AN: So this is a pretty old fic that is started years ago but never finished so I am going to try and finish it some day. I still feel like this should have an end. I am sorry for early chapters, I wasn't really big on spelling, grammar, or reading over my work. I am still not really a big fan of it but i am better and don't suck as much.

Ch 4.

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By: A Sad Wish

Soul and Maka hurled down the streets of death city. Maka clutched onto soul's back for dear life. Why did I let him drag me away from my homework like this, she thought as Soul took a sharp turn, nearly crashing into a parked car as he did it. If felt like Soul was putting on a show for her, yet the way he acted as he drove told her that this was how he drove regularly. He leaned back and calmly weaved in and out of traffic.

"Do you have to drive like such a maniac?" Maka scolded Soul. he slowed down just a tad to settle her down a bit, even though he loved the feeling of her pressed up against his back and clutching onto him, he didn't think a distressed Maka would be good for his concentration.

"If I drive like this we will get there faster" Soul chuckled, " besides, it is more fun to drive like this."

"It is more fun to be alive" Maka protested, and with that Soul came to a stop next to an apartment building.

" here let me help you off" Soul helped lift her off the still hot motorcycle. Maka's cheeks were still pink from the wind and her Pig takes were a mess, but her mother's jacket kept her warm In the cool January wind.

Maka took a bit to steady herself after getting off. She looked around and noticed that they were at the outer edges of the city. It only took them 10 minutes to get here, when it should have been more of a 20 minute drive ( without the traffic of school and work computers). The building were smaller and not as tall as the building closer into the city, It looked a bit like her own neighborhood with houses and apartment building and completes intertwined and mixed together. Old family inherited houses stood proudly among more modern apartments. Death city really did try and Preserve the old and innovate the new. So no house was replaced unless it had nonredeemable attributes, like the structure was completely shot. Maka's family owned a small old Victorian house that her mama had inherited from her grandparents.

Soul stood at the door to the apartments waiting for maka to follow him. She stumbled forward, still trying to regain her balance after the near death experience with the motorcycle. Soul unlocked the door and the two made their way up to Soul's apartment.

The first thing Maka noticed about his apartment was that it was a complete mess. Dishes filled the sink, clothes were littered everywhere, and food was left out. The second thing she noticed was a surprising lack of furniture. The "dining room" just had a few boxes and a Table still in it's packaging, there were just two chairs at the island counter, and the living room contained a old couch and a Tv standing on a chair. It looked like he was just moving into the apartment, but the dishes and clothes told her otherwise.

"Sorry for the mess" soul apologized, He turned red in the face and has a new sudden interest in his finger nails. Soul wasn't planning of anyone coming over anytime soon, and he forgot about how messy his place was when he shoved her on his motorcycle. " my..um.. office is cleaner" Soul pulled Maka down the short hall and into an almost empty room. It wasn't exactly an office. A piano stood prominently in the room, there were a few shelves with some books, and instruments on them. Against the wall was a desk, it was full of music sheets, all were 'in progress'' pieces, They were named things like 'Soul's soul 1-3' and 'maybe this one will be better'. The sheet that was on top and looked the newest was named 'Fuck it'

"These are interesting names" Maka pointed out.

Soul shrugged "none of them are any good, so why should the names be." Soul took all the papers and moved them aside. He thought about putting them in the trash but decided that it would probably just be better to throw them in a drawer. He then pulled over the piano bench and took a seat, gesturing for Maka to take the desk chair.

Maka sat down and looked at the piano. She knew he played the piano, almost everyone did. He use to play for the school and in competitions. Their old schools liked to broadcast his talents, you know how most school will get few really talented kids and then the whole school suddenly seems to be about them with flyers, like 'come see Jimmy's new art gallery this weekend!' or 'don't miss Liza's big break on law and order tonight at 5!', littered around the campus like the school owns the student who worked hard on those accomplishments. Soul was one of those students that schools love to claim as theirs. But a few years ago soul suddenly stopped playing in competitions, and for school events. No one at school knew why he stopped, but no one also payed much attention when it did. It was a Slight surprise to Maka seeing that Soul was writing music, and still playing, but she was happy to see that he didn't stop altogether.

"I bet they aren't that bad, why don't you play one and let me be the judge of it's quality." she turned to him with a hopeful expression. She loved hearing Soul play. She went to a few of his concerts with Blackstar when he still played. Star would get up and cheer at the end of each concert. One time he even climbed on stage and gave him a high five at the end of his last show. But after each show Soul was whisked away by parents and teachers and that would be the last you saw of him till the next morning, That is way Blackstar dragged Maka out to the shows, so he wouldn't have to be alone during and after.

"Maybe later" Soul grunted. He clearly wasn't happy about the idea, or even the suggestion of it. In a hurry to fix his attitude and not seem rude in front of Maka, he stuttered out "I don't play it in front of people anymore"

Maka felt her smile fade, but decided not to push the topic. She was finally getting a chance to make another friend and she really didn't want to ruin a good thing before it began because she was a bit too pushy.

Soul noticed the look of disappointment on Maka's face, and he felt a brick drop in his stomach. She deserved more in life than what she was given. He didn't know her well yet, but He always admired her. And fuck it, she was pretty cute as well, even when she was a dorky preteen, she was cute and nice. Soul remembered the image of her sitting calmly next to blackstar at one of his major competitions. She always went with Blackstar to listen to him play, and Soul loved that she heard him play. So why couldn't he play for her now. Soul decided the think about that at a later date, first things first, he wanted to help Maka become a Meister.

"So should we get started?" Soul asked.

"On what" Maka looked at him in bewilderment.

"I am going to teach you about Meisters, Weapons, and how to get a soul" Soul smiled at Maka, showing all of his blindingly white shark teeth. Maka brightened and nodded quickly.

Three hours later Maka looked at the clock to see what time it was. It was 3 past seven. Within two hour Maka exhausted Soul as a resource and moved on to his limited class notes and his text books. Soul was now asleep on his bench snoring loudly. She wondered if she should wake him up or walk Home her self. She didn't mind the walk but the Streets in Death city could get dangerous when it got dark. Lucky for Maka, Soul woke up when she closed the books and got up to stretch.

"How is the studying coming" He mumbled

"I just finished for the day" Maka replied "I think it is time for me to get home and make dinner though, and I still need to finish other Homework." Maka started to gather her stuff when soul suddenly jumped up.

" What about Lord Death's party?" Soul hated himself for suggesting it immediately. Soul hated those parties, and the party already started anyways. He just wanted an excuse to spend more time with her. She never treated him differently because of his looks of his or money, or talent or anything, she treated him based off of how he acted and he loved it. They always ran in the same circles, Blackstar, Tsubaki, and Liz, were his friends as well, but he guessed she drifted more to Tsubaki, and Liz. Her and Blackstar started to drift away and He never saw her and Kid hang out, not even once. Maybe she was just shy.

" Okay, It is closer to my House anyways"

Soul disappeared into his room and came out 10 minutes later in black pants and a red button down. It even looked like he tried to calm his messy white locks of hair. "Ready to go" he glanced at Maka with her bag of school work packed up and holding in her hands soul's edition of "souls and resonance" by Dr Stein. She basically stole to textbook from Soul after he let her study from it.

"Yep" Maka smiled, and made her way down the stairs to Soul's monster of a Motorcycle.

Before long Maka was back to clinging onto Souls back. Soul smiles like a buffoon feeling maka clutch at his waist and leaning her head on his back. He was glad she couldn't see him losing his cool for her like this. But knowing her she would probably misconstrued his happiness for madness. He pushed the speed a bit to feel her tighten her hold onto him.

"Soul you are going to fast again, the speed limit is 30 miles per hour, not 50 miles per hour." soul slowed down back to 39 miles an hour for her comfort.

"You'r really no fun, you need to lighten up a bit Tiny tits." soul smirked but immediately regretted it, she hit him in the head, and he swerved, barely hitting another car. He had to remember not to irritate her when he was driving.

Soul slowed down and parked his Motorcycle in front of Maka's old house. Maka swung off the motorcycle like a pro this time, rushing inside leaving the front door open for soul to follow. Soul lazily walked in to wait for Maka to change into nicer clothes for the party. Soul noticed missing things in her House, Like Pictures, keys, and missing clothes and food. It was clear that her parents were not staying there anymore. Soul brought out the note maka left for him and took the time to write up a response.