I do not own Soul Eater or Come Round Soon. They belong to their respective owners.

I do however own Desmond Flint and Rain.

Desmond sat with her weapon and Soul in the living room while Maka prepared some tea and snacks for the four of them. Desmond's friend leaned over and whispered, "What did she mean victim?"

Desmond waved her hand in the air like she was swatting a fly, "Before I met you I had like three boyfriends and every time I got a new one we called him 'the new victim'."

Maka came back into the living room and sat down a tray of what she had prepared.

The four sat in silence for a few minutes.

"How have you been?" Maka asked to break the silence.

"Good, you?"

"Good…"

Awkward silence…

Desmond took a turn at breaking the silence next; she looked at Soul and said, "So I don't think I caught your name."

"Soul," he said.

Desmond nodded her head. "Well, Maka, Soul, this is Rain," she looked up to her weapon who was easily a head or more taller than her. Unfortunately, he was staring at what everyone else thought was nothing. Maka and Soul turned around but found noting out of the ordinary. Desmond leaned over to look past Maka and found a little purple cat wearing a witch's hat.

"Rain… Rain!" Desmond yelled waving her hand in front of his face. Once he looked at her she continued. "It's a cat Rain. Can you join the conversation now?" she asked.

"That's no ordinary cat," was his only response.

"Congrats for the cat. Rain, you know-"

"Sorry," he cut her off.

"Thank you."

Soul and Maka were amazed at their understanding of each other and Maka wished Soul were that understanding sometimes.

"So what have you been up to?" Maka asked.

Desmond shrugged. "Nothing really. Traveling with Rain, seeing the world, enjoying life as a teenager with a parent that doesn't really give a shit."

"Desmond. Your mom does care. She just…" Maka trailed off trying to figure out how to phrase what she was trying to say.

"She just doesn't have the time to show it," Desmond finished her sentence for her. She looked down at her lap. The expression on her face showed that this upset her but none of them said anything about it and the room entered an awkward silence again.

"So Desmond, how do you know Maka?" Soul asked.

Desmond looked up, smile on her face. "Spirit's my godfather. I've known Maka since… uh…" she trailed off trying to remember how long she has known Maka. "Since you were born basically. We spent so much time together as kids," she laughed.

Soul was amazed at how long the two girls had known each other. Maka leaned forward and said, "You've changed so much since we were little. Soul, if I showed you a picture right now of what Desmond looked like when she was little you wouldn't believe it was the same girl."

Desmond became antsy, "Do you have a picture? I tell Rain that all the time but he doesn't believe me."

Maka stood up. "I think I do. You wanna come with me to get it?"

Desmond stood up as well, agreed and followed Maka off into another room leaving Soul and Rain alone.

"You don't talk much do you?" Soul asked Rain.

"Neither do you."

"Touché. So you're Desmond's weapon?"

"Yup. What about you?"

"Weapon."

"Cool."

Soul smiled. This guy is actually kinda cool, he thought.

The conversation came to a pause. "So what kind of weapon are you, Rain?"

"Yumi."

Soul paused. "Well you sure have the height," was the only thing he said. Rain chuckled.

"OH MY GOD! LOOK AT MEE!" the two boys heard Desmond squeal from whatever room she was in with Maka.

"I'm thinking they found a picture," Soul said in a monotone voice.

"Yup."

Desmond came running back into the living room and jumped onto the couch that her and Rain were sitting on. She landed next to him and bent her legs over is lap and put her feet on the other side of him. She held a picture up to his face. "See Rain? I look so cute and squishy! Oh look! See I told you! I had brown hair when you met me!" she practically screamed at the boy.

"Hm," he said. "Even when you were little your default expression looks like you're about to kill someone," Rain said to push her buttons.

She glared at him and slapped him in the stomach with the back of her hand causing him to glare back at her.

Soul tried to break the tension, "Hey pass that over here. I wanna see it." Desmond complied to what Soul asked and handed him the picture, putting her feet back on the floor and standing up a little to pass it over the table. She sat back down next to Rain the way she was originally sitting.

In the picture was a little girl with blond hair in pigtails that he assumed was Maka sitting next to a slightly older girl with chestnut hair with a very slight wave that was pulled back into a ponytail. They were both on swings that were part of a backyard swing set. Soul assumed it was summer because little Maka was wearing a pink dress over a white short sleeve shirt. The young Desmond was wearing a light blue t-shirt and black Bermuda shorts. Neither had shoes on. Maka had a huge smile on her face, while Desmond's smile was small and looked forced. Maka took the picture from Soul and flipped it over to see the date.

July 22, 2001

"When's it from Maka?" Desmond asked.

"'01."

Desmond smiled. "Aw, you were eight and I was nine." Then she turned to Rain. "That means you were ten," she said poking his shoulder.

"Maybe. What's the date on it Maka?" he asked

"July 22."

"That means you were nine," Desmond corrected herself poking his shoulder again.

Then Rain stood up, "Um, could someone please show me where the bathroom is?" he asked.

Maka set the picture down on the table, "This way." She said leading him out of the room.

"So Desmond," Soul started.

"So Soul."

"Who is Rain to you?"

Desmond sat up straight and on guard, "What do you mean?"

"I mean are the two of you dating?" he said.

She relaxed. "Oh, pfft no."

"Why do you say it like that?"

Desmond put her elbows on the back of the couch and leaned back a little, "Dating Rain is like dating my big brother. Its kinda awkward, don't cha think?"

"Hm. How old are you two?" Soul asked out of curiosity.

"I'm fifteen and Rain is sixteen," Desmond said nonchalantly.

Soul looked up at her surprised. He didn't think she was older than the two of them. "Don't look so surprised," Desmond said with a slight laugh in her voice. "While looking at the picture just now I said that I was nine and Maka was eight. You really should pay better attention to when women talk, Soul. Not listening to women is a bad habit that might get you hurt one day. Trust me, I am a woman after all," she said smirking.

"Hardly," Rain said in response. He only heard the last part about Desmond being a woman when he walked back into the room. She glared at him again, though Rain seemed to be unaffected by it. Before Rain sat back down he checked his watch. "It's getting late Desmond. We should get going."

She smiled and stood up, "Okay. It was great seeing you again Maka. Nice meeting you Soul." Desmond and Maka hugged.

"I'll see you tomorrow and introduce you to everyone," Maka promised. "So where are you two staying?" she asked.

"An apartment a few blocks over," Desmond said, "See you guys tomorrow!"

"Be careful! It's supposed to rain!" Maka called after her friend and her weapon.

"Okay. Bye," Rain said standing by the door. The two waved good-bye and walked out. Soul stood up and closed the door behind them and stood there for a minute.

"What's the matter Soul?" Maka asked.

"Nothing, I'm fine," Soul lied. There is something not right with that girl, he thought.

Desmond stood outside the apartment building looking up at Maka and Soul's floor. Her hands were in her pockets and her smile was replaced with a blank expression, much like Rain's.

"Desmond, lets go," Rain ordered.

"See you tomorrow," Desmond said raising her eyebrows quickly, then walked away with her weapon as it started to rain.

All your stormy words have barely broken
And you sound like thunder, though
You've barely spoken
Oh, it looks like rain to night. Thank God
'Cause a clear sky just wouldn't feel right…

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