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Soul had fallen asleep on the couch after Maka had left, exhausted from staying up the night before. But his slumber was light, and as he bolted up as he heard keys fumbled in the lock and the door click open. "Maka?"

"Hello Soul" Maka replied softly as she shut the door behind him, crossing the room and sitting down next to him. She didn't know what else to say.

"How was lunch?" Soul ventured as Maka sat silently beside him, staring at the floor. "Maka?"

"It was…" she shook her head, going silent again.

"She told you" Soul sighed out after a few moments of silence. It wasn't a question.

Maka nodded, turning to face him, holding back tears again. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Soul swallowed down the lump in his throat, as a few of the tears broke free and streamed down his meisters pretty face. "Because…because I didn't want you to leave me."

Maka choked back a sob. "But you always knew. You always knew you'd have to leave anyways."

"I know" Soul sighed. "How much did she tell you?"

Maka calmed herself slightly, "She told me why you came to the DWMA, but that there was something else…I didn't wait for her to tell me."

Soul nodded, running his hand through his hair. It was time to get everything out on the table. "Good, I-I wanted to be the one to tell you." Maka wiped her eyes dry for a moment, waiting as Soul took in a shaky breath. "When…when I used to play, other families always wanted to be around me. They would introduce me to their children, hoping I would become friends with them, trying to get an in with my parents. But as I got older, they didn't want me to be just friends anymore…they wanted to tie their name with mine." His fingers curled into a fist. "They started offering arranged marriages to my family. People I had barely met, trying to invade my life, just for a fucking title. But when I stopped playing, the offers went away, no one wanted to be associated with the 'failed Evans' child. And I was fine with that." He went silent, his fists going to his hair and pulling at the roots. "But one family didn't give up, they owned some oil fields or something. Back when I played, I used to be able to convince my mother to pass up offers, that I could always get another one…but now…she knew this was her last chance to make something of me. When they made an offer, my mother took it."

He cringed as he heard Maka gasp. Guiltily, he looked up at her. "You're engaged?"

He nodded, not bothering to move as he fist slammed painfully on the top of his head. He let her hit him a few more times before catching her wrist. "Look, it's not something I wanted to happen. I did everything I could to stop it!"

Maka struggled against his grip for a moment, before sighing in defeat and letting her wrist fall limply in his hands. "That's why you attacked someone? To get them to break of the arrangement" Soul made a choking noise before shuddering.

"It was my brother." Soul whispered, letting go of her wrist and covering his face with his hands.

"What?" Maka gasped. "Soul, why would you…"

"He told me too" Soul choked out between his fingers. "He wanted…he wanted to help me. He told me it would make everything stop. He read anatomy books all month, learning where to cut and how…and then…and then I cut him Maka, I cut my own brother." His shoulders started to shake as the memories invade his mind. The feeling of skin splitting under his blade. The warm blood across his chest. And Wes, forcing a smile through the pain. "But it wasn't enough, they barely cared. "

"So they sent you to the DWMA to learn to control yourself." Maka finished, already knowing this part of the story. "And at the meister weapon social, you hid so you wouldn't find a partner. So you could hold yourself back…so you wouldn't drag anyone else down with you." Soul nodded, rubbing his eyes roughly. "But…but you still agreed to be my weapon."

Soul let out a soft laugh. "How could I not? You were obviously the coolest person there. You even came and found me."

Maka shook her head," But you didn't have to be my weapon! You could have been free Soul! Why did you let me ruin that?"

A small smile forced it's way to Soul's face as he reached out and took her hand. "Eh, being your weapon for a little bit was way cooler than being alone forever."

Maka stared at Soul for a moment, before letting out a cry and crashing into his chest. Sobbing, she wrapped her arms around his waist. "What do you mean for a little bit? You're not going anywhere."

Soul's own arms wrapped immediately around his meisters shaking frame, his mind going into hyper drive. "But I lied to you Maka. I betrayed your trust. A weapon and meister have to have trust or…."

Maka shook her head against his chest, squeezing him tighter scared he would disappear if she let go. "I don't care. I don't care if your mother set up a stupid engagement. I don't care if you used to be some fancy musician. I don't care that you were Soul Evans. You're my Soul Eater now, and you're staying right here!"

There was moment of silence as Soul's mind fought to process what he was hearing. Maka wasn't screaming at him, she wasn't pushing him away. No, she was buried in his chest, her hands clutching almost painfully into his back. She wanted him. She wanted him, even after he had kept everything form her. He felt the weight that had been pulling his heart down suddenly life. And with the newfound lightness, he realized there was only one thing he could do. He laughed. And then he laughed harder, wrapping his arms tighter around his thin meister. Frowning, Maka pulled away slightly. "What?"

"I'm 'Your Soul Eater' now?" he teased, causing her to blush.

"Shut up" she struggled to pull away from her laughing weapon, but he only held on tighter, laugher harder and harder until he broke down into sobs. Stopping her struggling, Maka melted back into the embrace. "Yes, you're mine, and you better not forget it."

"I won't!" he whispered, shoulders shaking in relief. Maka really didn't want him to leave. She didn't hate him. He didn't have to go back. He could stay here, with her. But… "Maka?"

"Yes?" She asked, tilting her head up to look at him.

"Do…do you still trust me?" he mumbled out, horrified of her answer, already sure he knew.

"Yes" Maka replied without hesitation, earning a double take from her weapon. "But Soul." She drew herself up to his level to stare him straight in the eye

"Yeah?" he sighed out, feeling relief began to flow into his being again.

"If you're hiding anything else from me, I'm going to kill you…slowly."

Soul let out a chuckle, "Well there is one more thing."

Maka tilted her head to the side, frowning. "What?"

Soul leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. "You're the coolest meister ever. Hands down. And I'm really lucky you found me. I'm sorry I don't tell you often enough"

Maka looked away as she blushed furiously. "Oh…thank you Soul"

Soul nodded, letting out a contented sigh and sinking back into the couch, pulling Maka down with him. "I really am sorry though, about not telling you sooner Maka. I-I don't know what I thought. I just hoped it would all go away. I'm so sorry. "

Maka nodded, still tightly wrapped around her weapon. "Don't worry Soul, I forgive you. I promise. Just…just never do anything this stupid again. Please."

Soul nodded, snuggling into the top of Maka's head. "It's not over though, you know. She's going to come for me."

Maka clutched him tighter. "And I'll be right here. I already told you, you're not going anywhere. You're my weapon."

"And you're my meister" Soul breathed out, closing his eyes, drained. "Always."

"Always" Maka mumbled in agreement, closing her own eyes as the days emotional struggle finally came to a shuddering halt and she found herself completely exhausted. Letting out a small yawn, she pushed her head into the crook of Souls neck and in moments, they pair were fast asleep.

Unfortunately, the peaceful rest only last for a little over two hours. A booming knock roused the pair from their sleep, and Soul immediately tensed underneath Maka, drawing her tighter against his chest. Soothingly, she rubbed his back. After a few moments, he relaxed slightly, his tension slipping away under her touch. "Don't worry, I'm not letting her take you anywhere."

Soul nodded, allowed Maka to slip from his grasp and stand up. Slowly he followed her lead and rose to his full height, eye's fixated on the door. Taking his hand, she gave him an encouraging smile. "Ready?"

He squeezed her hand tightly. "As long as you're still sure you want me to stay."

Maka returned the squeeze. "I already told you." She turned and faced the door with him.

"Always."

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