Oh wow I am not proud of this one. Yeah this story is slightly more quickly paced than I intended But I hope you enjoy it. Read my after comment please

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To save a pigtailed idiot

Soul woke up, his eyes sore and body stiff. This was normal after a mission, a few aching joints, pounding headaches and sore eyes demanding to be closed again. But Soul immediately knew that something was wrong. He shouldn't have been able to open his eyes or feel sore and stiff all over. He shouldn't be able to heave his chest in a sigh and feel the cold prick his skin. Soul shouldn't be able to feel anything, be awake, breath or even think. Because he was supposed to be dead...

It was a simple mission. Go kill a witch and eat her soul adding to his already incredible death scythe powers. Perhaps maybe afterward he could finally clear up the misunderstanding of last week. But Soul wasn't concentrating on that right now. Or the fact Maka was making supper that night, even though his stomach was. No, he was more focused on the pattern of the witch's attacks. A pattern that his meister was too busy dodging to notice. The witch would aim for Maka's chest with a claw like grab, like she wanted to rip something out of her chest. That's when Soul finally realized what she was trying to take her soul. He connected his thoughts to Maka, through their soul wave length. Hoping she would guard her chest more or run the fuck away. But it had a different effect. Maka hesitated for a moment, her footsteps wavering. Terrified of the thought that this witch wanted her soul. The witch lunged for her chest again, Maka couldn't process it. How did she move again? What she thought to be her finally thought in her head was 'I'm sorry' connecting it to Soul. Without hesitation Soul transformed into his human form with a blade arm shoved the witch back. Snarling like an animal, red eyes gleaming and scowling.

"Maka, call Lord Death right away" He ordered. Maka nodded and pulled out a small mirror. "I won't let you touch her!" Soul growled. The witch merely smiled, her youthful face flickering from young to old. Soul was confused, he understood that her magic was for aging but to think she would use such dangerous magic on herself was baffling. Soul felt a sharp pain that quickly expanded in his chest.

"You should watch what you are doing boy" The witch snickered. Soul looked down to see her hand straight through his chest. She didn't bother with his soul. "Your soul is to pathetic to take, I'll leave it with you as a parting gift" She swiftly removed her arm and Soul staggered back as Spirit came through the small portal and fought off the witch. Soul was lying on the ground, surrounded by his own blood. Maka was leaning over him, trying to stop the bleeding. He was in such pain, her tears were worse than the hole in his chest.

"I love you" He smiled drifted off into a dead sleep.

At least that's what he thought. He was supposed to be dead. Dead. D.E.A.D Not alive and breathing in the smell of this musty coffin. Soul groaned and moved his arm, no flesh deterioration. Quickly he slipped his hand into his shirt and felt his chest. The scar from Crona was still there but something that supposed to be there wasn't. Where was the hole? Soul found his back was cold but the air was warm, meaning he was running out of it.

"I bet this is the work of that flamboyant death god" Soul scowled and with a bright flash his arm was in the shape of a red and black scythe. The bright light stung his eyes and he winced before he angled his blade upwards. The coffin was spacious square, Soul frowned "Was this planned? Whatever I need to get out. There is gonna be a shit ton of dirt after this" He grumbled. Wishing he could be like Stein and use his soul wavelength like a blast. He focused on the technique for some reason as he readied the first blow. When he struck his blow something unexpected happened. It was like an explosive blast going upwards. Dirt and splinters of wood flew up to the open air Soul could see the night sky clearly. The purple night sky with the moon grinning down at him.

"That...was...freaking awesome!" Soul grinned, his arm turned back to normal. "Shit I hope no one was around" Soul climbed out of the hole he made. He looked at his clothing. "Why...am I wearing a suit...Maka" He growled. Soul finally realized something important. Maka was alive and thought he was dead. Well he had been but she didn't know he came back to life for reasons he didn't know. Soul dusted off the pin stripped suit and made his way out of the cemetery. Looking for a mirror to contact Lord Death. He ended up in a public bathroom and dialed the number. It rang for a moment before the skull mask shone on the screen. His eyes still not used to light he cringed violently.

"Oh well this is a surprise" His happy voice echoed through the empty stalls.

"You could say that, I thought I died but apparently I'm standing here. Can I ask why?" Soul raised an eyebrow. He was irritated by the bright background of death room. It hurt his eyes too much, such how long has he been dead?

"You weren't supposed to die this young,"

"That's what they all say 'oh he was too young, it wasn't his time' Blah Blah Blah" Soul made hand movements and animated his features a little more.

"Well this time it's true. Each soul has a predestined date of death and that witch took you far too early" Lord Death explained. Soul glared at him, still expecting the explanation of how the hell he came back to life. "I have a use for you though. More of a job offering, a very powerful one. Higher than Death scythe and only you fit the bill" Soul blinked. Higher than Death scythe? Was that even possible? Maka always wanted to make a powerful weapon-Maka.

"Where's Maka" Soul blurted out. Concern written all over his face. He apologized for the outburst and let Lord Death continue.

"Maka-chan is fine, a little gloomy these past months but that is to be expected. You have been "dead" for seven months. Actually this job involves Maka in a way," Soul perked up. "The witch you died at the hands from...wants Maka's soul. Maka has a rare soul with unique properties if...prepared correctly. Such as, everlasting youth. The witch wants to use her soul as an ingredient for this. Maka is unaware of this danger and it is for the best for now. This also means you cannot see her. Not just yet anyway, if she was to know you were alive it could put her in more danger." Death explained. Soul nodded, his features looking defeated.

"This job you mention, the one higher than Death Scythe...what is it?" Soul asked.

"One of my eight guardians" Death said flatly. Soul was shocked. "Since Ashura is dead I have needed someone to fill the spot and you are the only one who can fill this position. If you don't already know your soul has been enhanced. Giving you new abilities. But you must be careful with them, if you overdo it you could cause your soul to rupture." Death cautiously warned him.

"I'll take it...will I ever be Maka's partner again?" Soul couldn't help shakiness of his voice.

"She is your meister after all. Quite lonely really. She doesn't take on many missions because the only weapons she can sync her soul with are either Tsubaki or her father. Seeing a scythe makes her depressed but that is the type of weapon expert she is. Poor Maka" Death moped. Soul felt responsible for this, but what else was he to do? Let her die right in front of him? "Soul...Maka stated at your burial that she wished she could've told that she loved you back. Is there something I'm missing in this?" Lord Death saw the silver haired teenager instantly brighten.

"No, there isn't...has my private bank account been deactivated? I wanna access the money my parents sent me. They haven't been notified yet have they?" Soul asked Death shook his head. "Good, I'll be residing in a hotel suite for the time being and go clothes shopping right away. May I ask how it was possible to bring me back to life?"

"Soul,"

"Yeah?"

"I'm the god of death, I do what I want" He said sternly.

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Soul found himself surprisingly relaxed with the idea of being brought back to life. He was granted a second chance to get things right with Maka. Not to mention the job offer and power was nice. Soul had bought a new suit, the one that looked exactly the one he looked like in the black room. He felt like an Evans again. Living in hotels from time to time in the penthouses and drinking champagne. It was nice that his account balance with close to two billion, he really should thank his family for being so rich. Like fifthly rich. The only thing that would make this perfect was Maka. Maka in tight red dress that had a slit down her leg and wearing black stilettos with the straps climbing up her long pale legs. Maybe her hair tied into a bun with her bangs out giving him an alluring stare. Those pale olive hues glazed with a longing lust with a glint of deviance. Soul shook his head. Those thoughts were not good at a time like this. Although if he kept Maka here, making sure she would never leave until it was safe. She could rejoice that he was alive and spend as much time as she wanted with him in a fancy hotel. Soul snapped himself out of the dangerous line of thought. He needed to gets some air and exercise. He glanced at the clock. It was 3 in the morning. Yeah he should be safe for a walk.

Soul strode down the cobble stone streets. People who he didn't know were scattered at the edges. He had always been a child of the night, staying awake all night and sleep all day. It always pissed Maka off to no end. This could probably work out. Sleep and research during daylight, investigate, exercise during the night. Soul grinned as he passed a book shop that was closed. It was one of the ones Maka always wanted a book from, mainly because they were first edition but extremely expensive. After this is done I'll take her in there and tell her to pick as many as she wants. Maybe over to the dress shop too Don't get Soul wrong, he was smart with his money, invested and in stocks. The two billion was just his extra cash his parents had sent him over the years. He felt the warm night air hit his face, reminding him that he was actually alive. A ruby eye spotted a certain night time cafe. A musician wanted for the night. He grinned and strode into the shop and offered his services. He sat at piano, his fingers lingered over the G key. The note that reminded him so much of Maka. Soul played several songs until it was four in the morning and the shop was closing up. The owner paid him and he left. Wondering if he should collect some data on the witch who wanted Maka's soul. Unconsciously he ended up in front of the apartment. His bike still outside, protected by a grey tarp.

"I really shouldn't...Yes, yes I should it's my bike" He frowned and went around to a bush in the front. A fake rock concealed by the leafs of the bush. He lifted it up and took his spare bike key out. "And Maka said it was a stupid idea. Soul tore off the tarp and plunged the key into the ignition and swung his leg over. The bike roared to life, rumbling underneath him like a purr. "Well babe I missed you too" He chuckled at the bike. Not really caring if he woke anyone Soul revved the engine. In a second he shifted into drive and sped through the empty streets. Tearing through the streets at night with the wind whipping him in the face. Soul let out an excited howl.

"Fuck yeah it's great to be alive!" He shouted. Realizing he was more happy than confused that he was brought back Soul drove to the down town area. Soul slowed his sped until he came to a complete stop in front of Death fountain. "Death is gonna kill me for stealing my own bike." He chuckled to himself. He ran a hand through his white locks. Enjoying the feel of it.

"Soul?" A voice called out. He froze, scarlet eyes wide he slowly turned around. Liz was standing behind his confused and shocked.

H-hi again. I actually had my inspiration for this by a dream...yeah...I dreamed of Soul Eater...man i got it bad again. If anyone remember that story called Closet talk...that was me...sorry for deleting it...sorry... I should put it back up people really liked it. Anyway this is just the first chapter and I would really would appreciate if you review and tell me what you think will happen. I mean, i already technically killed Soul and this rated M but I don't think I'll make the sex scene very descriptive like i usually do...please give this story a fav and a review

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