So why am I making Asura the Santa Claus? No! Not Santa, but a winter lord…Well I just happen to love cold things since I live in a cold country, and I find it very cool for someone to have cold blood and breath and skin anywhere and anytime of the year. Oh and thanks for reading this. Now on with it!


The land of Morna.

Chapter 3.

"Who are you?" Maka asked and tried to remember. The man- no, the creature was sitting on the air in a very white space. Maka was standing on the white floor, well if you could call it a floor since she didn't know whether she could go down or did the so called floor end at all. It seemed to go on and last forever. Her eyes didn't reach a distant landscape, just white. She was probably dreaming since in no logical way could this be reality. The man didn't move nor did he say anything and Maka was getting irritated. She frowned.

"I asked who you are! Can't you understand words?" still no answer. But a smile appeared on the other's face. The black hair locks hid the eyes behind them but she guessed that they were red. Bloody red. Just like her blood...

Maka scowled. She really didn't really like the thought of being kept alive instead of just living like she wanted. To be a human without this, whatever it was, that was keeping her at bay like some sheep. But Maka really couldn't say she hated the man for doing so. In fact she was glad that she wasn't dead. Her father would've probably cried. Soul would've gotten another partner and all the grieving from her friends...she didn't want that.

"That's a pathetic excuse," The man said and jumped down to the floor and started walking towards her. "A weak girl like you shouldn't even think about the future. You never know when you're going to die anyway."

"Shut up! I'm not weak!" Maka shouted angrily and glared the man when he was soon right in front of her and as she had guessed, the eyes were bloody red. But what surprised her was that the eyes had smaller eyes in them. Also the hair wasn't black but had white in it and vertical eyes bleeding like some stupid non-waterproof paint. Great, now she was with a freak too...

"Well why did you almost die fighting that pathetic and uncompleted Kishin?" He scoffed and waved his hand. Maka was starting to creep out. Not by the leer but by the presence. She didn't sense anything coming from this man. No life, but he wasn't dead. Maka was curious enough to take a peek into his soul.

Soul perception.

And what Maka saw scared her more than anything. She was in the eye of a red blazing storm. The edges were jagged and all wrong and it felt like she was viewing something that should be gone. Killed. But the size...It was nothing like the fear she had felt when seeing Dr. Stein's soul. Maka found herself backing away a little but it didn't feel like she could get out of this thing. It was everywhere yet nowhere. Black eyes bled into the red electricity and scorched her eyes and she yelped, closing them as she saw stars.

"H..how?" she stammered in fear.

"How what?" the voice was becoming distorted again so Maka guessed that she was waking up. The girl was so glad the starting nightmare was about to end quickly.

"It's not very nice nice to look inside other people's souls." the man was no longer smiling but having an unreadable expression on his face. Even though she didn't personally know this man, except that he was her savior, she preferred to come face to face with a mocking leer or a scowl but not this expression. She already disliked him and that wouldn't end well.

Maka could feel that she was waking up and saw that her body was dissolving. She raised her hands and saw that they were see-through.

"Bye bye." Asura said with a low voice and raised his right fist. Maka immediately thought that he was going to hit her abdomen, but the punch was directed to the face. It made contact with her nose and it hurt, making Maka fly a few feet away and then absurdly wake up.

That was the first time he had hit her. But it definitely wouldn't be the last.


Soul wasn't one of the so called morning people and he definitely didn't like being woken up before the alarm clock went off in an ungodly hour or he got up from the bed himself. This morning morning started with the option C – brutally woken up by something entirely else.

"OUCH!" came from Maka's room and then a loud thud. He could hear cursing through all the walls separating him from his meister and Soul had half a mind to construct a few more if she didn't stop the foul words. Cursing himself, Soul got up from the bed and strolled towards the room where all the swearing was heard.

"Will you knock it off? It's half nine in the morning!" Soul shouted and quickly opened the door. He blinked.

"Sorry...goddamit." Maka complained and held her lips and red nose – both of which were bleeding. She was on the ground upside down, the conclusion was that the bed was too small for knightly fights in dreams. Did she get into a brawl while sleeping? In sandman's land?

"Wait a second. I'll go and get something cold for you." Soul sighed and walked to the fridge and took a pouch of ice out from there.

15 minutes later:

"Say you hit your face while falling off from your bed and got it all bloody. Mention the wrestling in the dream." Soul held an icy pouch right on Maka's nose. Maka was drinking a glass of juice, strap going to her mouth.

"I hit my face while falling off from the bed. None of the wrestling happened."

"Bullocks." Soul sighed. Maka's voice sounded funny when her nose was being covered. He took the pouch away and since Maka was already sitting on her bed, Soul didn't need to lift her up from the floor like the gentleman he was - sometimes.

"Thanks." Maka's eyed followed the weapon as she held her nose and watched Soul getting out from her room. Then she looked her watch on the drawer.

´9:10. Nice. The school has started about an hour ago...WHAT!´

The one thing Maka didn't fancy was being late, so she quickly stood up and went through her closet and took he Spartoi uniform out from there. Soul was already in his clothes and had made some quick breakfast because he had guessed Maka would notice the clock soon enough. She'd never disappoint him in not doing so. Shame.

"Here's you bread and here's your juice." Soul said and Maka tried to eat them as fast as she could. After that she ran from their apartment straight to school or would have if Soul hadn't caught up with his bicycle and asked if Maka wanted a ride. She hopped on and they rode down the road before them, occasionally avoiding cats.

In the school:

"So...you two want to explain why my best student and my second worst student are late?" Stein asked with a bright smile while sitting on his chair. Maka and Soul felt a chill ran across their spine and sweat drip from their chin. Soul had tried to ride as fast as he could but didn't make it as the second period had already ended. And after that Maka cursed like a sailor.

"We...well I kinda overslept..." Maka muttered.

"Hm? What was that? I can't hear you." Stein said sarcastically and that just made the atmosphere go worse.

"Well..."

"Detention for both of you."

Maka felt like she had just been assigned to a date with her father.

And so it was that the little oversleeping became the topic in Shibusen for the next few hours. Maka and Soul stood outside the class holding two buckets of water and Maka trying to hold her anger.

"I was aiming to become perfect being like mama...fuck this all. I'm going to screw some tiny little boy and take my anger on him" Maka cursed and let the buckets fall onto the floor.

"I pray for that poor soul you come across." Soul said, still holding his buckets. Maka walked furiously straight to the upper part of stairs but was stopped when a voice made its way to her head.

"I need to talk to you." It said and soon Maka was flying down the said steps rather nastily. Soul quickly turned his head when he heard a loud sound of something breaking and some moaning.

"No shit!" Soul shouted and quickly ran to the stairs and he saw his partner being right at the end of the stairs, on the ground holding her leg. "Wait just one moment, I'm coming!" Soul shouted, letting the heavy weights fall down. He hopped the steps down, two at a time and was about to make a marvelous imitation of his meister at one step but held his balance at the last second.

"Damn." Maka said and she held her abdomen. It hurt like hell. Soul quickly lifted her up and ran to the infirmary. Nyugus would probably know what to do right? But when they arrived to the infirmary, the accursed teacher wasn't there.

"Darn it! I must have missed her." Soul cursed under his breath and put Maka laying on one of the white beds and closed the white curtains around it. "I'm going to get a teacher." he announced and disappeared.

"Of course.." Was the answer that came in a form of mumbling. But now that Soul had left, Maka finally spoke with the already familiar thing that she rather wouldn't see nor hear.

"Can't you just speak to me in a normal way?" She asked.

"It's more fun this way." he chuckled in her head.

"Sadistic freak..." Maka snorted and tried to lift herself up. It looked like her back had taken some sort of blow since it hurt to get up so Maka was comfortable lying down. "What the heck was so important for me to sacrifice my back and leg?"

"It almost sounds like you bear a grudge of some sort."

"You don't say?" She let out a sarcastic laugh before realizing that the question had been rhetorical. Asura seemed to safe her from the humiliation however.

"Hide my wavelength and guide me to the chambers and storage room of that school of yours."

"HAH! What makes you think that I'm going to guide some suspicious guy?" Maka snickered and coughed a little.

"I'm going to hurt you if you won't" he said and Maka felt the bleeding on her abdomen start again.

"That's not going to work. I'm a million times too good a person to do that just because I'm in pain."

The man was quiet. If Maka had seen him and not only heard, she'd have had a pretty good view of a wicked smile spread across his face.

"Gallant. But you must know that I'm not here to make trades nor compromises. If you're not going to buckle, I'm going to hurtthem.."

Maka gasped and her eyes widened."No! Don't you dare..."

"Oh yes. If you're not going to an obedient little girl, I'm going to hurt you and your friends." The man laughed when Maka's face was painted with sheer horror. Whatever it was that the man wanted to have, it was in Death City and her friend's lives were at stake here. Maka gripped the white bed sheets so that her knuckles turned white and she gritted her teeth.

"I'll do it...I'll do as you say so don't touch them..." and damn him if he did.


Yeah...The other possibility about the relationship of this pairing is...well for me it's that Asura beats up and Maka gets beaten up. Well there's some manipulating stuff in here too. Hope this doesn't get too OOC like. I hope it doesn't…Oh the classic and never ending "we're going to be late from school"-scene. And please answer the poll on my account. And sorry for all the spelling and grammar mistakes! I'm surprised I got some reviews o.o

until next chapter~.