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_Soul_

Where was Maka? In all the time I'd known her she hadn't ever been late to a class. She was always the one making sure I wasn't late. It was her favorite period for heaven's sake! And it certainly wasn't helping that Kid was over by Liz twitching up a storm. Nooo, that only made me more anxious. We were all sitting in the bleachers in our Gym and since this was a class for only two-stars it only had about fifteen people. Right now Patti was fighting with Harvar. She was right up there with Maka when it came to physical abilities so she was literally kicking his ass.

Maka...Maka...Just where the hell was she!

I had just about reached my limit. I was already glancing at the door every couple seconds and fighting the urge to run out and look for her. If she didn't magically appear in the next 5 seconds...

The instant I took my eyes off the door a soft creak sounded through out the room. It was so quiet that unless you were listening for it there was almost no way you would have heard it. My head snapped in that direction.

There stood Maka. To put it simply...she looked like she just came from hell and back. Her hair was messy and dirty, though she takes a shower every morning. Maka's clothes were weird too; the most worrisome thing though was her wounds. To a normal bystander she looked fine, but to my trained eye it looked as if she had gotten into some kind of fight. And I did not like what I saw. Her cheek was very red and looked like it was beginning to turn blue-ish. Along her legs and arms were cut after cut. She had put a few bandages on the worst of them, but blood was already beginning to seep through.

After her quiet entrance, Maka walked over to the teacher. Probably to give some kind of explanation for her coming so late. That was to be expected of Miss. Bookworm, but what wasn't expected was when the teacher (Stein was our substitute teacher since Nygus was busy) asked her to be the next hand- to- hand combat fighter. Even though she shouldn't have with wounds like that, Maka obliged and made her way to the middle of the fighting area. Then Stein proceeded to scan the bleachers for the next victim. I didn't really pay him any attention until his twisted gaze landed on me. As soon as it did everyone else visibly relaxed, even Black Star, while I tensed. Did he really expect me to fight Maka? On a regular day maybe, but while she was hurt?

"No way in hell."

He looked at me kinda funny, but than a broad smile crept onto his face.

"If you don't then Maka will get an F for today." Crap. If it were me then I really wouldn't give a care, but Maka practically lived and breathed good grades. My selfishness couldn't be the reason that she got a bad one. Although begrudgingly, I got up and slowly made my way into the fight zone. Key word being slowly. My gaze locked on Maka as I entered it. She gave me a small smile before the starting whistle was blown.

Even though I was probably more than twice as strong as her, she was the Meister for a reason. Maka was in one place one second and somewhere else the other. It was no wonder why she was top of our class in Gym. Nobody ever wanted to face her cause they didn't want to be black and blue the rest of the day. I had luckily never been picked to fight her since usually you were allowed to pick yourself. Until now of course.

I refused to hit Maka hard because well...it just wasn't right. She wasn't hitting me hard, but she didn't exactly need to. It took all of my concentration to block her hits as softly as I could. She was already flinching every time I did that. I didn't want her hurting anymore.

SMACK!

...Ouch. That really hurt. Maka had kicked me in the gut very close to my...erm...private parts. Now she was on top of me holding me down. Her arms held mine far away from my body and her knee was in-between my legs, promising a kick to the groin if I moved. But the most distracting thing was her face. It was so close. I could just reach up a little...WAIT! This is not what I should be thinking about right now. Instead of reaching up to kiss her, (which would be so uncool) I decided to get some answers.

"Why were you late?" I thought I had started with the easiest question, but I guess I was wrong since she looked away quickly, a weird look in her eyes. "Maka..." I wanted to touch her face but that was kind of impossible at the moment. In the faint, unimportant background I could hear the sound of loud numbers being counted off. I didn't really pay it any attention and turned back to Maka. "How did you get hurt?" Since she wasn't cooperating I stopped beating around the bush. She looked at me. Determination in her eyes. Dang. There was no way I'd be able to get it out of her now. I opened my mouth to speak but was interrupted by a loud buzzing noise. I looked directly at Black Star and glared. Until he held up his hands, proving his innocence. Then he pointed towards Stein and my head turned respectively in that direction. He had a small red blow horn in his hand. I scowled at him before returning my attention to Maka. She then bent down close... closer until I closed my eyes in anticipation. I felt a light bump on my forehead and my eyes flashed open. Maka was right there.

"You don't need to worry about it." Then she got up and walked over to the changing rooms since P.E was done for today. I went into the dressing rooms as well. Usually all the guys would be teasing about how close I was to Maka or about how I was beaten by a girl, but today it was just...silent. I was in a daze the whole time I was dressing and as I walked towards my locker.

I opened it and sighed. More letters. What a surprise. I wasn't in the best of moods today so instead of shoving them into a corner, I grabbed them all up and dropped them into a nearby trash can. Then I went back to my locker to get my books. When I was done I slammed it shut. I was pretty mad. I didn't know who at, but whoever hurt Maka would pay. When I looked over to where Maka would usually wait for me, I spotted a different girl. I had never met her in my life, but the air around her gave off a mighty type of feel. I already didn't like her.

"Hi, my name is Cecilia. Um... Soul I was just wondering if you would go to the Spring Dance with me?"

I looked at her kinda funny. I didn't even know her. It was pretty awkward just standing there, but I didn't show it since I did have a reputation to uphold. Finally, I decided on a way to respond to this type of person.

"Um...No." I said kind of rudely. She deserved it anyway. I could already tell she was on the b*tchy side

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"What! Why would you ever turn me down? You're going with Maka, huh! Well I'm so much better than her! I'm prettier and more popular. Why would you, a Death Scythe, ever settle for someone like her? Well your troublesome little Meister is already being dealt with. Pretty soon you'll be forced to switch partners, and it is obvious who you'll pick when that happens...me!"

Then she ran off while laughing creepily about something. That was really really weird. That girl's face had to be next to the word crazy in the dictionary. I continued walking towards the courtyard, where my friends and I always ate lunch. A few things that that girl, Cecilia, had said struck me the wrong way. At first I didn't really analyze what she was saying. I just wanted to get away from her as fast as possible, but now that I think about it she had said a few really odd things.

Maka's being dealt with? Settle for someone like her? Switch partners! What was that girl on?

None of that stuff is true. In all reality the roles should be switched. Maka was the one who settled for me. She dealt with my laziness, over protectiveness, and coolness. (it was something you had to learn to put up with) While I dealt with Maka Chops. A small price indeed. So why I'd switch partners? apparently the answer was obvious to everyone but me. The only thing that really bugged me was the 'being dealt with' thing. How would they deal with Maka? She can fend for herself. But would she? Especially if it were to happen at school...What if this had something to do with why she was so hurt earlier? I don't know but I'm definitely going to find out.

I continued down the hall (I had stopped to think) until I was outside, and then walked to a giant tree where my friends and I always sat. I was greeted by Black Star before I even reached the tree. He yelled loudly before waving. I smiled half-heartedly. Maka wasn't there. I walked up to Black Star and returned his hi-five.

"Hey Soul, where's Maka?" Kid asked. I tried to act calm about it as I responded.

"I don't I thought she was with you guys." He looked around worriedly before standing.

"Well I'm going to go take a look around then." Kid said hurriedly, before walking off.

"What's up with him?" He never minded when Maka was gone any other time. That was usually my department. Everyone shrugged and went back to their conversations. I could tell that everyone was worried about Maka but was trying to play it off as nothing. Just like me.

When the lunch rang I gave a sigh of relief. I couldn't focus at all the whole class. Which wasn't exactly new for me, but still. I was about to start walking towards the door when I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder.

"Tell Maka to come to my house if she needs anything." I looked at Tsubaki. How had Black Star ended up with someone like her? Either way it was nice to know that Maka had a friend as kind as her to go to for anything I couldn't help with.

"Sure." I responded before walking out the door. The drive to our apartment was short and soon I found myself in front of our door. Number 603. I took out it's matching key and unlocked the door. Usually Maka was home by now doing homework or reading a book, but as I looked around I found no one. I checked the clock on the oven, it was 3:34. School got out at 2:40. I shrugged. It's not like there was anything wrong right? She probably just went to the bookstore or something. As long as she was home for dinner. It was her night to cook. I hoped that I wouldn't die from anxiety before I had a chance to die from hunger.

It was officially 6 o'clock. Okay I give up! I was trying to be cool and just wait for her to come home, but she never stays out this late. Ever. I snatched my small red phone out from the inside of my navy pants pocket and clicked on the first number in my contacts list. (which had a grand total of a whopping 4 numbers!) The most important one being Maka's. The dial tone rang, and rang and rang. When the annoying lady asked if I wanted to leave a message I snapped the phone shut. My pride couldn't take that. I'd seem like a naggy mother wondering where her child was. Instead I sent her a text:

Where are you?

I waited about a minute for a response. When nothing came I decided to find something to do while I waited. I stuck my phone back in my pocket before I got up from the couch to find some kind of distraction. Homework was definitely out of the question, TV wouldn't engross me enough, and there was no way I'd be able to sleep. I continued to wander through the house until I came to my room. I walked in and opened my closet. Inside I kept a keyboard that Maka had bought me ages ago since there wasn't room for a piano. I remember the day she had gotten it for me. I was so angry at her for bringing that bit of my past that I hated so much back to haunt me. eventually I got over it, but I refuse to play it when people are around. I only touch the thing when I really need to think or, in this case, in desperate need of a distraction.

I took it into the front room and hooked it up near the window. That way I could see Maka coming when she finally decided to show up. It was almost Summer time so the sun was just setting, giving off a reddish orange light. I'd always liked twilight, but i just couldn't bring myself to care today. I sat there thinking. Letting all of my emotions channel into the music I was going to play. My second finger pushed down on G. I had always thought that she was most like that note. Going well with everyone but standing out in its own special way. That one note merged into two. Then three and soon a song was flowing beneath my fingertips. I was so out of it that I almost didn't notice the vibrating going off in my pocket. The melody abruptly stopped as I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I flipped it open hurriedly, impatient to see what she had said.

dont worry. B home soon


At first I was happy. Relieved even. Then I was mad. After everything that's happened today that's all I get! After calling and texting like a clingy boyfriend! Instead of putting the red device away I clicked respond and quickly texted back.

Where the hell r u Maka!

As I clicked 'Send' I heard keys being jingled outside the door. I froze, that was definitely Maka's wavelength. The door slowly opened, and a very tired looking Maka stepped in. She began to shuffle towards her room before I snapped out of my trance. "Maka..." I whispered. She turned towards me as if she was calculating her movements.

"Hi, Soul. Sorry I'm late; I just had...stuff to do." I waited a moment before asking the obvious.

"Where have you been?"

"Out?" I was sooo done with all these games. "I'm pretty tired, so I'm just going to go to-" I got up and approached her. As I took a step forward she mirrored mine backward. Pretty soon her back was against the wall. (literally and figuratively) I put my arms to both sides of her to make sure she wouldn't try to run.

"Where were you Maka? Where were you all day? Why are you hurt? If you need me to beat someone up for you I will. Why aren't you telling me anything!" I was growing increasingly frustrated, and her silence wasn't helping. In a crappy attempt to calm myself down I lowered my forehead until it touched hers. My eyes closed and my breathing slowed. "What's wrong Maka?" She looked up and our eyes connected. It seemed like she wanted to tell me, but something was holding her back.

"I can't Soul. I can handle this myself." Then she opened her door and disappeared into the depths of her room. I sighed. Guess I was making dinner tonight.

A/N- Okay! Chapter three. I'm on a roll. Rachel's gonna bite my head off for working on this instead of Misadventures but this one gets more reviews sooo… Anyway speaking of reviews I want to thank my lovely reviewers for actually taking the time to review!

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The next chapter is on Maka, kind of explaining this one from Maka's Pov. Oh remember my concert! It poured. Literally. My hair got all messed up, but other than that it was super awesome. ***Edited! I added more detail and I fixed a few typos here and there. Tell me how it sounds?***