It Started with a Promise….

Ch. 9

A/N: Well hope you didn't think this was the end of the story…

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Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater nor any of the characters.


Soul walked down the hallways of the DWMA with, hands snuggly tucked away in his pockets, a sly smirk on his face. All meisters had to report two hours ago for the annual medical check-ups.

'Too bad I can't see the look on Maka's face when she explains all those marks.' The smirk on his face grew wider with glee, showing off his jagged sharp teeth. 'Wonder how she'll explain the one next to her nipple.'

A couple of fellow weapon younglings would pass the cool death scythe by and stepped aside to let him pass, greeting him or just staring in aww. Soul kept his cool and just walked on to his locker with a huge grin on his face.

"Hey there Soul Eater." Soul turned to notice Harvard joining him down the hallway. "Long time no see."

"Oh hey, yeah been resting lately since my last mission." Soul reached his locker. "Ox still not out either huh?"

"Nope, still in the exam office. Heard the girls are almost done though." Harvad noticed Soul's grin widen, but thought nothing of it.

"When are we going in?" Soul opened his locker and stepped back at the mountain of cards that fell from his locker.

"You better watch out Soul, or Maka might kill you." Liz and Patty appeared behind the two boys.

"Lookie lookie wow Soul must be popular." Patty started swimming in the sea of cards.

"I don't ask for them you know." Soul looked irritated.

"Well what are they?" Harvard picked a couple up and decided to open one. His face said it all. "Soul I think this is for your eyes only."

"huh?..."Soul tried to keep his cool guy composure but couldn't keep it in and nose bleed himself to the floor.

"Aww looks like Death Scythe Jr. is still as innocent as a new born babe." Liz took the card from a deeply red Harvard.

"I'll catch you later Soul." Harvard made a quick getaway in a random direction.

"Wow, I wonder where he's going so fast?" Patty threw the cards in the air making it rain pink and white.

"Patty, don't touch those." Liz picked up her sister and looked over at Soul who was now furiously trying to pick up the mess. "Gonna take those home with you?"

"Are you kidding me? I'd like to live." Soul had somehow managed to plug his nose with some tissue from his pockets.

"Death Scythe: A weapon who has swallowed 99 keishen eggs and 1 witche's soul becomes a powerful tool for Lord Death himself to use against Keishen and terrors that plague the human world. A weapon that has harnessed its full power and becomes a formidable force, able to withstand an army of enemies without breaking a sweat." Liz recited the text book definition of Soul's new title.

"Guess this one's defective." Patty laughed.
"I'm not defective, I just have a meister that's much more dangerous than a keishin when she's mad!" Soul hurriedly picked up the pile of note cards and dumped them in a nearby trash can.

"Hey look I can see a couple of meisters walking around." Patty was as observant as ever.

"Looks like we'll be called in soon." Liz turned to Soul who was still frantically picked up the mess of cards.

"All weapons please proceed to your designated areas for your physical examination. Remember boys to the east gymnasium and girls to the west gymnasium."

"You gonna be ok Soul?" Liz asked.

"Yeah just go on…umph…" Soul picked up the last of the cards and finished dumping them in the now over flowing trash can. "I'll catch up with you guys in the death room."

"Alright, catch you later DEATH SCYTHE." Liz walked off with Patty in tow.

"Oh my shinigami, did you hear?"

"Yeah, I just can't believe it."

"Do you know who?"

"I heard she showed up with all sorts of marks on her."

"She'd go that far with a boy?"

"I always thought she was a serious girl."

"And who was the boy?"

"I heard it wasn't just one."

"Oh wow, more than one,? How dirty."

"So it wasn't him?"

"He'd never go for that."

A group of girls gossiped in the locker room of the gym, changing back into their usual uniform. The last of the meister girls clearing out before the weapon girls arrived. Though it seemed one came just early enough to hear what they had been saying.

"Hey, who are you talking about?" Kim came out of the shower also dressing with a great big smile on her face.

"Oh, Kim we didn't think anyone was still here."

"Oh come now, just spill, who were you talking about?"

The girls looked worriedly at each other but leaned in and let Kim in on the huddle.

"WHO!"

Soul stood in line to get his height measured not looking at anything in particular. By now he'd gotten pretty used to the younger kids gawking at him or the older boys throwing looks his way but he was too cool to let anything really get to him. He was untouchable. The only people that mattered to him were not in line with him so nothing in this gym mattered to him at the moment.

"I heard a meister went home early."

'Guys are so uncool. They gossip more than chicks.' Soul thought though he couldn't stop himself from listening in.

"So who was the unlucky guy that ran home?"

"No way, it was a girl meister!"

"What, she got ridiculed by the other girls I bet."

"Well I heard from my partner that this bitch was covered in hickeys."

"What no way! There are girls at this school that let you do that?"

'Maka?' Soul's cool attitude broke. She would have told him if she'd gone home early right?

"I'd like to partner with her." Soul's anger rose with each word the boys spoke.

"She's the one that made a Death Scythe."

"The bookworm? I guess she's at everything." The guys laughed. Soul looked around to see if anyone else was listening in but to his horror, many guys were glancing at him and whispering just the same.

'It was just an intimate joke, why is going to viral!' Soul thought.

"That bookworm did have a cute mouth."

"I'd like to test out that mouth on my…"Soul lost it. He punched the guy right in the jaw sending him flying across the gym. The entire gym was silent, too scared to move, but slowly the whispers began again.

"That's Soul."

"Death Scythe."

"…her weapon."

Soul couldn't take it anymore, he had to find Maka. He crumpled up his physical paper and threw it as he walked back to the lockers to change back into his regular clothes. Sid had eventually caught up with the boy that Soul had unceremoniously knocked unconscious but he was too late to catch Soul. In less than ten minutes Soul was on his bike and roaming the streets of Death City looking for his lost half.

'How long ago did she leave?'

Soul's thoughts tried hard to think like her but no matter what his brain just couldn't cool off fast enough to process what he wanted to do. His instincts kicked in and told him to head home. If anything happened to either one, they knew home was the safest place. Soul parked his car in the garage and heard his pocket mirror beeping. Anxiously he took it out hoping it would be Maka; he was disappointed to see a pair of bored golden eyes and familiar white stripes on a perfectly symmetrically cut black head of hair.

"Hello Death Scythe Soul."

"Kid, I'm busy."

"Yes I'm sure by now you're trying to find Maka, I too have heard the news that's been circulating the school."

"How do you even heard gossip if you don't leave your death room?"

Liz squeezed in next to kid.

"Are you kidding me? How could I not know the latest gossip around school?"

"Liz, I should have known but you were just with me a couple of hours ago."

"Look when I got to the locker rooms it was already all over school, I heard it from Jackie, who heard from Kim so on and so forth."

"That's enough Liz…" Kid tried to push the blond off his lap. "Soul, I will have a disciplinary meeting with both you and Maka on these matters later on but as a friend I will grand you 3 days of leave. Hopefully by then it will all be old news."

"Meeting? Yeah whatever, thanks Kid." Soul put his mirror away and proceeded up stairs. Slowly opening the door for fear that there was a surprise attack waiting for him on the other side, but he found nothing. Living room, kitchen, everything was just as it was that morning when he left. Soul took off his shoes and walked in, slowly walked in.

"You're in big trouble." Soul nearly jumped right out of his skin.

"Blair!...don't just pop out like that!" Soul looked down to see a purple looking cat sitting and licking her hand coyly.

"You really are in for it, I've never seen her so mad."

Soul tried to look as calm and collected as possible, though his insides trembled with utter fear. "So Maka is home?"

"Yep."

"Did she say anything?"

"Nope."

"Then how do you know she's mad?"

"It's a girl thing." Blair winked at him. "You should really apologize for whatever it is you did." Soul tried to bat her away. "You need to buy her flowers or maybe some jewelry."

"Maka's not materialistic like you Blair." Blair huffed at him. Soul walked over to his room, the room they've been sharing for the past couple of month. He peeked in side just as he had done when he first got home but again he found nothing.

'Where could she have gone…' Soul mentaly face palmed himself for not realizing it sooner. If Maka was mad at him of course home would be where she would go but if she was hiding from him there's one place she would go to…

Soul walked out of his room, passed the bathroom, and knocked on the white door they had chosen to leave on occupied. Maka's old room. There was no answer, Soul knocked one more time.

"Maka?" Soul softly called, but still nothing. Taking a deep breath Soul opened the door and walked in. There on her bed looking out the window sat his meister with her knees hugged against her chest. Soul moved slowly, as if she were a deer that would scare with the slightest noise. The mocking sun shone brightly through her window making her tear stained face fully apparent to the weapon. His heart hurt at the emotionless expression she wore. He had done that. It was just a joke, he meant it only as a joke. He reached to touch her hand.

"Maka, I…" She pulled her hand away at his touch. Then he felt her pull away from her, she was distancing their soul wavelengths. "MAKA DON'T PULL AWAY FROM ME!" Soul leaned in to stop her.

SLAP!

Soul sat on the edge of her bed, a hand on his cheek where she had slapped him.

"I told you," Maka turned to stare him in the eyes. Her emerald eyes bore into his ruby ones. "I wanted to be taken seriously as the meister of a Death Scythe."

". . . ."

"That's why I never wanted my love life public or on display."

"Maka, I just …"

"Just what? You just what? Was it a joke?" Soul hung his head hiding his eyes behind his stray hair. "So our intimacy is a joke for you to use?"

"No."

"Then why?" Tears welled up in her beautiful eyes, he quickly turned her head to look out the window again. "I heard what they're saying about me now."

"Why should it matter what they say. It has nothing to do with you and me." Soul moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her despite her thrashing protests. "It's just you and me Maka."

"I wanted to be taken seriously."

"I know, and I am seriously sorry." Soul didn't let go until he felt her go limp in his arms. "I know it was uncool of me to do that. It was a joke but I didn't think it would turn out like this."

Maka pushed against him. "Please get out of my room Soul."

"Maka…"

"GET OUT!" Deciding to retreat for now, Soul kissed his hand and transferred it to her limp hand and walked out of her room shutting the door behind him. He stood on the opposite side of the door feeling thousands of miles away from the most important person in his life.

'I know Maka better than this. I should have seen this coming.' Soul slid down to sit against the door. 'So uncool.' He tried with all his being trying to find any trace of her wavelength but she had cut him out completely. He felt incomplete, cold, empty. He needed her. He needed to feel her.

'Please don't shut me out. Not again Maka.'

"Prrrr…" Soul hadn't even felt Blair snuggle against his leg, deep in his own thoughts he couldn't even acknowledge her presence.

"Poor fool, you need to make it up to her." Blair tried to comfort him but only received silence.

"I will. Cool guys do anything to make their women happy." Soul gave a weak smile. His eyes still showed his sadness. "I'll just give her space for now." Soul had three days to make Maka forgive him, or at least to smile that smile again. That one smile that told him it would all be alright. Soul made one last attempt to reach her soul wavelength, concentrating from deep within himself to feel just one piece of her. To convey his love for her; Soul held his breath concentrating hard to reach her.

'I love you Maka Albarn Evans.' Ever so slightly he felt it, she had given a small response. Just a split second of a connection. Soul was able to breathe again and relaxed, just a bit.

From her huddled position on her bed Maka continued to stare out the window. She could feel him trying to reach her. She didn't hate him. She just couldn't take seeing him right now. She had to make the decision now, to follow as her mother had and trust her weapon fully, or try and return to their professional relationship….

Her thoughts were interrupted by his last attempt to reach her. Tears began to fall down her milky cheeks again.

'Moron. Idiot. Ass.' Maka wiped her tears. 'I'll get you back Soul Eater Evans.'


A/N: So sorry that It's so late, I promise a double update this week! Thanks again for your support and wonderful reviews; keep 'em coming….they keep me alive _