Queen of W&D here, hope you like this chapter! This is probably one of my favorites, so I hope you like it! I do not own Soul Eater or any of its characters. Enjoy!


Chapter 7

Soul's POV

He was supposed to be leaving today. Lord Death had already contacted him, informing him of his next mission. He'd be gone for a year. A whole year away from Maka. There was no way he was going to spend twice the amount of time than before in Hell away from Maka. He wanted to tell Death right then and there that he intended to stay right there in Death City with Maka, and he would gladly be rid of the title of Death Scythe, but Maka dragged him away, sensing his intentions before he was able to say them.

"You will absolutely not give up your Death Scythe status."

"But Maka, I hate being away, and I hate leaving you here having to deal with Christopher."

"Our partnership is fine."

He crossed his arms. "Black Star told me you were miserable."

"Not because of Christopher. And it doesn't matter, so drop it. Let's just enjoy the day we have and not worry about it, okay?"

She gave him that Maka smile, and he couldn't help but give in. She had him wrapped around her finger, and he knew it too.

"Fine." He fingered the necklace around his neck, and smiled.

He'd just argue with her later...


Maka's POV

They were chilling and watching a movie when the doorbell rang. Who could it be? Soul stood up, and opened it. Maka barely caught a blade of white hair in the doorway, before Soul slammed it shut and moved off to his room, closing the door. She hurried to re-open it, and found a tall white-haired boy with the same lazy crimson eyes as Soul. He was wearing a dress shirt and pants, much different than Soul's laid back style. It must be his brother.

"Wes Evans." He held a hand out and she held hers out as well. He didn't shake it however, but held it up to his lips in a gentle kiss. She blushed wide-eyed and pulled her hand back to cradle against her chest, motioning for him to come in.

She held up her necklace and found it a swirling deep red. She sighed, and knocked on Soul's door as Wes explored the living room. No response. She opened the door and slipped in, finding him on his bed with his ear phones in, an irritated expression on his face. He looked up at her and his gaze softened a little, but remained angry. She pulled an earbud out.

"You knew you weren't gonna be able to hide from your family forever."

"I can try."

"Too late for that, he's sitting in our living room. You might as well go and say hi."

He glared at her. "You let him in?"

"Well I wasn't going to leave him standing in the hallway after you rudely slammed the door in his face."

"You should've."

She grabbed his hand to drag him out, but he pulled her to sit next to him on the bed.

"I thought it was just gonna be you and me today, Maka."

"We'll only let him stay a couple hours, and then I'll make him leave. Deal?"

He sighed, but nodded and followed her out of the room.

"Soul!" Wes looked delighted to see him. "I see you're as lively as ever! And who might this lovely lady be?" He turned to Maka.

He grabbed her hand, intending to kiss it again, when Soul stopped him.

"Don't touch my meister."

Ex, she thought.

"Oh, protective! Interesting... can't say I've ever seen you like that with one of your female friends back in the day, huh?" He nudged Soul's shoulder with his elbow.

What? Female friends? What did he mean by that?

"Female friends?" she hissed with jealousy, glaring at Soul

"There was no such thing!" Soul growled, glaring intensely at Wes while his arm had turned to a scythe.

"Woah there, I was just kidding. No need to pull out the blades or anything."

Soul grit his teeth together, before retracting his blade. He was centimeters away from decapitating his stupid perfectionist of a brother.

"Judging by the way you both reacted, are you by any chance a couple?"

She blushed vividly, and Soul turned away with a blush as well, eyes averting from hers.

"Uh no, we're just friends. Best friends." He said almost bitterly.

"Oh, good." Wes leaned over to Soul's ear, and whispered something she didn't catch.

He went rigid, and she swore Soul was practically snarling when he whispered something back.

"I'm going to get us some drinks. I'll leave you both to catch up."

Soul gave her a pleading look to stay, but she grinned mischievously in response and left to the kitchen.


Soul's POV

Wes leaned over, and whispered into his ear, "Then you won't mind if I give her a try."

He turned immediately, whispering in a snarl, "Touch her and you're dead. Violin's got nothing on a scythe."

Wes merely smiled, and watched as Maka excused herself to make them lunch.

"Bastard." Soul spat in Wes' face.

"Now, now that's no way to talk to your older brother."

"Your seventeen and I'm fifteen. There's hardly a difference."

"And what of Maka?"

"Fifteen and none of your concern."

"Good, then she's not much younger than me."

"Don't you lay a hand on her." He growled dangerously.

"Better snatch her up before I do, Eater," he taunted, saying his stage name.

They stopped as Maka came into the room bearing glass mugs of eggnog. She sat down next to Wes with her own mug, and Soul inwardly burst with anger. He glared at Wes, as said brother grinned and moved his hand to lay across the back of the couch behind her. Soul was practically emanating jealousy and hatred for his brother at the moment. What a great reunion. He spotted the necklace around her neck, and saw a deep red color swirling in it. He better calm down before she looks at it and finds out he's jealous. No need for her to find out he loves her that way.

He mumbled to them about going to the restroom, setting his mug on the counter. He needed to get away from the way too cheery conversation happening between his brother and his girl. Yes, his girl. Wes was attempting to steal Maka away from him, and it ticked him off so much. They were being so nice and upbeat in their chat that it was wrenching his stomach in a sickly way, like he was going to puke from seeing the love of his life chattering away with his brother that she'd just met ten minutes ago. He looked down at the necklace, but only saw a calming blue. Good, there were no signs in her liking Wes. Yet. He was trying to be optimistic, but Wes was always able to charm the pants off woman without trying at all. Hopefully Maka wouldn't be that easy.

He stood in the kitchen with his mug, watching them talk, unknowing of his presence. He clutched the cup so tight when Maka leaned a little too close for comfort in a body-shaking laugh. He'd never made her laugh like that, and it only made him more jealous. His attempts at calming himself were not working in the slightest. She reached a hand out, and touched his shoulder while he was talking, resulting in a smile from Wes. Soul felt like he was practically breaking the glass in his hand with his tight grip at her touching Wes. No, wait, he actually was. Curses spilled from his mouth, as shards of glass fell to the ground and eggnog trickled over onto fingers, coating them in stickiness. He threw the mess in the trash and wiped his hands clean before moving to his bedroom to change his shirt that had been dirtied.

When he came out, he couldn't believe what he saw. Wes and Maka were standing opposite each other in the bathroom doorway, Wes dangling mistletoe above them with his hand. She smiled up at him, and moved in for the kiss. He couldn't believe Maka would be that easy, so he kept the door cracked and kept watching. She moved her lips towards his, but at the last second, to Soul's surprise, maneuvered to his cheek and gave him a peck. She moved closer to his ear, and whispered something that Soul couldn't hear. He closed the door and slid down against it, sighing loudly in relief. Thank god, she didn't fall for him. He looked at the necklace, and found it green. She was happy, then he was happy.


Maka's POV

"Sorry, but I'm saving that for a different white-haired guy."

Wes smiled down at her.

"Good. I just wanted to see exactly how loyal you are to him. Glad to see he's got someone like you."

"I'll take good care of him. Always."

She smiled, and Wes decided to take his leave.

"You and him don't ever work out, then call me."

She snorted. "Yeah right."

And with that, he left. Soul came out of his bedroom sporting a new shirt.

"Wes finally leave?"

She nodded.

"Thank god."

He dragged her to the couch and plopped her down next to him, turning on a movie. She scooted closer to him, and layed her head on his shoulder. She sighed in contentment, and he smiled, eyes on the screen.


They still didn't notice the deep purple on their necklaces, which had gotten darker since the day before...


Maka's POV

It was time for him to leave. His suitcase was packed, and standing by the door. It reminded her of the day when he first left. That was a horrible day. Worse days were to come though while he was gone for almost a year. His new assignment would take longer, and she would uptake her cloud of gloom once again. She didn't know if she'd be able to keep doing this, only seeing him a few days once a year. She couldn't and wouldn't let him give up his title. Never. They'd worked hard. He'd worked hard. And there was no way she was going to ask him to give it up for her.


They were slowly coming to the time when he had to leave. An hour or so maybe. She was trying not to think about it, but she couldn't not. She couldn't let him give it up. Nope. She would make him stick through with it, even if it made her a miserable husk of lonely bitterness.


He was leaving now. His cab was stationed out front, waiting for him. He was hugging her tightly, not wanting to let go it seemed, and neither did she. She eventually pushed him away, turning so he wouldn't see the tears in her eyes.

"You know I'll stay if you just ask Maka." Soul pleaded.

"I'll miss you. The whole time." She said in farewell, moving to her bedroom so she didn't have to painfully watch him leave.


She'd been tempted to watch him through the window for one last good look at him, but she refrained. It wouldn't help. Clouds covered the sky and it was starting to drizzle, increasing by the second. She looked at her reflection in the window, already expressing sadness and longing in her eyes and face. Should she really be letting him go, or should she be selfish and ask him to stay?


It had been maybe fifteen minutes since he left. Alexander wasn't home yet, but she knew he wouldn't be happy to see her in pain again, so perhaps that was a good thing. She was being indecisive at the moment, so she dialed Liz. She kept thinking as the buzzing rang in the air. It went to voicemail and she sighed. She stared out the window for awhile, as the time turned to thirty minutes. There was no way she would survive the next year counting the minuted he'd be back, just to go again after only two days of seeing her. She was being an idiot, and wished she could Maka-chop herself. She didn't need to call Liz, she needed to get to Soul. To tell him to stay, and to never leave her again. Who cared about the Death Scythe status? As long as they were happy together, what did it matter? She smiled for the first time in that day, and jumped out of her bed, running out of the complex. It was raining hard, and she hoped he wasn't already gone. Her clothes and hair became immediately soaked, but she didn't care as she hailed for a taxi. She jumped in the back seat of one that stopped for her, and she told him to step on it.

When she got there, she got out, and looked to see if he was already inside or not. She spotted him with an umbrella next to his taxi getting his luggage out, his white hair easy to spot. Rain poured all over her rapidly, and her clothes were sticking to her wet skin, but she smiled, even though she was shivering from how cold it was.

"Soul!" She yelled across the road, and he turned his head.

His eyes turned wide at the sight of her drenched in the pouring rain. She ran across, leaping into his arms and pulling him in for a blood-boiling kiss. He reciprocated almost immediately, dropping the umbrella and gripping her waist instead. Rain soiled his once relatively dry clothes, and matted his hair down against his neck as he roved his mouth over hers, desperate for more contact. She pressed his back against the taxi window, one hand holding his cheek and the other running over his chest. Searing heat engulfed their bodies, despite being in ice cold rain, as they deepened the kiss by slipping their tongues into each other's mouth's, the sensational heat intensifying. They hadn't come up for breath for a second, opting to use their noses. They had been waiting far too long for this, and they intended to take as long as they like no matter what the weather. They had fantasized about a second kiss every since the first one, and this one was more amazing than they could have ever imagined. They finally stopped when the taxi cleared his throat after about fifteen minutes of tongues down each others throats, and they laughed. He put his luggage and the umbrella back in the car, and dragged her into the car with him. She giggled as Soul ordered the driver to turn back around to the apartment.

"I'm assuming that means you want me to stay?" He asked with a genuine grin.

She soothingly traced circled on his hand, which was laced with hers. "Duh, what do you think."

He chuckled and pulled her in for a sweet, loving kiss.

"I love you." He whispered against her neck.

"I love you too." She whispered back.

She put her head against his chest, but not before noticing a glow of purple from his necklace. She held it and her own up, smiling at the glowing, deep purple color on both of their necklaces. He grinned back at her, leaning his forehead against hers as she connected them. They felt a jolt of electricity and an infinitely undying flame of love that crackled and sparked within their joined souls. Two soul's like no other. Two soul's in union. A soul resonance. Their soul resonance.


They left the taxi, pulling all his luggage along. She'd have to tell Lord Death- actually they would tell Lord Death that he was resigning from Death Scythe status, and that Alexander would have to find a new partner.

She stopped in the doorway of their apartment, Soul facing her in the hallway.

"I call dibs on the shower."

"But Maka..."

His lips ghosted over her neck, making her shiver from something else besides the coldness of the water coating her skin and clothes.

"...we could always just take it together..."

"I'd like that very much." She said hastily, pulling him inside with all his luggage as he laughed heartily. "I'll be keeping you to it."

He dropped the bag's on the floor in the corner without care of the contents, intent on completing her wish right then and there.

"Don't worry, no complaints over here."

"Then let's get started already..." They both grinned as broadly as possible, and she pulled him by the arm to the bathroom, several lewd thoughts already littering her mind(and his) about the activities that would ensue that evening...


This was not supposed to happen, but it did. And she wouldn't change a single second of it if she could.


OMG, so adorable! I love SoMa so much, I wish this story was canon! This was so fun writing, but as I'm sure you can tell by these last few sentences, the story is over. Sadness ensues. I'm not sure if I'll write more SoMa, but there's always Starco, Nalu, and Marichat, which are my three other favorite ships. Hope you had fun reading! Review if you like!

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