Summary: He was her first boyfriend, childhood friends who had taken the next step after years of wondering. He was her first kiss, a dark day made brighter by one simple gesture of love. He was her first time, a painful yet pleasurable moment she was sure she would remember for the rest of her life. He was her first fiancé, the first person who had ever truly wanted to be with someone like her... and then he died two hours later on their graduating night, just like that. Three years later and now in University, Maka struggles with the thought of moving on - but a motorcycle riding "cool guy" may just be able to help her learn what it takes to do just that.

Rating: T

Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Soul x Maka

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or have any real connections to it, this is simply a fan writing out her ideas and fantasies of the numerous characters that belong to TV Tokyo and Atsushi Ōkubo.

First

Chapter One: First Love

She had concluded that first days were a lot scarier than she had thought they would be. Standing quietly in the Kindergarten Classroom, she buried her nose further into her book - already reading despite her young age. She supposed after being read to every night by her Papa had eventually gotten boring, and she had began to want to try it herself.

Her classmates falling into chaos around her, she did her best to ignore them - a vein no doubt popping out of the side of her head as she slammed her book down on the short table, her pigtails perked up slightly. "Maka Chop!" She cried, slamming her book down on the closest trouble maker - a blue haired boy was climbing on the furniture and rough housing with anyone who dared to challenge him. "O-oi! You dare to challenge the great Black*Star!?" He cried, gesturing towards himself with a thumb as the petite girl glared at him with her emerald eyes. "What makes you so great!?" she said angrily, waiting for another reason to smack him with her book again. "Because..! Because I'm Black*Star, the one who will surpass the Gods!" He faltered for a second, before cockily gesturing towards himself - the girl finally having a reason to hit him again.

The next day, the pig-tailed girl was no match for her blue haired companion, the two wrestling it out on the floor - neither of them minding the dirt that was rubbing all over their clothes and bodies. "I hate you!" The girl cried, tugging at his blue locks as the thin male did the same to her tied up hair, one of her pigtails out and the other still messily in. "You're no match for me, puny peasant!" He grinned at her, finding in amusement in her cries and shouts as she threw her tiny fists at him.

A black-haired boy sitting near them, he buried his head further in his book, golden eyes glimmering at the shapes and words on the printed pages. "It's...It's so symmetrical!" He said, grinning as he completely ignored the two to his right - completely immersed in his book. Flipping to the next page with an excited look before a distraught one replaced it, the male slamming his book down against the ground, his two friends immediately stopping their fist fight in confusion. "This page is... garbage!" He shouted loudly, stomping the book into the ground as the other two children quickly sat up. The pig tailed girl standing up, brushing the dirt from her tattered pink dress, and rushing over to her friend and patting his head in a comforting fashion her mother had often done with her.

"It's okay, Kid!" She smiled softly, hugging her friend as he stopped his stomping, looking over at the pig tailed girl with a questioning look. "You can't stomp on it because it's from the library, and it's not yours! So if you don't like it, we can just return it." She nodded, picking up the book and dusting it off slightly, before sending another warm smile to her friend - the blue haired boy on the ground now gone and out of sight.

Sniffing, the black-haired boy merely nodded, the blonde taking his head as she began to lead him towards the library - a happy smile twisting at her lips, that is, until the blue haired boy appeared out of no where, tackling them to the ground. "Yahoo! Bow down to your God, puny Humans!" he screamed loudly, his orange basketball jersey tattered and dirty from their little wrestling match earlier. "Black*Star! I'm going to kill you, you stupid monkey!" The pig tailed girl cried, their fighting continuing.

Things got no better from then on, the two would always bicker and fight - with the black haired boy at their side, a trio of misfits in their large kindergarten class. Years passing, the pig tailed girl never lost her hair style, many parts of her never changing, her chest being one of those things.

"Flat chest! Maka has a flat chest!" Black*Star grinned, pointing and laughing at his friend as she smacked him with one of her books. "S-shut up, you monkey!" she said angrily, Kid simply nodding in agreement behind her. "You do have a flat chest, Maka. But you are so much more symmetrical because of it, I mean - just look at you; the image of beauty!" he said in a matter-of-fact tone, the thirteen year old girl's face turning beet red at his comment. "W-what are you talking about!?" She muttered, smacking Kid with her book as well - yet not as hard as she had just done to the blue haired boy, who was now laying on the floor with blood spewing out of his head.

"What!? Do you like Kid, Maka!?" He shot up, hands balled into fists as he looked incredulously between the two of them. "N-no!" She cried, Kid standing there obliviously as she began to get worked up, cheeks still a bright red as she looked over at one of her best friends. "I think you do. It's a good thing too, seeing as I would never like a flat chested girl like you!" he nodded triumphantly, the pig tailed girl merely groaning and slamming her book down onto his head again. Maka was sure she would never like her friend, not in a million life times! But as they got older, things began to change.

Now at the age of fifteen, Maka was experiencing things she'd rather not. Now moving on to crush on her blue haired friend, she never seemed to get much of a response from him - the slightly shorter teen always chasing after the older and more curvy girls. But she supposed it wasn't all bad. After all, that was how she had met Tsubaki; a sweet girl who Black*Star had befriended and named his goddess, which Maka guessed was because of her beautiful body and tolerating personality.

She wanted to hate her so much, wanted to tell her off for being close to her best friend and for letting him have these feelings for her, but she couldn't. Tsubaki was just too kind, and Maka felt herself giving in. Tsubaki was just such a good person, and Maka could see how perfect they were for each other, no matter how much she didn't want to admit it. She had always been the mature one in their small trio of friends, and she supposed that now was as good a time as any to be that mature, smart girl her parents had raised her to be.

But that maturity began to slip away the following months, when her parents divorced. Hiding their problems from her, Maka had always known that something was wrong. Her father would stay out late, her mother would stay up angrily - there would be shouting in the midst of the night, the neighbor's dog barking, their newborn baby wailing at the sound of an angry and guilty father screaming shamelessly at one another. Her father had never been committed to her mother, even when she was young she was often left to wait on the side of the street while he 'ran into the store' or went off to 'have a quick smoke'. Those lasting hours had what had partly sparked the angry look in her mother's emerald eyes, and Maka couldn't help but feel a bit guilty about it.

As a result of the divorce, Maka had taken an immediate hatred towards her father for giving up their marriage so easily, her mother taking off in the middle of the night after the files had been made - leaving to travel the world on her own without saying good-bye to her now ex-husband and desperate daughter.

Spending the next few days at home, Maka refused to leave her room - her father's cries and pleas for her to leave and eat something never reaching her ears as she lie helplessly on her bed, staring up at the ceiling as she wondered where everything had gone wrong. How had her mother forgotten about her? She wanted to get away from that foul red haired man too, didn't she!? Feeling utterly defeated, the blond-haired girl buried her face deeper into the pillow, muffling her sobs as she cried her heart out. Words could not express how alone she felt. And then she heard it, the sound of her window opening.

Someone climbing in, Maka lay frozen on her bed, knowing exactly who it was and decided she'd rather not face him. "Go away..." she mumbled quietly, tears filling her emerald orbs again as she lay there, the soft impression of someone sitting next to her on her bed making her tense up. "Did you hear me!? I said leave me alo-" she began, freezing as she saw his soft expression, even if it was there for only a moment. Face quickly contorting back to his usual look of obliviousness, Kid furrowed his eyebrows slightly as he looked down at her. "Where have you been, Maka? You've missed a lot at school. Black*Star finally confessed to Tsubaki, and they've even started dating. Tsubaki's been so worried about you, and Black*Star as well." He said, Maka merely puffing out her cheeks slightly in annoyance and turning her head away.

"Maka!" He said, trying to get her attention as his lips pulled down into a frown. "Go away, Kid. I don't want you here." She mumbled, hugging her pillow a bit tighter as she did her best to hold herself together until Kid would leave - which she presumed would be never, seeing as he wasn't budging even a little bit. "...Maka, I know what happened with your parents. Your father has been blubbering it to mine for the past week - he's talking about how you never your room to eat or do anything else..." He trailed off, sighing softly as he reached out a hand to gently stroke her hair in a comforting fashion - appearing much more mature in this moment than he had ever been as the symmetry OCD kid at the front of the class.

Finally moving out of her position on the bed, tears began to fill her eyes, Kid's golden ones widening slightly at the sight of the headstrong Maka look so vulnerable. Pulling her into a hug, Maka hugged his chest silently, the only sounds heard were her sobs as she cried into his shirt - the male, for once, not caring about the unsymmetrical way her tears were falling. Softly stroking her hair, Kid sat with her for as long as it took until she began to calm down, the petite girl looking up at her friend as she wiped away her tears.

"S-sorry. I got your shirt all wet." she muttered, blinking in a confused manner as she looked at her friend. "O-oi... what's wrong with you?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows as her emerald orbs met with his gold ones, her heart awkwardly increasing it's pace as his face seemed to inch closer and closer to hers until he stopped inches away, her face now as red as a tomato as she looked at him. "You have something on your face," he said, wiping off the mysterious substance and moving away again - the teenage girl now feeling more frustrated than over. "Kid, you idiot!" she cried, throwing a pillow at the unsuspecting teen before grabbing his collar and pressing her lips against his forcefully. Both melting into the other after a moment, both pairs of eyes shut closed, the two now embracing as their lips moved together for a moment, and then they pulled away. "A-ah.. sorry, I don't know what came over m-" she began, being silenced as Kid pressed his lips to hers again for a short moment.

After that, the two became inseparable beginning to date and become a couple - the new both new to this type of relationship, but still excited and happy none the less. And eventually, things began to escalate to new levels, and soon after Graduation night came.

Smoothing out her dress, Maka looked up at her father, huffing slightly at his blubbering face. "Papa, stop crying. Kid and I are just going out to a party for a few hours and then we'll be right back, safe and sound. Geez, you'd think I was still eight years old - not eighteen." She sighed, rolling her eyes as her father began to cry harder, blubbering some incomprehensible words that sounded amongst the lines of 'already eighteen', 'she look's so much like her', and 'my baby's so grown up'. The doorbell ringing, Maka bound over to the door excitedly, hugging her boyfriend as she saw him - the dark-haired male smiling happily at her response.

"You look fantastic, Maka. Perfectly symmetrical." He nodded, giving her the thumbs up as she blushed slightly and thanked him, giving him a small kiss on the cheek before turning her head to look over her shoulder at her father. "Later Papa!" She said, giving him a small wave before pulling Kid out the front door with her, shutting the door behind her as she grinned up at him. "I can't believe we've already graduated." She smiled, hand entwined with Kid's as they walked towards his car - an expensive brand due to his father being the Principal of their high-end High School.

Kid opening the door for her, Maka mumbled a small thank you, getting into the passenger seat as Kid closed the door and moved to the driver's side, climbing into the expensive car and starting the engine. Not moving out of the drive way, Maka gave her boyfriend a questioning look, only to recoil slightly in shock as he pulled something out of his pocket. She was terrified of this day, and perhaps she should of told him that - told him of afraid she was of getting married, of ending up like her parents but it was too late for that now, in her eyes.

"Maka, I love you so much, and I can't imagine being with anyone else... please... will you marry me?" He asked, opening the little black box, a beautiful princess cut diamond ring waiting inside for her. Hands cupping her mouth, Maka looked up into his eyes, searching for any sort of trace of her father inside of the beautiful golden orbs. Finally coming to a decision, she managed to nod, Kid smiling happily at her and moving to place the expensive ring on her ring finger.

"Kid...I..." she began, cut off by Kid's knowing smile. "Don't worry, Maka. I'll always be faithful to you, I promise." he smiled comfortingly, the female simply nodding and moving forward to hug him, crushing their lips together in a heated kiss. They were getting married... they were getting married! "I know it's a bit old-fashioned, but I was going to ask you a while ago - but I wanted to get your father's permission first, and he finally agreed." He said, rubbing the back of his neck as he moved to pull out of the drive way, Maka nodding understandably. "So that's why he was being a bigger cry baby than usual," she said aloud, a smile etching its way onto her lips despite the slight uncomfortableness settling within her. Was she ready for this? This whole... marriage thing? They were still so young, still had so much of their lives to live out. Was this really what they both wanted? Maka wasn't sure, but these thoughts were soon forgotten as they arrived at their graduating after party, Black*Star and Tsubaki already there.

Tsubaki seeing the ring first, she gasped, Black*Star quickly catching on. Throughout the previous few years, he had morphed into the big brother type for Maka, always protecting her whenever she was upset and couldn't turn to Kid or Tsubaki, and Tsubaki and her had gotten even closer - Tsubaki becoming her first 'girl' friend ever. "Kid did...did you...?" Tsubaki gaped, Maka simply nodding as the curvy girl simply giggled and hugged her friend, Black*Star suddenly glaring dangerously at Kid. "Oi! Kid! I know we've known each together since forever, but if you break Maka's heart I'm gonna break you!" he said i a threatening manner, Kid not at all phased by it as he simply chuckled and nodded. Entering the party, the foursome quickly lost themselves in the music, alcohol and fun. Kid and Maka, who had never truly been party people, had the times of their lives, until two hours later - when Kid moved to drive them home.

The two entering the car, they were too far gone to realize how drunk they were, incapable of driving as well as they thought they could. Driving on the wrong side of the road, it was only moments before it hit them - the large cargo truck. The impact so powerful, Maka could only feel pain and darkness as the sound of sirens and screams engulfed the world, finally dimming bit by bit until there was nothing but silence.