The Power of a Promise: Sequel to Pinky Promise

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or the characters in it! Hey readers! This is a sequel to my previous story "Pinky Promise" so if you're new here and haven't read that yet you might want to check it out before you read this one! Sorry this took me forever, I've been a little busy with school and other things like that. Plus, I had a MAJOR writer's block a week or two ago and absolutely NO IDEAS were coming to my head. -_- Well, hopefully that's over. Anyway, enjoy the story! :D

"Come on Tsubaki! Hurry!" Maka yelled at her best friend. It was an early Tuesday morning and the sun was shining down on the two DWMA students as they ran up the academy's steps. The ash blonde was holding firmly to the weapon's wrist as she dragged the girl with the midnight-colored hair up each stair.

"Calm down Maka! It will be okay! We won't be late!" Tsubaki assured her as she stumbled over a bird that was perched on one of the steps, cleaning its wings. It took off into the bright blue sky as the seventeen-year-old managed to step over it in time and not crush it with her boot. Her amethyst eyes followed the bird as it soared higher and higher, eventually disappearing into the distance.

SLAM!

The doors to the academy were banged against the wall as the rushing meister opened them with slightly too much force, crushing the poor Spirit behind it, who only wanted to greet his daughter with a cheerful "good morning".

"I'm sorry Mr. Albarn! We're in a bit of a hurry!" Tsubaki shouted quickly as Maka completely ignored the sobbing Death Scythe and continued to dash through the halls of the school. Students blurred in their vision as they sprinted past them, but Tsubaki could catch their surprised looks as they zoomed by and couldn't help but giggle.

BANG!

Another door fallen victim to Maka's strength. Maka looked into the classroom hopefully and saw students were just taking their seats. They barely made it in time.

"Thank goodness," Maka said, putting a hand to her chest in relief. She heard the bell chime and walked to her seat, breathing heavily, and slumped down in her chair, exhausted from her panic. Tsubaki took the seat next to her, smiling at her worn-out partner. Maka closed her eyes to rest.

It's been a year since Soul and Black Star's death. Maka was now sixteen and Tsubaki was seventeen. They became partners and fight together quite well, Maka keeping her title as one of the best meisters at the DWMA. However, she still doesn't fight as well as she did with her previous weapon, and same for Tsubaki and her previous meister.

"Good morning you two," the son of Lord Death greeted them. Maka opened one eye to look at the young Shinigami. He grinned at her, the prominent white stripes in his hair still contrasted sharply with the rest of his black hair. Maka smiled back at him.

"Good morning Kid," the meister replied, closing her eye again afterwards. She appreciated Kid. He was the one who helped her and Tsubaki through Soul and Black Star's death the most. He comforted them, gave them advice, and even helped pay for their apartment's rent when they were running low on money one time.

"So, do you guys think you're going to be able to take on a tough mission soon?" Liz asked the pair. Maka's eyebrows furrowed. Even though the meister and weapon have almost entirely moved on from their former partners' passing, they still didn't risk taking any hard missions for fear of something going wrong. Maka thought about it for a minute, then let out a breathe, making her decision.

"Yeah, I think we're ready. Right Tsubaki?" Maka said, opening her eyes to look at the girl next to her. Tsubaki beamed and nodded her head.

"That's great! I found one I think you guys may be interested in. It doesn't sound too hard, since this is your first real mission in a while, so I figured you could take it slow at first to get used to it again," Kid said, handing Maka a slip of paper.

"'Mission: Locate Tool-P. The legendary Tool-P is missing and must be found as soon as possible,'" Maka read from the request. "Just finding something? That doesn't seem too hard at all. Okay, we can do that." Maka folded the piece of paper and put it in her jacket pocket.

"Good to hear. I'll go tell my father that you're taking the mission," Kid said as he got up from his seat and left the room with Liz and Patti, who was coloring a picture of something yellow before she left.

Dear Soul,

Today Tsubaki and I were almost late for class again. I know I should stop taking such long showers in the morning, but I can't seem to help it! I had to drag her into the school like I usually do. It kind of reminds me of when you and I were always late...

Also, the last mission we went on was a success. I think I'm almost used to wielding Tsubaki now. It's a bit difficult since I've only ever used a scythe, but I'm getting the hang of it fairly quick. Which I know isn't very surprising. I do pick up new battle techniques fast! After all, you'd know. I did practice them on you.

Kid suggested that Tsubaki and I take on a real mission this time. We accepted, but to be honest...I'm a little scared. I'm still not sure I have the Enchanted Sword Mode mastered, and I still need work on my chain scythe attacks. I'm just worried I might screw up...

Listen to me! The brave, daring meister that never gave into fear is scared! Well, I guess I'm not the same anymore. I mean, who would be after...you know. Anyway, I miss you.

Love, Maka.

Maka set down the pencil and folded the letter in thirds, putting it inside an envelope and carefully sealing it. She wrote his name on the front of the envelope, then turned her lamp off and exited the room. The pig-tailed girl grabbed her long black jacket and white gloves and put them on. She then buckled up her boots and left the apartment, yelling to Tsubaki that she was leaving before she closed the door.

The walk was peaceful. The sun was setting, the sky painted an orange-red. The birds were flying in front of pink clouds that resembled cotton candy. Maka gripped the letter tighter as she entered the grave yard. She didn't hesitate over which grave was his, for she had been here many times before to visit him. After walking past numbers of gravestones, Maka stopped at a certain one.

Soul "Eater" Evans it read. Maka gave a weak smile. She knew he never liked his last name, so she requested they put "Eater" on the stone as well to make it so he wouldn't have hated it as much. She set the note down on the grass in front of the stone, a tear escaping her eye and hitting the grass along with it. It's like he has turned into her diary, the way she writes these letters everyday she's not on a mission, and brings them to him. The letter from the previous day is usually gone by the time Maka brings the next one. She assumed they got swept up by the wind, that is the most logical answer, but some part of her hopes that when they disappear, he gets them somehow. She can imagine him smiling as he reads them, or laughing at certain ones, frowning at others. She didn't even realize she was crying so much until she felt her tears running down her neck.

"You did promise to be by my side forever, didn't you," she said, wiping the tears away. She then got down on the ground beside the grave, putting her cheek against the cold stone and running her fingers across the engraving of his name.

"I guess you did keep one promise, Soul."