A/N: your reviews ..sniff ..make me so happy! You are such kind and wonderful people, I SHALL REMEMEBER YOU ALWAYS! Sadly I have been informed that a se/dr who has already been done, but oh well. I'm not the only soul eating Wholigan out there! MWAHAHAHAHAHA….ahem, well, one a ya'll said they was lookin forward to what happens in Soul's camp, si? Well, I was kinda already planning to do this story in third person, but following Maka. I might put his time in camp in another story completely. I don't know, tell me whatcha want. This story or story of its own?

Anyway, enjoy chappie 2!

Chapter 2: Welcome Home

Our story today revolves around a young girl of 16. A very plain ordinary looking girl. She wasn't considered, by most, very beautiful, but she had something more important than looks. She had brains. Top of the class, good morals and a yearning for more knowledge. Well now, some of you might be thinking "that's not special. that's not special at all. There are tons of nerds at my school!" that's probably true, there are in fact these so called 'nerds' everywhere. So abundant, it seems, that they could very well overthrow the government and control our pathetic little lives…but that's besides the point.

This girl is a very ordinary, plain, smart girl on the outside, but she's much more than that. She has more bravery than any amount of men. Her Maka Chops are deadly. Her fighting skills even deadlier.

She is a meister.

Chosen by Lord Death himself to wield a weapon and protect the innocent from the Kishin and his followers. Nothing can stop her or hold her back. Nothing.

Except for dust.

Down on her hands and knees for almost an hour and the dust showed no signs of leaving anytime soon. Sure, join the party, she thought. Keep me company.

She was there in the tiny apartment she and Soul shared, just outside of Death City. Currently, she was cleaning Soul's stereo, caked in dust. She had been cleaning the entire time he was gone, almost as if she expected him to burst through the door any minute. The place was spotless, needless to say, but everywhere she looked it felt as if it was still under three feet of filth. Maybe she had been hanging around Kid too much.

She sighed as she rolled her banana yellow rubber gloves up to her elbows, and wiped her hard worked sweat on her shoulder. "Does it never end?," she asked herself. She didn't mean the dust. She meant the loneliness.

It wasn't that she was lonely, per se, it was just that her body's routine was thrown off. Trying to get used to cooking for one, not almost gagging at the sight of dirty boxers in the bathroom, no tingles walking from the hall bathroom to her room after a shower, having to pass him in the living room. And no Maka Chops. That's the worst of all.

He left on Sunday and was due back Saturday at 5 pm. She looked at the clock (a new part of her routine for the week). It was 4:45 now. She would've gone to go pick him up, but he refused. He said he had a surprise to show her. Her forehead crinkled, remembering the weird conversation.

"I swear, Soul, if you don't tell me now, I'll hang up!"

"Jeez Maka, calm down! It's a surprise."

"You know I hate surprises!"

"Precisely why I'm not telling you."

"Ugh! Why are you doing this to me?"

"Calm. Down. I promise this surprise'll be much better than the one I gave you last year."

"Worst 'surprise' birthday party ever."

"Hey! I didn't know you were parading around the house in you're…ahah. 'Birthday suit'."

"GOODBYE!"

"No! Wait, I was just messin' with you."

"I told you FIVE TIMES I forgot my towel and-"

"God, shut up already!"

"Why you ungrateful-how could- you're so-Maka Chop!-"

"Hey, gotta go before Sid finds out I stole Harvar's extra quarter."

"WHAT? We were only on for, what, 15 minutes?"

"Sorry, but I'll make it up. Promise. You'll love the surprise."

She frowned deeper. She really really REALLY hated surprises, but he said she'd like it. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. She looked at the clock again. It was 5 to 5:00.

Her heart lurched forward and her mind was sent into a frenzy…again. Did she seriously just spend that long just zoning out? There was so much left to do! Clean the stereo, mop, sweep, dust a-frikkin-gain! Her hair was mess and she was only dressed in her ratty sweatpants and old worn out tank top and-

Knock knock knock.

Crap…

Maka looked at the door for a second, not really sure if it was just her hyperactive lonely mind conjuring up the beautiful sound.

Knock knock knock.

Nope. Not her frazzled mind. He was really here. Soul was home.

There was no denying that underneath all the nervous butterlfies were different butterflies. The kind she gets whenever he gives her that stupid smirk. Or when he tugs on her pigtails. And when they dance in the dark room.

She rose to her feet, discarding her gloves in the same movement. Taking one step at a time, slow steady breaths, trying to clear her mind before she says something embarrassing, she walked to the door. She stopped in front of it and gingerly pressed her ear to the cold lifeless wood.

"Who is it?"

It was silent outside, except an occasional shuffling. She distinctly heard him chuckle at her stupid question. With that one sound she felt truly at home again. She could just imagine him on the other side, rolling his eyes, thinking 'Who else, idiot?' and leaning on his suitcase, tired from the trip back.

"Who is it," she asked again, this time smiling, waiting to hear his voice.

He didn't answer. She pressed her ear harder against the door to try and hear something but she couldn't hear him. Not his voice. Someone else's.

She couldn't make it out throught the door, but it was soft. She could only hear mumbling. Was it Tsubaki?

She tried again. "I'm not opening the door til you answer, stupid! You can sleep out there for all I care"

He laughed. "Geez, Maka, is that how you're gonna treat our guest?"

She opened the door then.

And stood there.

Staring.

In disbelief.

And awe.

Her brain stopped working then. It didn't want to work. All it wanted to do was look. There, beside Soul, was something…she'd never seen before. It was beautiful. It was wondrous. She should have worried right then and there what it was doing with her partner, but at the moment…she didn't care. All she could do was look.

"Maka, this is Terumi. Can she stay with us for alittle while?"

She was the pure beautiful death of them both.

A/N: so there ya have it! I had really hard time pickin this girls name! I decided on Terumi bc it means "shining beauty" which fits it pretty well with my future plot. I'm gonna try and update this weekly. Last day of school tomorrow! And then testing! My official last day of anything is the 23, so u might here from me before then, might not. I'll try, its not like I study teehee

A/N: Is it bad that the ant traps in my kitchen remind me of the Holocaust?