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This one is a tad bit on the angsty side, but I had a shitty weekend so it couldn't be helped.

But, the next one will be fluffy! I can guarantee that! :D

Soul Eater (c) Atsushi Okubo


The Road Home

The day had been horrible.

Maka sighed as she closed the door to her locker. She really wanted to go home, crawl under her blanket, and not come out for about a year. She was just that tired. The faster she got home, the better she would feel.

The girl quietly walked through the halls, drowning out the other students chatter of their weekend plans, mission details, and other various things. She kept going until she reached Soul's locker. The Scythe was already there, stuffing a small mass of papers into a nearby garbage can.

"More letters?" Maka asked, leaning against the lockers as she watched her partner. Soul turned around, tossing a book in his open locker.

"Yeah. Second time I've emptied my locker this week." He said, closing the door and facing his partner. "Ready to go."

Maka nodded, turning to leave, Soul at her side. As they walked, Maka could sense they were being followed. That creepy little girl that had been stalking Soul for the past few weeks was doing it again! What was her problem anyway! Maka could practically feel the dislike radiating from the small form a good ten feet behind them in waves. For crying out loud, Maka hadn't even done anything to her!

These partner requests were starting to irritate her too. Sure, Soul had gotten some before he became a Death Scythe, but the boy had always ignored them, much like he was doing now. But so many of them now... ugh, it was so infuriating! It was like all these girls seemed to expect Soul to just drop her and pick a new partner just because Maka had successfully done what she said she would do. Soul was her partner first, damn it!

The girl heaved a sigh as they exited the building, trying to calm down. There was no need to get worked up over this, really.

"Hey, you okay?" Soul asked, watching Maka carefully.

Maka managed a fake smile. She didn't want to worry Soul. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired."

Soul nodded in response, but he didn't like that answer. Something was bothering the hell out of his meister, he knew it. But Maka had a bad habit of putting everyone else before her. All that pent up frustration would kill her someday.

Into the silence, he reached for her hand, squeezing her fingers slightly, showing her that he was still there for her.

He'd always be there for her, no matter what.


Till next time! :3