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So sorry for the late update. My internet was down yesterday. Anyways, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

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Chapter Six - Understanding

Soul's POV

I felt so uncool as I entered the apartment. I had thrown up during practice and already knew that Black Star would be bragging about his supposed victory.

I had learned quickly that Maka's childhood friend was really loud and never seemed to shut up. I didn't understand how she could stand him, well, I couldn't even understand how she dealt with me.

"Go lay down. I'll make dinner." Maka ventured into the kitchen once she had taken her boots off and switched to her slippers.

"Do you need help?"

"I'll be fine, Soul. Just go lay down and I'll call when the food's done."

I wanted to argue more, but didn't want to have to deal with Maka's wrath. I went into my room and fell onto my bed, groaning into my pillow. I had been so uncool today. I should have known that Maka would be moving me around a lot.

Maybe I should have had Wes practice more with me at home.

After about twenty minutes, I had a knock on my door. I dragged myself off of the bed and made my way over. Upon opening the door, the scent of food enveloped me and I was met with the sight of Maka in an apron.

"Food's ready. Are you gonna eat out here or in your room?" Maka tilted her head to the side, the pigtail falling off of her shoulder.

"Um, I'll eat out here."

"Great. Come on. I made chili macaroni."

We entered the kitchen and my mouth started watering when I saw the food on the table. I hadn't realized how hungry I was until then.


We were watching a movie in the living room when I finally broke down and apologized.

"I'm sorry for messing up the fight with Black Star. That was so uncool of me," I muttered, not being able to look at Maka.

"It's fine, Soul. Just know, we're going to be practicing a lot more now. You can't be getting sick during missions."

"Okay, but can we please not battle for a bit. I want to get used to the movement before we try that."

I saw Maka scoot closer on the couch from the corner of my eye and then her hand was on my shoulder. I peeked up at her to see a small smile as she gazed down at me.

"Sure, that's fine. We have to work together, Soul. That means looking after each other and making sure to take into consideration each others opinions."

I grinned up at Maka, grateful that she was so understanding. "Thanks."

Maka nodded and then went back to her seat, sitting with her legs crossed against the arm rest. I turned back to the movie, glad that my partner was so understanding.


"Ready?" Maka held out her hand.

"Yeah." I took it in mine.

"You don't have to if you're not comfortable doing it, Soul."

"I'm ready, Maka. I need the practice anyways."

Maka grinned and I transformed. Once I opened my eyes, I was floating in the darkness, yet could see everything around me.

"I'm gonna start moving you," Maka warned.

"Okay."

After only twenty minutes of Maka moving me around, I was at the trashcan again, emptying my stomach. I could feel Maka behind me again, rubbing my back, which was somewhat soothing.

"Why don't we just run around the track for the rest of today? You may not be the one running most of the time, but it may help."

I stood and looked at her, shrugging as I held my stomach.

"Or we could go home and maybe try again tomorrow?"

I nodded and we were soon heading for my back.

"I'm sorry," I said once we were outside of the school.

"It's fine, Soul."

"I'm being so uncool though."

Maka grabbed my shoulder and pulled me to a stop. I turned to look at her and she was frowning. Great, I'd just upset my partner.

"Being cool doesn't matter, Soul. I mean, as you and most call me, I'm a bookworm. Not everyone thinks that that's cool, but I don't care. I like reading, so what? You're a really cool person, Soul. You're not perfect, but you're still cool, to me at least. Sure, you're a tad annoying, but everyone is. So, just because you're not used to moving in your weapon, doesn't mean that you're not cool."

Maka's eyes were on the verge of tears once she finished, and to be honest, I was too. I wasn't going to cry though. Instead, I pulled Maka closer to me and hugged her. Maka was hesitant, but soon she was hugging me too.

"You're so weird," I teased.

Maka giggled and pushed me away. "Stop teasing. I'm trying to comfort you, you idiot."

I smirked and we continued on to my bike.

"You know, you're a lot better than most new weapons." Maka wrapped her hands around me as we pulled away from the school.

"How so?" I had to yell a bit.

"Most can't even fully transform when they get to the school. In fact, most can barely transform at all. They find out about their weapon blood by pure luck. You're a bit farther ahead then most, so be proud," Maka was talking into my ear and the feel of her breath on my neck sent chills down my back.


The next few days went about the same. We went to school, Maka hit Black Star and I with her book at least once, and we practiced. I still threw up, or at least got dizzy, but by the eighth day, I was able to handle the full two hours of training without changing back to my human form.

"Great job, Soul. Maybe we can challenge Black Star to a rematch tomorrow."

"Uh, yeah, maybe." I fell to the ground beside Maka's bookbag, grabbing my water bottle from inside.

"Unless you're not ready?" Maka sat down next to me, crossing her legs in front of her as she leaned back.

"No, we can try."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. It's fine."

"Okay then. So, are you gonna actually cook dinner tonight, or order take out again?"

"Well, if you don't want take out I guess I can cook."

Maka giggled. "I'm fine with take out, Soul. I'm just teasing."

"Whatever, tiny tits."

The Maka-chop was expected, but it wasn't as hard as it had been at the beginning of our partnership. I still had a bump, but nothing that I couldn't handle. It was nice that we had been able to get along so quickly. The first week of our partnership we had bickered nonstop, but then Maka had forced me into a study session, where I found out that we had a few things in common. A lot of differences, but she understood that that's normal for most people.

"Come on, let's go home."

We stood and walked back into the school. Maka had to stop by her locker everyday to switch out her books.

As we were passing the music room, I paused for a moment. I was tempted to take Maka in there, maybe play her a song. She needed to know who I was, yet I just couldn't bring myself to show her. I didn't want to lose my partner. Maka had accepted me so easily, but my music could just be the thing that could scare her away.

"Soul? Are you okay?"

I looked up from the ground and realized that I had actually stopped walking. Maka was way ahead of me, her large, green eyes analyzing me as she frowned.

"I'm fine. Just tired."

My meister looked like she didn't believe it, but she nodded and continued on down the hall once I had as well. I sighed and caught up to the blonde haired girl.


"Could you at least look at the notes? You need to study or else you'll never be ready for our missions. We have to know these things, Soul!"

"How is this gonna help me? Missions are supposed to be about fighting. I don't need to know history."

"How are kishins made then? How did weapons come to be? Can you tell me that?"

"Why is that important?"

"We fight kishins, Soul. We fight people who have ventured from their path and who eat innocent souls. They kill people and after a while, they become a full kishin. They cause chaos in the world. And weapons, which you just so happen to be, didn't just appear one day. You were made with the help of a witch. A witch's soul was used to link an object to a human. Also, did you know that one of the first kishins was a weapon who began to eat human souls just for power. There's a lot to know, Soul. You may not think it's important, but knowing about yourself and the people you fight can actually be helpful." Maka was turning redder by the second as she glared at me. I looked down at the ground and slumped my shoulders. I didn't mean to get her mad. I just didn't see the point in reading the notes.

"I didn't know that." I looked back up at Maka.

Her shoulders fell, the tension leaving them as she huffed and looked back at her textbook. "It's fine. I just don't want you to fail. I've been waiting so long to go on a mission I guess I'm just a bit frustrated. I apologize for being so selfish."

I shrugged. "It's fine. This is already your third year at the academy. It's probably tiring learning the same things over and over again."

"You have no idea."

I pulled the pile of notes Maka had taken for me closer and gazed at the page befor returning my eyes to her. "Maybe these will help. I guess I can give them a try."

Maka looked up at me, a small smile forming as she nodded and turned back to her textbook. I took a deep breath and for once, tried to study something.

In bed that night, I couldn't believe all that had happened today. Maka had admitted a lot, even if she didn't realize it. She had been at the school for quite a while, and she wanted to go on a mission already. I wasn't quite there yet, but for Maka, I'd try.

I needed to be a good weapon. Or at least be ready to go on a mission. I didn't want to dissapoint Maka, she was my partner after all.


This chapter seems so rushed, but I'd like to hear your opinion anyways.

A big thanks to those who reviewed.

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Again, sorry for the late update. Next chapter though should be up within the next two or three days.

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