Soul Eater Fan fiction-

Summary: Maka was planning on revealing her feeling for Soul to him...In good time. Unlucky for her, Blair happens to stumble across Maka's diary. In it is Maka's secrets and feelings for Soul. This is my first attempt at Fan fiction. Any review is welcome!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER. Congrats to who does, you are a genius.

Chapter Three

Maka, Shy?

Maka was being so different around him. She never looked him in the eye anymore. When they fought, she got angry, and always left in a big storm. If he tapped her shoulder, she flinched. When she thought he wasn't looking, she looked at him from under her bangs. Her eyes would be filled with sadness, confusion, and something else, but it seemed like it made her eyes brighter. He couldn't stand to look at her for to long. It hurt for some reason, seeing her like that. But he didn't have time to worry right now, about Maka, or her discarded toast. They had twenty minutes to get to DWMA.

"Maka! Lets go! Why are you just sitting there?" Soul yelled, baffled. Normally, she would be screaming and in a huge rush.

"Why are you yelling at me?" she whispered, staring at the table, refusing to look up, "Do you hate me?"

"Hate you? Maka, I can't hate you! Wow, are you on your period? Seriously, you have been acting very uncool since your 'fight' with Blair."

"Uncool!" Maka screeched, "Uncool, is that all that matters? What about the soul? Or was that your 'cool talk?'"

"Of course not! Gosh Maka, is that really how you think of me? That I'm some arrogant jerk who only cares about himself? Thanks."

"Soul..." she cried out before shrieking and throwing herself in her room.

"Wow," he whispered to himself, "Whats her problem? Crap, I gotta get to Shibusen!"

He looked down to find Blair's small cat nose pressed up against his calf.

"Meow," she purred, her voice muffled by a book. It was a brown covered volume, not overly thick, but still a hefty book. Soul picked it up, suddenly curious as to what was inside. He flipped open the cover to find purple, red, blue, and black. This was a diary, and the airy, professional handwriting showed it was Maka's diary. He looked at the first few pages. The third page had five words that stood out in general, 'I love Soul Eater Evans.' He was shocked. He knew that he loved her, but never in his slightest mind did he think she felt the same way. Then the shock faded and he realized who had brought the diary to him in the first place. Blair. She could have easily used magic to copy Maka's handwriting to fit whatever she wanted. This was, as far as he was concerned, a huge trick. His disappointment soon turned to angry towards the cat. He looked down, expecting her to be there, but instead she was perched on the window sill, just out of his reach.

"Blair, you get your butt over here!"

"Nya! Bye Soul-kun! Good luck with Maka-chan!"

"I am going to kill that stupid cat one of these days," Soul muttered to himself.

He sat on the couch positioning himself comfortably in the pillows. He might as well read the rest of Maka's thoughts. Maybe this would strengthen their relationship, help them resonate. If it wasn't a joke. Of course it could always result in a few thousand Maka Chops and brain damage. But he was willing to chance it. It wasn't everyday he got a clear shot into Maka's head, no restrictions. He started from the beginning. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the first entry was dedicated solely to him. His flaws and good traits. What annoyed her, what she loved about him. He was so wrapped up in the book he about jumped a foot in the air when Maka called his name.

"Soul?"

"Yeah? What do you need. And look, I'm really sorry if I offended you. I didn't mean to.."

"Soul?" she laughed, "It doesn't matter if I was offended. The point is, I can recover. What are you reading?"

"Umm.."

"Oh, I get it. It's a 'boy book'. I was just surprised that you were actually reading! Wow."

"Well Maka, it's not a 'boy book'. It's sort of..."

"Oh, just give it here!"

She ripped the book out of his hands. She was shocked to find her diary. Blair was true to her promise. Maka knew it wouldn't take her long. Shock was quickly overcome by anger when she realized Soul had, kept reading it. How dare he!

"Soul, do you know what this is?" she screeched.

"It's... your diary," he said, his hands floating to protect his head.

"Yeah it is! How could you read this! This is my mind, and you had no business getting into it!"

"Sorry!"

"Sorry doesn't fix it Soul!" Tears were running down the cheeks, soaking her fresh shirt.

Now he knew how she felt, and she felt no escape. Then the idea hit her like a train. She could just leave. New people, fresh start. It all sounded so good that she threw her jacket on, grabbed her wallet and walked out onto Death Cities streets. She caught a taxi and headed to the airport. She left for the first place she could think of, Italy.