A/N: First fanfic, hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own soul eater

Chapter 1: Embarrassment

They sat there, together, joyously playing with their little trucks and dolls in the sandbox. Their mother sighed, silently thanking God for her two beautiful children. What wonders they could do together at the simple age of 5. They were both so similar in appearance and personality, and yet so different. She was strong-willed, and smart, and beautiful. She had great accuracy and agility, with immense stealth and flexibility. He, on the other hand, was strong and sturdy, sophisticated and clever. He had the same beautiful hair and stunning eyes as his sister. Neither of them were ever able to back down from a fight, and both, were always able to fight. Both so naive, yet always knowing what the other was thinking. They were, after-all, twins.

12 Years later

Maka sat in her chair, furiously scribbling down every word Professor Stein said about the newest dissection of a simple rat. Soul stared at her with awe and wonder. Ah how he loved her so. After months of them dancing around, teasing and leading on the other, he had finally asked her out. It had been 3 months since then, Soul reaching the youthful age of 18, and Maka, just pressing onto 17. They were great together in everyway possible, as partners, as best friends, as a couple. Soul was nearly a Death Scythe, a mere 5 souls away all thanks to Maka.

"Hey Maka…" Soul sighed, questioning the studious meister. Maka stopped writing for a minute, frozen in a death-glare at Soul. She continued her notes as if he hadn't said anything.

"Maakaaaaa" Raising his voice to a whisper, Soul began to jab Maka with the end of his pencil.

"WHAAT!?" She responded, her tone clearly dripping with venom and frustration. Not even fazed, Soul spoke flatly with his next words.

"Will you give me your notes later so I can sleep in class?"

"No, Soul, I'm tired of you always using me because you're too damn lazy to do anything yourself! You're wasting both of our time. Now shut up and leave me alone."

'Stubborn one, she is. Better just take them I guess. She wont mind.' Before Soul could snatch her notes away, Professor Stein spoke up, interrupting his scheme.

"Is there something you two would care to share with the rest of the class?" Maka blushed furiously at this, embarrassment seeping into her features. 'I love when she blushes, she's adorable.' Soul thought, unaffected by the awkward moment at hand.

"No Professor. Our conversation is over." Maka mumbled, glaring at Soul for the last of her sentence.

With the final bell of the day, relief washed over Maka, and her anger mellowed down now that she was ready to head to the library with her lovely books. 'Oh, I'm so excited to finish Romeo and Juliet, even if we aren't supposed to read ahead.'

"Hey Maka, aren't you coming? School is over y'know. It's un-cool to just sit there daydreaming" Soul said, breaking into Maka's thoughts.

"No Soul. I'm going to the library today, like I do every Wednesday?" Maka spoke as if he hadn't been around for the past year of her life, her anger at him still present in her voice.

"Alright, whatever Maka. See you at home." 'God she can be so lame sometimes. Well I was kind of being an ass earlier. Maybe I'll make her favorite dinner tonight.' Soul mused, excited to start on his redemption. He hopped on his bike and sped off toward their home.

At the Library

After finishing the play, Maka began studying her notes and revising them so she had the most important information on the upcoming test. She hadn't realized it had become dark out until the lights went out in the library. Maka shrieked, terror filling her for a moment, her thoughts wondering to serial killers, monsters, and burglars. 'I guess no one saw me here; I am, after all hidden between all the bookshelves.' She tried convincing herself, calming her nerves slightly. With Maka's thoughts came a loud boom of thunder, making her scream for the second time that night. She blindly gathered up her things and clumsily made her way to the exit. Stumbling over other books left strewn about, she hastily ran out of the academy, thankful the doors hadn't locked.