Okay so I've been gone for quite a while, but all the while i've been trying to work the details of this fic out. -head desk- however! I am back and going to try writing this without over thinking it. (I serisoul have tried writing this about five or ten times and deleted them each time. xD)

But anyways. I do not own Soul eater. Also quick warning as you're gonna see right away Soul has picked up a bad habit, but it will go away and get explained later.

Soul sighed and leaned back against the wooden pillar. Cupping his hands he brought the lighter to his lips and took in a drag of the cigarette. He squinted looking up at the afternoon sky with the beating down on him. Now at the age of twenty five the albino Death Scythe had grown into his long and lanky limbs, he hadn't stop growing till he was just shy of his father and elder brother's height of an even six feet tall. His hair had grown out and licked at his shoulder blades, the white mess held back by a simple black tie. "Afternoon Soul. How ya doing?"

"I'm good Miguel. You?" He turned to the older male as he walked passed. "How's the tractor holding up? Is it okay?"

"Yes Soul, You do good work." The rancher answered. He waved and was off down the road and Soul noticed something on the horizon that made his stomach churn a bit. He swallowed the lump of desert sand that suddenly built up in his throat and he turned rushing to the shop door, flicking his cancer stick to the sandy road.

"I'll be right back." He announced to the old woman behind the counter. She hadn't bothered looking up from her knitting, only wave him off and Soul went around to the edge of the shop and pulled the tarp quickly off his motorcycle and hopped on.

"How the hell did they find me?" Soul mentally screamed. He sped up to try and cut off the black wisps of smoke he saw making it's way towards the small town. As Soul got close enough he reached out and tugged quickly to not be dragged into the sky.

Soul cut the handle bars and dropped his leg to the ground letting it drag to steady himself. A moment later a figured landed in front of him. Soul studied them for a moment and recognized them a moment later. "Tsubaki." He felt his gut churn as he realized his hunch was right. A moment later he was off his bike and taking a few steps towards his fellow weapon.

The past few years hadn't changed the Shadow weapon much, aside from her outfit and her hair being now shortly cropped to just under her jaw. Only this time instead of her usual warm smile, he was met with cold determined eyes. "Soul."

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYAAAAAA! Sneak Attack!" Soul jumped back narrowly avoiding his former friend. Granted he had to thank Black Star's giant ego for not changing as he watched the blue haired ninja stand up in the center of the small crater. "Soul. It's been a while."

"It hasn't been long enough if you ask me." Soul hissed, he bared his teeth as his felt his bones groan in protest from his arm shifting to his blade. Something he hasn't done in a number of years.

"Tsk. You don't want to threat me." Black Star gave. Tsubaki slid down the craters wall and joined him, poised to shift into her own weapon form. "After all I've become even more of a God in these past few years."

Soul shook his head. Classic Black Star, still obsessed with achieving God hood. "Why are you two here? Why now?"

"I could tell you or you could beat it out of me if you really wanna know." Black Star lowered him self.

"Fine. By. Me!" Soul jumped into the crater and swung down with his bladed arm. The ninja clapped his hands and captured the blade between his palms. He used this chance to kick the white haired scythe in the ribs and send him straight back into the wall of desert sand behind him.

"Black Star! Stop it." Tsubaki demanded. She stepped between the two of them. "You to Soul. We're here because Death City needs you."

"Why now? How the hell did you fi—Fuck." He sighed realizing him self how they found him. "Maka's Soul Perception ability." Tsubaki nodded that he was right. Maka had used her Soul Perception to find Soul after all these years. "I still want to know why, why do you need me."

"Not us." Black Star gave crossing his arms. "I don't give two shits of you come back with us or not." He turned away as Tsubaki glanced back with a glare that made even the god in Black Star shiver.

Turning back to Soul. "Death City needs you because, there has been attacks on witches in turn, these witches have begun attacking Maka. This is also for your own safety." Tsubaki explained. A warmth motherly worry returned to her eyes. "They talk of trying to find you and attack you as well."

"Okay, so then what does this have to do with me coming back?" Soul questioned flexing his hand as the blade receded into flesh.

"We need your ability to transmit an Anti-demon wavelength to the Witches to wake them from the madness they're trapped in." Soul felt his lungs tighten painfully at the mention of Madness. Subconsciously he reached for his pants pocket feeling the package of smokes, though he stopped him self from indulging in the bad habit. "The Anti-demon Wavelength as I'm sure you've guessed, it's Maka's."

"If I come back, what's in it for me?"

"A full pardon from Death him self." Black Star smirked. "And trust me, that's not mercy at all. You might be needed, but you are not wanted."

"Tsk." Soul turned and began climbing up and out. "Find someone else."

"You'd also get to tell us what actually happened again!" Tsubaki shouted. He froze. "If you can help and get the Witches back, Soul you could find a lead." She explained. "Soul it still eats at you," The weapon began, "Looking at you now I can see it. Soul you want to see Maka again, don't you."

An image that haunted him crossed his mind and Soul's blood ran icy cold. Maka laying on the floor of his room, a giant gash running form her shoulder to hip. Her body shuddering as she tried to breathe. He gripped his head feeling a splitting head ache beginning to form. No longer able to resist Soul reached for a cigarette and quickly lit it.

"Tsk, we're wasting our time Tsu. Look at him. He's a fucking shadow of his former self and its pathetic."

She wavered a bit and walked towards Soul, dropping the cold act she'd been trying to maintain for their mission's sake. "I'm not going to lie Soul, Maka changed a lot too, but She still would want to see you to."

Trying to hold himself together, Soul only nodded. "Fine, but as soon as its over...I leave and that's it." He answered them.

"Of course." Tsubaki replied.

"Whatever." Black Star added in. Tsubaki turned to him with raised eye brows. "What?"

"You don't need to be so mean Black Star, he agreed." Now Soul's brow knitted together and finally Black Star grinned back at his former friend.

"Good cause I didn't wanna have to beat you to a bloody pulp any ways." Black Star jumped and landed before Soul offering a hand. "I've missed ya Soul."

Soul sighed shaking his head and offered out his own hand, falling into Black Star's trap and getting thrown over the slightly smaller male's shoulder and into the ground, getting one massive punch to the gut. "Black Star!"

"Fuck!" Soul shouted coughing up bile. "What was that for!?"

"For Maka." Black Star replied. "I'm happy you're coming with, but you did hurt her. I'm not going to let that go."

Soul's head dropped into the sand and he stared up at the blazing laughing sun. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

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"I can not believe you did this!" Maka shouted. She was pacing the Death Room. Her arms folded across her chest, and Spirit following behind her trying to get her to stop and listen to Kid, or rather Lord Death.

"Maka he is necessary." Kid again explained.

"Is he? Cause we seem to have been getting along fine with out Soul." She stopped and pointed out in a dangerously low tone. As she began to take another step she whirled around to face her father. "Will you cut that out!?"

Liz had put on head phones by this point and continued to sort through various files occasionally handing a few sheets to Patty who would bounce over to Kid's desk and place them to wait for signatures. Slowly working in from the outward edges in a nice symmetrical fashion.

"Maka you do realize you are shouting at your highest level Superior?" Kid asked with a monotone sigh, clearly no longer in the mood for this.

"Have you noticed I don't give a damn? You used me! Fooled me into tracking down Soul with my freakin' Soul perception and now you're telling me you sent Tsubaki and Black Star to go drag his ass back here?"

"Maka you took an oath to do what was needed for the DWMA." Spirit pointed out from behind her. "This maybe hard, but you'll just need to suck it up for a while."

She turned back to her Father and huffed. "Ugh! Forget it." She turned and shoved past him. "Why not Stein and Maria?" She turned back to the room. "Why not use them?"

"They were our first choice Maka, but out of concern for their children they asked for us to find someone else." Kid relented. "You act as if I would try to hurt one of my dearest friends without reason."

Maka bit at her lower lip and turned and continued out. "Fine! I'll do it."

Everyone notably sighed behind the Technician. Having held their breath. "I apologize Lord Death for her actions." Spirit gave a nod of his head and Kid waved him off, removing the death mask.

"There is no need for apologizes. Maka in truth was right. We did use her, but we cannot risk anymore witches being attacked. Or anymore going after her. Even if she can defend her self now."

Spirit nodded in agreement as the mirror beside Kid rang. Turning he answered it along with Patty who have a sing-song-y 'hello.'

Tsubaki appeared with Black Star in the mirror. "Sir," The Shadow Weapon began, "The mission was successful. Soul is coming back with us." She explained.

"Great, good to hear." Kid gave as Soul stepped into view behind Tsubaki a pack thrown over his shoulder. Liz leaned over to see how much he'd changed and Patty waved wildly. "We'll see you tonight then."

"Right." Tsubaki gave hanging up the Death call.

Hope you guys like it, I can't promise an entirely on point update schedule, but I'll be trying. -nods-