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Here is Chapter 2 to To No Avail, because you have motivated me to continue!

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This is STILL in Maka's POV except for the last bit there, to reply to blueroseangle23 review! :D But don't worry; I'll let you know in BOLD letters!

Chapter 2 – Soul Eater Evans

"No introductions would be rude," he began, his voice deep and husky, "and that's totally uncool."

I gulped, trying my best to stare him down, but failing.

He glared at me some more. "Alright then, flat-chest. I'm Soul Eater Evans. And I'd like to know what the hell I'm doing here."

I would've Maka-chopped him right there and then… if it weren't for the tightening of his grip on my arm.

"My name is not flat-chest!" I growled, attempting to yank my arm, but failing.

"Huh, sure fits though, don't you think?" Soul muttered, and that aggravated me to no end, but I could only fidget under his gaze.

I wanted to kick him, punch him, slap him—whatever. This wasn't the person I was dreaming about at all, or was it? What if he was the one that shot me, and was just pushing me off? Though it didn't seem like it…

I tried to use my other hand to reach out for the book, but he spotted that too, and grabbed it with his other hand, pinning me down on the pile of books.

"Look, if you're so persistent on getting that damn book, just tell me your goddamn name!" Soul yelled, annoyed.

I lifted my legs and kicked upward at his stomach, causing him to let go of my hands as he was pushed backwards. He landed on his back and I heard him groan something like, "Fat ankles…jeez…"

I snapped.

Forget the book! I thought, jumping up without using my hands and landing on my feet. Forget the dream! Whoever this person is, he is so not the perfect weapon!

I charged, yelling at the top of my lungs, towards the snow-haired boy and his eyes widened and he cursed. I was about to throw myself at him when someone grabbed my waist, causing me to fly back against the person's chest.

"Maka! Stop! He could be dangerous! I advise you stay away," I heard Kid yell at me as I pestered him to let go.

"You know, I just wanted a damn drawing!" I yelled, accidentally throwing my elbow into Kids face as he groaned, "I didn't want him to actually come to life! What the hell, Kid! Who knew he could be such an asshole!"

"Hey watch it, flat-chest!" I heard Soul say as he stood up, dusting himself, "You better listen to your boyfriend; I could be dangerous."

"Like hell you could be!" I growled, pulling forward but Kid just wouldn't let go! "And he is NOT my boyfriend! Ugh!"

"I'd say good for him then," Soul taunted, smirking, "At least he doesn't have to put up with some flat-chested girl like you who wears pigtails like she's eight!"

The doors of the library burst open and the aura that came in caused even my anger to subside. Soul had frozen on the spot, eyes wide, turning around to face the one and only Liz Thompson, who was glaring down at him like he'd just bad mouthed her.

"Sorry," she whispered dangerously, as Patty and Tsubaki lined up behind her. "What did you just call my friend?"

Soul gulped.

Kid let go of my waist, walking forward silently as Soul was stunned.

Liz coughed, scratched her head, and then said…

"You're dead."

At that moment, Liz and Patty transformed into the twin Thompson pistols that they were, twirling above Soul until they reached Kid's hands. Kid immediately pointed them at Soul, and you could hear Liz yelling, "SHOOT HIM ALREADY!"

But Kid stayed in place when Soul looked down, smirking; his eyes hidden by his bangs. With a flash of white, Soul's right hand took the form of the scythe I had dreamt of: The black and red zig-zag style with its long arch. Soul looked up, his eyes glinting with no fear or hesitation at all. I saw pride in him; in this weapon. I stared in awe.

"It's a fight you want, huh?" Soul growled, his left arm now transforming into a perfectly symmetrical scythe like his right hand. "You guys sure aren't friendly, but at least you can entertain."

My eyes widened.

Wait.

Perfectly symmetrical?

"IT'S BEAUTIFUL! PERFECT! ABSOLUTELY STUNNING!" I heard Kid yell as Soul charged at him. Soul faltered at the comment, but kept running, and I wanted to slap my face, but I could only gawk at the moment. Kid continued to eye at him like he was a prized possession, a one-in-a-million thing, and Liz yelled at him to snap out of it. It was then that Tsubaki transformed into chain scythe and landed in my hands, ushering me to stop Soul before Kid got torn to pieces. I now gawked at her, because I didn't know how to use a chain scythe at all.

"Oh shinigami… here goes nothing," I gulped, twirling the chain before throwing the scythe across the room at Soul. It hatched on to one of Soul's scythes and I pulled back as strong as could. Soul stopped midway of Kid, but then I lost my grip, and the scythe slid across Soul's scythe. Soul continued running.

Kid's expression changed when Soul reached him, slamming his scythe-arm down onto the ground where Kid was. A loud crushing sound echoed through-out the library and dust filled the air. I coughed and I could hear Tsubaki transform beside me.

"I'm sorry, Tsubaki," I coughed, "I couldn't hold him back!"

Tsubaki shook her head, smiling, coughing, too. "Don't worry Maka. That wasn't what I wanted to do."

My eyes widened, understanding. I looked back at the scene. Soul's scythe-arm appeared stuck in a hole on the stone ground where Kid was supposed to be. I spotted a small, silver line that traveled across it. Though it was small, it was enough to snap Kid out of his faze.

Kid was on the other side of the room, now glaring down at Soul. He slowly lifted up his pistols, pointing them at Soul as he tried to get his arm out of the hole.

"Disgusting," Kid muttered.

Multiple fires of Kid's soul waves echoed through-out the library, as blast after blast hit the spot where Soul stood. It seemed to go on forever, I noted, covering my ears from the loud noise. Then Kid stopped and more dust began to subside.

My eyebrows shot up when I saw Soul sprawled on the ground, unconscious and back in human form; but another figure was protecting him in front.

"Father?" Kid asked, surprised as well, as Liz and Patty transformed back into their human forms.

Shinigami-sama smiled up at as and his cheerful voice boomed through-out the library, "GOOOOOOD MORNING TO YOU ALL!"

I cringed.

"Why must you fight so early in the morning? The racket you all are making! What a boisterous bunch!" he chuckled, eyeing his surroundings. "Quite a mess you've made, eh?"

I sheepishly waved at Shinigami-sama when he smiled my way, knowing that this was probably my fault…

"Maka dear, do you mind passing me that book you have at your feet?" he asked.

I blinked and looked down; not realizing my foot was on the book I had wanted to read.

A Shinigami's Powers – The Perfect Weapon written by Eibon, it said.

I hesitantly picked it up, and my curiosity urged me to open it, but I couldn't disobey Shinigami-sama's orders.

I threw the book down into the hole where he was at with Soul, and he snatched it with his big gloved hands. He turned to Kid, who was pulling on his collar, gulping, as if nervous and unnerved.

"What did I tell you about this book, Kid?" Shinigami-sama asked, his eyes still seeming like he was smiling.

"To…keep it a secret," He muttered quietly, but loud enough for the entire room to hear.

"And…?" Shinigami-sama urged.

"And…not to do anything it says until I consulted you about it," Kid nodded, gulping.

"So tell me Kid," Shinigami-sama said, clasping his big white hands together with the book in between, "What exactly did you just do?"

Silence ensued.

"IT WAS MAKA'S FAULT!" Kid yelled, pointing in my direction.

"WHAT?" I yelled in surprise.

"SHE FORCED ME TO DO IT!"

"EXCUSE ME?" I asked.

"SHE USED THOSE PUPPY DOG EYES—"

"I DID NO SUCH THING!"

"AND SHE EVEN CRIED WITH GIRLY TEARS—"

I slammed my hand down onto Kid's head, chopping it perfectly in between. I didn't even realize I had marched forward to where he was.

"Shinigami-sama," I pleaded, "I don't even know what Kid's talking about!"

"You asked me to draw him for you, didn't you?" Kid groaned, rubbing his head.

"Now, now, stop bickering you two!" Shinigami-sama said, floating up towards us, leaving an unconscious Soul lying down below. "Kid, you have no right to blame Maka! And I'm not mad,"

"You're not?" Kid asked hopefully.

"Maybe a little," Shinigami-sama nodded.

Kid's eyes widened in fear.

"But I think Maka deserves to know why you have this book in the first place," he continued, handing the book out to me. I hesitantly took it, since they just talked about it being a private matter. I brushed my hand lightly over it, examining the odd font of the title and the firm hardbound cover.

"Well?" Shinigami-sama urged, as Kid looked down in embarrassment.

"Maka," Kid began, and I listened wholeheartedly, "…because you kept talking about…how much you wanted to find the perfect weapon. And seeing you search for years…and you're never s-satisfied… well, it kind of… uh…"

"What Kid is trying to say is…" Liz began, "We were all worried about you. We just… wanted to find a way to help you…"

"So they asked me," Shinigami-sama said, pointing at himself, "if I knew anything about how to find perfect weapons. And all I could think about was the book my good friend Eibon had made for me long ago."

"So he gave it to me," Kid began. "And everything was there. Personalities of perfect weapons depending on the personalities of the meister… interviews, notes, powers… and finally, the creation…"

"But Eibon is famous for making demonic weapons…" I whispered, but everyone heard it.

"Exactly… which is why…" Shinigami-sama looked at the hole.

A groan echoed from the hole and we all turned to see Soul, still unconscious. I bit my lip. Although I hated his guts…seeing him likes this…somehow made me feel guilty.

"I'm going to have to…erase Soul from this world." Shinigami-sama said.

I looked up in shock, stunned at what the Grim Reaper just said.

"W-wait, Shinigami-sama," I faltered, "I know Soul and I had a bad start but…if I dreamed about him, and he is the perfect weapon for me, I can learn how to put up with him!"

"I'm afraid you can't prove to me whether or not he is the perfect weapon for you," the Grim Reaper sighed sadly.

"No! I can!" I glared up at him, my fists shaking, "I can prove it to you! I dreamt about him! I know you know!"

"Dreams shouldn't make up reality, Maka," he sighed again.

"Let me show you," I pleaded, "Let me keep him… just for a year. Let me train with him, soul resonate with him. Let me… just…try…"

"It's not only if you can prove that to me, Maka," the Grim Reaper replied forcibly, "You said yourself that Eibon created demonic weapons. What if Soul turns out to be one, and eats away your soul?"

"He wouldn't!" I said, flashes of the dream passing through my mind, "he…couldn't… because Kid created him… so he can't—"

"I don't know how I did," Kid stated.

I looked at him, confused. "I don't understand. You drew him, right? So you should've been able to—"

"Eibon creates his weapons in all kinds of ways," Kid replied, "Black magic, smithing…but never drawing. I was so focused and determined after seeing you plead for your weapon, that I unmistakably used my shinigami powers as I drew…which caused the reaction with the drawing. My creation could've come out… imperfectly."

I turned my back to Kid and walked towards the open doors, close to where the drawing of Soul lay. I picked it up and looked at it. The drawing had changed, and it took the form of how Soul looked like now, laying on the floor, unconscious, his clothes slightly ripped. I turned to face them, and then walked to the hole, where Soul lay, sliding down and kneeling beside him.

"If…I can convince Soul to be my partner. Will you let me keep him?" I asked.

"Maka…please—" Kid began.

"If he agrees," I said, putting my hand on Soul's back, "and he shows no signs of being a demonic weapon…will you let me keep him?" I asked again.

Shinigami-sama and Kid shared a look, before he turned to me and said, "Well… I believe just this once is alright."
Kid's eyes widened. "But father, Maka's safety—"

"Kid, think about it," Shinigami-sama said, "You wanted Maka to have the perfect weapon, and now she believes she does. Why not give her the chance?"

Kid stayed silent for awhile…and then he nodded, accepting his father's decision.

"But why the sudden change of heart, Maka?" Liz asked, "Didn't Soul call you all those names? And yet you still want him to be your weapon?"

"I don't want to sound cliché," I began, "but there's something about him. Even though he says all that, it's like he's joking. Like I've heard it all before, and we're just friends fooling around. It's like he's always been here."

I looked up at all of them and nodded, "Thank you all, so much," And I began to fold the paper neatly before tucking it into my pocket.

"But can we get some medical attention here before I lose my new-found weapon?"

When we arrived at the distillery, Nygus informed us that Soul's body just tired out and that he would be regaining consciousness soon. Of course, that was after she questioned about who the hell Soul was and where he came from.

"Yeah," I whispered, staring down at his unmoving hand. "Who the hell are you and where did you come from?"

"I thought I asked that question first," a hoarse voice asked.

I jumped slightly, and then fixed my eyes on his now open ones. "Oh, you're awake."

He continued to look at me, waiting for an answer and I sighed in defeat, "Maka Albarn. I'm 16 years old, and I was born here, in Death City, Nevada. You're in the distillery of Shibusen Academy… a weapon-meister school that provides peace around the world from demon souls," I inhaled for air, then spat, "Clear enough for you?"

"Crystal," Soul spat back, glaring.

I sighed, scratching my head, "Sorry…it's just…It's kind of weird for me. I've been searching for you for the longest time, so to have you just appear out of nowhere is kind of weird."

"Searching for me?" Soul asked, dumbfounded. "Do I know you?"

"No, not like that," I laughed, "To me, you're the perfect weapon."

Soul looked like he was offended, and snapped his head away from me. "Don't say it like you're praising me, it's annoying."

"Wh-what?" I asked, confused. "But, don't you want to be praised? Or do you not understand yet—"

"Nah, I understand," Soul growled, "You said this was some weapon-meister place, and I'm guessing you've been partner-less for awhile,"

"Yeah…"

"No surprise there," I heard him mutter quietly, and I was about to retort when he interrupted, "So I'm guessing I'm your last resort, so you'll decide to keep me cause I'm all you have left."

"What, no!" I yelled, standing up, "You're wrong! You don't understand at all!"

"What's there to understand?" Soul asked, sitting up a little. "It's pretty clear to me that you just want to use me. I mean, why not after seeing me turn into something so powerful?"

"For your information, you lost that battle," I glared, tears beginning to sting my eyes, "And don't start to judge and make any assumptions! Don't think you know everything! No matter how much I hate to say this…I really…do need you…"

"I don't need your pity. I'm used to being used." Soul muttered. "Where I'm from…things stayed that way."

I glared. "Well, don't think that it's like that here! I'm not judging you from where you're from!"

Soul glared at me. "Fine. My name is Soul Eater Evans. My older brother, Wes Evans, is a famous pianist that's highly praised by everyone; including my parents. My father despises me for not being just like him, because instead I'm some monster; a human that can turn into a materialistic thing. Apparently, I can't play the piano for life and he'd prefer that I run away forever. I went to bed, and the next thing I knew, I was in your library," Soul scowled, "I figured he kicked me out, but believe me, I'm glad to have gotten out of that damn place."

Soul looked at me oddly before asking, "Hey…why the hell are you crying? I said I don't need your pity!"

Even though he was a male, and was nothing like Mama—the complete opposite, actually—he…He was…just like me. Or, he reminded me of me. Alone, in need of attention, and wanting to find that one thing that could get him through the day… through life. He felt like he didn't belong, and I wanted to be the one to help him out. The thought of someone else taking this opportunity away from me drove me crazy. I mean, so what if he's not a chivalrous guy that apologizes after—

"Maka, right?" he asked, and I was surprised. That was the first time he said my name.

"S-s-s-sorry," he stuttered, and I almost wobbled back down into my seat in shock, "I… lose my temper a lot. But I, uh, don't mean to. Or I do but, sometimes—hey, why are you smiling? You think this is funny?"

I was smiling at him, and genuinely smiling at him. Then I extended my hand at him and he looked at it in surprised. "What?" he asked.

"I want to be your partner," I told him straight-forwardly. "Let me show you around, help you get used to this place… get to know each other. I'm not going to use you, hell, I'm never going to use you. I'm not that kind of person, so don't start judging. I've been waiting for this time for…a really long time. I would never give this chance up,"

"And I'm not lame or uncool. Give me the chance to show you that," I continued, shaking my hand, waiting for his reply.

He stared at my hand for awhile, and then smirked at me, his shark-like teeth visible as the window let the orange-light from the sunset in.

"You ought to be one heck of a partner, Maka Albarn," and he shook my hand.

Meanwhile, with Death the Kid and Shinigami-Sama

Shinigami-sama was staring into the mirror in the Death room quietly, as he watched Maka smile back at Soul, shaking hands.

"It appears that Soul has agreed to be Maka's partner," Shinigami-sama noted, nodding his head. Behind him, Death the Kid was looking down at the floor, wanting not to meet his father's eyes.

"Kidd-o," Shinigami-sama said, turning to face him, "You don't have to worry, you know. You're not at fault."

"I'm not worried about myself," Kid said, "I'm worried about Maka…and what I've created. How sure are you that he won't eat away her soul… like the others that Eibon created before?"

"Mind you, those were failures," Shinigami-sama pointed out, "You surprised me though. Usually, those failures would start acting up early. But this one seems to be perfectly fine."

"Of course it's perfectly fine," Kid muttered quietly, before saying, "But why did Eibon create those…perfect weapons?"

"Eibon created perfect weapons in an attempt to help me because of my lack of deathscythes. He helped me by creating his own deathscythes; with what he thought would be perfect for me. Of course, nothing could be more perfect than an original deathscythe…"

Kid pondered over this for awhile, before asking, "Nothing can be more perfect than an original… so you're saying something happened to his creations?"

Shinigami-sama stayed silent.

"Let me guess," Kid began, "Their souls began to eat away. And not only that, but they had turned into kishin souls, too. That's why we're here…to dispose of them. And that's why they turned out to be demonic weapons,am I right?"

Shinigami-sama nodded; his face blank with no emotion.

"There's more?" Kid asked, perplexed.

"Quite," Shinigami-sama began. "Because this had happened… I thought maybe Eibon could also create… something better than perfect weapons…"

Kid's eyes widened.

"Something… that could make perfect weapons…" he continued.

Silence.

Ponder.

Result.

"You created the perfect meister," Kid said, glaring lightly at his father.

"Only once," Shinigami-sama stated, "Her name was Kira. And she was just like Soul. She started off fine, and continuously created the deathscythes that you know now to be in North and South America..."

Kira? Kid thought, I know that name. It's very familiar…

"But then she hit off another direction," Shinigami-sama continued, "And the deathscythes she created turned out just like the ones before. Their souls were eaten away, and slowly, hers was, too. I disposed of her before she could finish the weapon she was last wielding…"

Kid's face scrunched up as he tried to remember. Then it hit him.

"This was… just recently, wasn't it?" Kid asked slowly.

Shinigami-sama's face might have been shocked if he had any eyebrows, but he continued to look at his son.

"Who was… her last weapon?" Kid asked his father.

"The last weapon Kira used before I disposed of her… was Hiroshi Lair…"

—End of Chapter 2—

AN: HI! Are you glad I updated fast? Well, actually, I wasn't that fast. I was adding a little more details to it because I wanted it to be NIICEEE and EXCITING! :D

I don't think I added a disclaimer yet… so here it is. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER. Like, really, I don't. Because if I did… well… It'd probably suck, so maybe it's a good thing I don't, because I like it the way it is! :D

Death the Kid is one of my favorite characters of all time! His OC charms me, really, it does.

Hope you guys like! I'm working on Chapter 3 already! Should be out some time this week if I'm not busy with NAT reviews -_-

Mabuhay! :) Please review! It motivates me! *halo and wings*