Hello! Chapter two is here~! Enjoy~

I don't own Soul Eater or any of the characters.

I glance at the clock and see that the time is seven o'clock at night. Time for dinner. I walk into the kitchen and get some pans out. What should I make? Spaghetti, chicken, pork...? Wait, I don't have ingredients to make anything. I'm supposed to go grocery shopping tomorrow. My stomach growls. Also, I feel too hungry to eat, even though that makes no sense. I just feel like if I eat anything big then I will throw it up later. Plus, I have a killer headache. I put the pans away and lazily make a ham and cheese sandwich.

I sit in a chair and scoot up to a small table that is in the kitchen. Quickly, I eat the sandwich. Suddenly I feel very drained and light headed. After washing the dishes that are piled up in the sink, I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. My bedroom calls to me, so I trudge in there. It's a sad sight, honestly. Plain walls, no decorations, no pictures, pale blue carpet. Not that much different than the rest of my house. There's not much else in here, just a small bed in the middle of the room and a dresser in the corner. The atmosphere in here feels cold and unforgiving. Just like me.

My bed looks very inviting, so I turn the bedroom lamp off and plot onto the soft mattress. Warily, I pull the light pink blanket on top of me and drift to dreamland.

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I'm standing in a room with a black and red tiled floor. The walls are the color of blood, which makes me shiver. It's a small room with only a red armchair in it. I jump as a pair of red eyes seem to come out of nowhere and stare at me from the chair. The owner of the eyes chuckles and I notice that the person -or thing, whatever it is- has a deep voice. The thing comes up to me. I can only see enough of the thing to clarify it as a person because of it's body shape. I can't see the person's face, since it is dark. The only light is coming from a small candle that is sitting on a table next to the chair. All I can see is the silhouette of the person and a pair of red eyes that seem to be glowing with hatred.

Maybe it's a demon. Sent here to kill me. If it is, then I'll accept the bittersweet release of death. "Hey. I'm Soul", a deep voice says with a kind tone. I now know that this stranger is male. "I'm Maka", I nervously utter. He smirks, and the dim candlelight shows his razor-like teeth. I panic. He has a shark teeth! He can kill me with those ! Oh, right. I almost forgot. I don't care if he kills me. For some reason I smile at him. He opens his arms and walks closer to me. This is it. The bitter escape from the sinister world is finally here. He pulls me close to him, into a warm, heart-felt hug. A mix of surprise and shock flashes across my face. Why is this demon hugging me? Strangely, this gesture makes me feel... happy. I haven't felt this way in a while. My senses heighten slightly, and my heat beats just a fraction faster, but not out of fear. Out of ... excitement? Contentment? Yes, that must be it. Contentment. Could this demon be my angel? I slowly wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him back. Hesitantly, I close my eyes and bury my face into the stranger's chest.

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I open my eyes, expecting to see the demonic figure, but instead I'm greeted with the sight of a plain room. White walls surround me, accompanied by pale blue carpet and a small wooden dresser in the corner. It takes a minute for me to gather my wits -I really am not a morning person- and I realize that I am back in my bedroom. I try to remember what happened last night and separate what really happened from what I thought happened. I ate a crappy sandwich and then went to sleep. Yes. So the rest of it must have been a dream. That makes sense, since I would NEVER hug a stranger. But, I've never had a dream like that before...

There is a slight amount of sunshine streaming in through the window that is beside my dresser. Today is Saturday, I remind myself. Slowly, I sit up, wanting to stay in bed all day. Every weekend, the only two days I get off of work every week, are filled with housework and chores. Which means that today and tomorrow I'll be busy. I wish I could just have ONE day where I didn't have to do anything. After shoving my nice, warm blanket off of my body, I stand up. It's going to be hot today, so I lazily walk over to my little dresser to pull out a pair of black shorts. I go to my closet and pull out a black off-the-shoulder shirt that has a white heart in the middle. I walk to the bathroom and neatly fold my clothes and set them down on the white marble bathroom counter. I walk past my sink and toilet to the shower. I take my clothes off and throw them into the dirty clothes basket that is in the corner of the small restroom.

The white tiled floor is cold under my feet and the white walls stare blankly at me. I sigh as I walk into the shower and turn the water on. I allow the warm water to wash all of my problems and frustrations away.

When I'm all clean, I turn the water off and dry off. I grab my clothes from the counter and pull them on. I frown as I think about what I have to do today. I have to buy groceries. Tomorrow, I have to clean the house and do laundry. I brush my teeth, leaving my breath minty, then gently brush all of the tangles out of my ash blonde hair. I quietly pull my hair into pigtails and smile at myself. My pigtails remind me of my childhood, when my parents were still with me.

After strolling back into my room, I pull on some white socks from my drawer and my favorite shoes, black and white converse high-tops. I walk out of the house, making sure to lock it and stuff my house keys into my pocket, and bound down the sidewalk. I have to walk, because I own no car, since I don't trust those machines. I hear footsteps behind me and get the sneaking suspicion that I'm being followed. I shake those thoughts from my head , figuring it's just my imagination. I close my eyes and continue walking, enjoying a gentle breeze that is blowing across my face. When I open my eyes, I see two red lights staring me in the face. Wait ... lights? Where did they come from? I jump as I realize that those are not lights. They are eyes. Eyes that belong to a guy that seems familiar. He laughs at my panicked expression and I see that his teeth come to a very sharp-looking point. He has piercing red eyes and odd white hair that reminds me of the walls in my house. I focus my gaze on his face, and I must say, he is strikingly handsome.

His eyes, hair, cool-guy stance, good looks, and general uniqueness marks him as a popular kid. Honestly, he freaks me out. I just can't get over those vaguely familiar crimson eyes, especially since his red shirt really makes them stick out. "Hey. I'm Soul.", is all I hear before my sense of hearing gives out. All I can hear is my heart pounding in my ears. I'm not sure if he says something else, because all I can focus on is the strangeness of this situation. His name is Soul, like the guy in my dream. He has red eyes, like the guy in my dream. He has sharp teeth, like the guy in my dream. Everything about this situation screams crazy. Maybe I'm still dreaming. I pinch my arm to wake myself up, but nothing happens. Possibly, this is just a coincidence. If that's true, then this is a really crazy coincidence. Maybe I'm seeing things. Is he a hallucination? I doubt that. Why would I just suddenly start seeing some random man? It is probably just a coincidence. I chose to accept the latter and move on. "What's your name?"

I ignore him and push past him, hoping he will get the message that I'm not interested in talking to him. I didn't expect him to walk beside me, but that's exactly what he does. Can't this guy take a hint? I look over at him in annoyance and see that he is looking at me expectantly. Maybe if I answer his question he'll leave.

"Maka", I growl while glaring at him. Despite my glare and the aura around me that screams 'Go away', hesmirks. "I like that name". I roll my eyes at his failed attempt to flirt. "Did you just move here? I haven't seen you around. Not even at school." Interest floods into his eyes as he waits for my answer. I grunt in response and pick up the pace, attempting to lose him. "You can't get rid of me that easily, blondie", he smirks again as he, too, begins walking faster. I sigh in frustration. What is this guy's deal? I walk even faster, which causes my legs to feel heavy. That doesn't matter right now though. All that matters is that I get away from this creep -who is dangerously close to being Maka-chopped. A Maka-chop is something I made up a few years ago to protect myself. All I do is get a big book- an encyclopedia is always the best choice- and hit somebody on the head. It hurts like hell, or at least I think it does, judging by the pained screeches that usually come from my target's mouth. It really comes in handy since I'm always alone, because I look vulnerable. Creeps mistake me for a weak little girl with nobody to protect me. But I can protect myself.

"Maka. Slow down. I can't keep up". My name sounds foreign on his tongue. I smirk as I realize that he's falling behind. After a few minutes, I accept the fact that no matter how much he is lagging behind, he just won't stop trying to catch up to me as he makes unsuccessful passes to make conversation with me. What a bastard. I turn sharply, almost causing him to bump into me, and stare at his face, which is inches away from mine. "Go away", I plainly state, trying to sound as agitated and pissed off as possible before I turn back around and continuing on my way. I can almost hear the smirk in his voice as he says, " Alright. I guess it's just that time of the month for you. Catch you later, when you're in a better mood. Bye blondie". With that, I hear a scuffling of shoes. I look over my shoulder to see him slowly walking away from me. Good riddance. I huff. That guy has some nerve. Walking up to me and asking personal questions like he knows me. Maybe he thought it was just an innocent pass at small-talk, but I saw it completely different. And after that, he ignored me when I told him to leave and actually said it was "that time of the month". Jerk.

I walk a bit slower, since my aching legs are screaming in pain. I should find a place to rest for a little while. I think for a moment about where I can rest, when I'm suddenly pushed to my knees. My uncovered knees scrape across the ground. A frantic "I'm sorry", comes from above me in a familiar voice before a hand is reached out to me. I grasp the hand, and when I'm pulled to my feet, I see none other than Death the Kid in front of me. Recognition flashes in those golden orbs of his as he smiles.

I didn't know a better place to end this chapter, so I stopped here. Please review/ favorite /and all that good stuff :3 It would make my day.^_^