A/N: Sorry, it's been a while. School went back -_-

Thanks for the 100 reviews. :D

Soul Eater (c) Atsushi Okhubo

X-x-x Lead Foot x-x-X

He was going way to fast.

It was unnecessary, but he continued to pull his wrist back, feeling the bike speed up from under him. The scythe leaned forward, willing to go faster and faster, until, hopefully he'd forget why he was driving around Death City at this time in the first place.

Soul leaned to the side, successfully speeding around the tight corner, a smile played around his mouth as he sped up again. He glanced at the speedometer.

130km/h.

The scythe smirked, still not slowing down.

If anyone happened to catch a glimpse of this crazy man, they would surely be scarred for life.

Pointy teeth bared and piercing blood red eyes flashing the only emotion he would let them. Excitement. Only now, when he was alone. His barriers would not break. He wouldn't let them. Keep up the walls and keep the intimidation. The fear that other people had of him. They avoided him, kept their distance.

Not that he minded. He'd rather be like this, secluded from everyone else. He felt powerful, able to get what ever he wanted with a simple flash of his ridiculously sharp teeth.

He turned the next corner with ease, buildings flying by, he felt a sense of enjoyment knowing that he'd be waking people up with the roar of his bike.

He did this often.

Whenever the apartment became too cramped for the two of them, whenever he was bored out of his mind, or whenever Maka was pissing him off. He'd politely-or not- excuse himself, and walk out the door.

Maka didn't mind his frequent exits. He needed his space, and who was she to take that away from him? Besides, he wouldn't listen to her if she tried to stop him in the first place.

As the needle reached 140km/h the scythe sighed and slowed down. As he did so, the weapon realised how easy he could have slipped up, misjudged a turn, or had to stop suddenly.

How easily he could have died.

It's not like death scared him. He'd got the talk from Maka the day she had realised he owned a motorbike. The, 'you-know-how-dangerous-these-things-are-you-should-wear-leathers-and-a-helmet-at-all-times' sort of talk. (Of course he didn't do what she said, like hell was he wearing a helmet.)

But he bought the bike at a time where he didn't really care what happened to him. The time when he didn't give a flying fuck about whether he lived or died.

But that was before he had met her.

Because she needed him, and he needed her. Both could not function without the other, though the two didn't care to admit it. He couldn't die on her, and she couldn't die on him. He valued what they had. The sort of friendship that they shared. Even though she pissed him off more often than not.

The times that they had together where the best of his miserable life. And the weapon wondered what he'd do once she'd graduated from Shibusen. Maka had often talked about travelling to search for her mother, but where did that leave him? He was entitled as a Death Scythe to stay put in Death City in case Shinigami needed his duties. Even though he was the one that wanted to become Shinigami's personal weapon in the first place, he'd begun to regret the decision.

He'd make the most of the limited time they had left together.

Feeling slightly better, (and partially just wanting to see his meister) Soul turned around and headed back towards the apartment.

o-o-o

Keys jangled quietly as Soul turned them in the lock. Stepping into the room, he caught the smell of a now cold dinner. His stomach twisted in guilt as the boy realised she'd still made him dinner, even though he had snapped and walked out earlier.

Soul closed the door as silently as possible, just in case Maka had gone to bed already. He was glad he did as his eyes crossed over the prone form sprawled out the entire length of the couch.

The weapon smiled. She had a school textbook open over her chest, as if she had fallen asleep while reading. He watched the rise and fall of the book as she breathed, her lips settled in an 'o' shape.

He already knew the reasons why he loved this girl, but seeing her like this definitely confirmed them.

He made a note to never go so fast again.

A/N: The other day i realised that i had to decide how many chapters i was going to write of this... So after some thinking, i settled for the grand total of 16.

Ok, so really the only reason i chose 16 was because if you half it you get 8.

And Kid would be happy.

So that's whats happening.

Only 4 more chapters until this ends.