I yelled, marching towards his surprised figure, "It was a dream! Or I wish it wasn't, but I need your help!"

"I'm not the most amazing therapist, Maka, but if you insi—"

I grabbed two fistfuls of his collar and decided to just be straightforward, "I dreamt of my weapon."

"Dr-dreamt? Weapon? I don't understand. You know, it's far too early in the morning. I think you should go back to sl—"

"I need your help. I need you to draw him for me." I continued.

"What! No, never! I mean, I don't even know what he looks like in the first place!" Kid gulped. "And I don't think it's a very good idea ei—"

Kid paused when I looked up; and I wondered if it was because I was crying. Yes; the stinging tears fell from my face, even after I tried to hold them back.

"I think he saved me," I whispered hoarsely, "And he was a scythe. I… I really don't want to forget him. Please. I don't think anything like him exists, at all. Just… just do this for me, just this once,"

"Please…" I said again, letting go of his collar, my shoulders shaking.

I heard Kid sigh tiredly before standing up and walking past me. I heard the door slam behind me and I clenched my teeth in sorrow; but then I heard shuffling and grunting, and when I turned around, Kid was there, his signature sketch board set up in front of him. He eyed me curiously, as if doubting me, holding his sketching pen up.

"Well… where do I begin?" he asked.

I told Kid all about him. And in the most detailed way I could.

The most important detail of all: his type of weapon.

"A scythe," I said, with no hesitation. Kid nodded at this and said he had expected much. "The colors... the handle was silver. And the arch was long; black on one side, and red in the other, as if in a zigzag form."

Kid nodded, tracing a few things. And then I went into detail on his human form.

How his hair looked like the first snow; and although it was spiky and looked rough, it was soft and smooth, bending more towards the left than the right.

How his eyes were downcast, as if tired, but his eyebrows were scrunched, as if glaring—and his light, sleepy smirk with just a bit of his shark-like teeth.

Kid raised an eyebrow questioningly at me, but I grinned sheepishly, shrugging.

"What was he wearing?" Kid asked.

I frowned. "I… don't remember. Sorry. All I know is that his clothes were torn."

"Oh my shinigami, don't tell me you dreamt of—"

"Kid! No way! That's just wrong in every way!" I exclaimed, blushing and clasping my hands together nervously.

"So what was the occasion then?" Kid asked with a light smile.

"Uh, uh…" I tried to remember, but after Kid's comment, I couldn't think straight. "Sorry… it's blurry. I mean, I usually forget dreams the minute I wake up, so it's a surprise that I can remember what this guy looks like. So caring… ready to be there for me… Loyal…" I drifted off.

Kid nodded. "Yes, please, go on with the traits. Maybe his body form while we're at it?"

I blushed some more, if that was possible, and I continued, "I… I'd want him to be those, at least. And uh, say, chivalrous, smart and courteous?"

"Sorry, but the way you described how he looks and those traits don't seem to match at all," Kid laughed, sketching some more.

Kid tapped his index finger on his pencil, and then said, "Well, let's say you meet him in the next weapon-meister convention. How about I draw him in a suit?"

I smiled. "Sounds nice."

"Believe me… it will be. I'll make sure of it." Kid muttered, and started to sketch again. I bent to the side to see what he was doing but he only glared. He didn't want me looking at it in case I questioned his "symmetry"… jeez.

Silence ensued for the longest time as I patiently waited for Kid to finish.

After a yawn, I looked to the side and stared at the clock on the wall. It was only six. Two hours had passed, and I was still dead tired. My eyes began to close slowly and I lay my head forward against the desk.

What happened next was unbelievable.

The desk I was lying on jerked backwards and I flew across the room, running into a pile of books. I opened my eyes, trying to survey my surroundings. I spotted Kid on the other side against the wall, jumbled up in his now messed up sketch board. On the floor was the finished drawing, where a dark light appeared from it.

Slowly, small fragments began to form from the dark light, and it slowly began to form a figure of something. Or someone, I thought, as the form turned into one of a firm, toned human male.

Back towards me, I gawked, standing up in surprise. There he was, in a black and gray pinstripe suit; with a red formal shirt underneath, and a black, silky necktie.

Slowly, he began to stretch, cracking his knuckles and running a hand through his hair. Then, he turned to face me, my emerald eyes meeting his familiar ruby ones, a grouchy look on his face. There was a small pause before he started to slowly walk towards me, with a sort of swagger, hunched back and all.

Fear, I thought. That was definitely what I was feeling as his dangerous form grew closer. I stepped backwards, and clumsily slipped on the pile of books, falling down again. I looked down at the book that lay in front of me.

A Shinigami's Powers – The Perfect Weapon, it said, written by Eibon

I reached out to grab the book before a hand stopped me. The familiar touch sent jolts of electricity to my skin and I looked up, startled. He was there, on his heels, crouching down in front of me. I was speechless as he glared into my eyes.

"No introductions would be rude," he began, his voice deep and husky, "and that's totally uncool."

I gulped, trying my best to stare him down, but failing.

He glared at me some more. "Alright then, flat-chest. I'm Soul Eater Evans. And I'd like to know what the hell I'm doing here."

I would've Maka-chopped him right there and then… if it weren't for the tightening of his grip on my arm.

-END OF CHAPTER 1—

A.N./ Well, hehe. BLINK BLINK. I know, this chapter is the rather boring Chapter and introduction of characters, but aren't all first chapters the boring ones? And it gets better and better later on? (HINT HINT)

And well yes, I have been gone for so long, hehe xD I DIDN'T MEAN TO, but guess what?

OH YEAH YOU GUESSED RIGHT, CAMP ROCK 2 IS OUT! But the Sequel to Camp Rock! Twilight Style, well, I can't find a story around it from how I ended mine, but I'll definitely see what I can do.

So in the mean time, why not some Soul Eater huh? Twilight isn't ALL I know about. And it isn't ALL I'm addicted to. Anymore, at least. Haha.

I HOPE YOU GUYS HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ABOUT MEEE.

And I'm sorry if this chapter is long and dragging and sorta fast paced, but I'll try to make sure the next one is a SUPERB and AWESOME one. I mean, Soul's pretty real now, isn't he? xD It's time to START THE STORY!

If only these things happened in real life T^T

I'm gonna leave this out here to see if it worth continuing… :D I'm gonna have to form the bad guy, too! But you know, it's sorta… well… Never mind ;) But anyways, Review if you don't mind! :)