*Breathes in* Okay, here we go! There's feels in this chapter! I do not own Soul Eater or any of its characters. Enjoy!


Chapter 4

Maka's POV

"What do you want for lunch?" Soul asked, as they watched TV.

She sat on one end of the couch, while he sat on the other. She couldn't stand to look at him without feeling another piece of her heart shatter, so she'd avoided looking at him all day. And yesterday. And the day before. Yes, it was already his last day, and he was leaving that evening for a long flight. She still liked him, much to her utter dismay. I mean, come on, why did her soul and heart have to still have to like him so much when he'd hurt her without knowing it? Had he disliked her this whole damn time? His smile, his eyes, his face, everything about him would destroy her if she gave him a single glance. She would most likely suddenly start bawling like a child over a broken lollipop, and he would roll his eyes at her and call her "dramatic". So there she was, sitting as far away as she could from him on the couch staring at everything but him, withholding a burning anger inside her that threatened to burst at the memory of such harsh words coming out of his mouth.

Soul's POV

"Anything at all. We can even eat salad if you want, even though I'd rather eat a burger." He continued.

Oh he knew. Maka wasn't one to let things go easily, and when she got mad, some of it got loose, no matter how hard she tried to get over it. She would suddenly snap harshly at the person she was angry at(usually Soul), or sulk in her room all day without ever coming out, not even for dinner. So naturally, she'd displayed some sort of rage over something he'd done. Which was yesterday when he'd dropped a cup. A plastic one, might he add. He had no clue what he'd done, and nothing he'd said or done had had any effect at all. She had answered every question or attempt at conversation with sentences at a maximum of five words and hadn't looked at any part of him for the past three days. Not even his hand, let alone his face. Whatever he'd done, it was definitely bad.

He liked her. Like liked her(saying it like that was so uncool). He'd figured that out not long ago, but he didn't know what to do. She was pissed at him, and there was nothing he was doing that was making it better.

"I'm good." She answered quietly, gaze still stuck on the screen.

He sighed internally. How was he supposed to fix this? He glanced at the clock. 4:00 already? Guess he'd been suggesting late lunch. He got up off the couch, and grabbed all his belongings from his bedroom. It looked all boring, shelves and closet emptied from personal belongings. Guess her new weapon would stay in here now. A pang of jealousy shot through him at the thought of another weapon, let alone a guy staying with her. Seeing as he couldn't bring everything with him, him and Maka had packed all his things in boxes and placed in his now empty closet. He dragged his large, heavy suitcase out to the kitchen, eyeing Maka out of the corner of his eye, who sat in the same position with the same expression.

"Maka."

"Yes?" she asked, eyes still glued to the screen.

"I have to leave now."

She turned off the screen quickly, and stood, turning towards. She approached and stood before him, eyes now adhered to her feet. She made no movement, so he pulled her in for a tight hug. She shakily returned the gesture, wrapping her arms around his torso.

"I'm going to miss you so much." He said into her ear.

She pushed away from him, and turned her back.

"Don't lie to me."

"What?" Soul asked in confusion.

What in the world was she talking about?

She turned back around, eyes finally meeting his. He spotted tears beginning to form at the corner of her eyes.

"I know you don't care for me at all." She spat. "Stop pretending."

"Since when have I not cared about you? I'm not pretending. I'm really am going to miss you."

"I heard you say it!" She raised her voice substantially. "I annoy you all the time, I don't have the assets other girls have-"

"Stop acting like some jealous girlfriend!" He snapped, anger rising. "You're right! You don't have what other girls have! Why did I choose such a brat of a meister, when there are better girls lining up practically begging to be my partner!"

"Maybe it's better that you are leaving! I'm so sick and tired of you constantly insulting me! You'll probably be better off with your new meister!" She screamed back.

"You don't believe anything I say half the time these days! There's almost no point in arguing my point to you over anything! You keep grouping me in with all those worthless men that play with woman's hearts, when I clearly am nothing like that and haven't been since day one!"

"Maybe this time, my weapon will actually appreciate me as a person, and not as some constant annoyance! And you are just like those womanizers!"

"There you go again! You call how I feel about you lies and deceit, when you don't even know!"

"Please Soul, do tell! How do you feel about me?!"

He stopped abruptly, unsure of how to phrase it or even if he even should. This was not how he'd imagined it would happen when he would tell her. Maka, unfortunately, was very impatient at the moment.

"Exactly! You have nothing to say, because there is nothing to say! That 'care' you say you feel for me is a lie! I wish this was all a dream, but it's reality! I was living in a lie that you might actually care about me, but it was all simply a ploy to become a Death Scythe!" She yelled bitterly.

"How dare you!" He screamed back. "I'm not going to listen to you call me a liar to my face! This partnership has always been fifty-fifty effort, and I never used you as a way to get off!"

"How dare me? How dare you! You've been playing me this entire time! At least you're leaving now! I won't be around, like I always am, and you'll be better off! Who knows! Maybe my new weapon and I will become an even greater pair than we were or ever would've been!"

"Glad to finally get out your hair!" He snarled.

"Thank god I got the hint!" She shot back.

"Well this has been great," he said sarcastically, "but thank god it's over now."

He dragged his suitcase to the front, and swung the door open, which slammed into the wall nearby.

"Goodbye and good riddance!" She countered, venom dripping from her final departure.

He strolled out the door, rolling his suitcase behind him before slamming the door closed.


He sat down in his seat on the plane. He'd taken a taxi to the airport, and left his bike to Black Star. Hopefully he wouldn't crash it the second he started driving it.

At this point, he would probably never see Maka again. Some of the things they'd said they'd thought at some point or another, it just all came out at once. He tried to think of where everything had gone wrong. She wasn't acting angry before he'd gotten his assignment, so it must've been sometime after. She'd said he didn't care about her. He didn't remember saying any such thing.

After Lord Death's Meeting

"I'll go play with Black Star. I saw him shooting hoops on the court when I came."

He went off to the court, and found Black Star playing just like earlier. It was cloudy outside, so he wasn't sweating as much.

"Hey, let me shoot some." He shouted to Black Star.

"You and Maka okay?" He asked, passing the ball to him.

He dribbled, and shot a basket.

"Yeah. But I, uh, I'm leaving. For a while actually."

Black Star stopped the ball, and gave him a quizzical look.

"Where you and Maka going?"

"We're not. It's just me. I'm going on an assignment to Italy."

"How'd Maka take it?"

"She didn't really have much of a reaction. She's getting a new weapon." He said with a bit of bitterness.

"Ha, you're jealous already." Back Star laughed.

"Oh, Sooooooouuul!" A girls voice suddenly yelled.

A girl with straight brown hair came running towards them wearing a very short yellow dress.

"Are you coming to my birthday party?! I have an invitation for you!"

"Oh no... Go, go, go, go, go!" He shoved Black Star towards the door.

"Where are you going?! Soul?! Sweetie?!"

They hid behind a book case.

"Who was that?" Black Star asked.

He visibly shuddered. "Stacy. The president of my fan club."

"You have a fan club?! How come the mighty Black Star, their god, doesn't have one?!"

"Because you're an idiot, now be quiet, we're in a library."

"Maybe you should go to her party."

"What? No way! That chic is crazy. Besides, I'm leaving in three days."

"She ain't gonna leave you alone unless you tell her to."

"Believe me, I've tried. She starts screaming every time I try, and then denies ever hearing any sort of rejection from me."

He saw Stacy enter the library, and start to look around for him.

"I'm telling you Black Star, I don't like her. She's always around, and it annoys the hell out of me. I mean, she should've taken a hint by now that I'm not interested."

"Shouldn't you give her a chance? She's not that bad."

"Black Star, whenever I even look at another girl, she starts to glare at them like she's going to murder them in their sleep. Seriously, she's the easiest person in the world to make jealous. Not to mention she's not the largest in certain assets. Also she's really violent and she's just plain bat shit crazy."

"Maybe I can convince her to be the honorary first member of the Black Star fan club. She should be worshipping her god anyway."

"Be my guest."

"But dude, you hafta admit, Maka isn't the largest either, and she's also pretty violent with you too..."

"That's different..."

Black Star smirked. "Oh really..."

Soul shoved his arm hard, sending him barreling into a rolling ladder. He walked off, Black Star having recovered and following him. Stacy had-thank god-already left thinking he was somewhere else in the building. He'd spotted Maka with a book at one of the tables, but she was gone. Where'd she go? He pulled out his phone, and texted her.

Soul: Hey, I thought we were gonna meet up after you finished.

He got a message almost instantly, but frowned.

Maka: I was feeling a little sick. Sorry.


And after that, he went home, and she was angry and distant when he got there. Seriously, what did he do that made her say all those things? He sighed, and looked out the window as they lifted off.


He slammed the door, and she moved to her room. She shut her door softly, and stared at a picture of her and Soul smiling on her dresser. The tears were still there, and they began to fall rapidly down her cheeks. She slid down to the ground against the door, and cried the night away into her hands.


Misunderstandings! Gosh! Well technically, isn't Maka in the wrong? Oh well. Hope they fix it(although I'm the one who's making them do this, so I'm really the instigator here *insert mischievous grin*)

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