A/N: WOWOWOW REALLY LATE AND I SAID I'D GET "A LOT" OF CHAPTERS UP DURING MY MONTH OFF FOR THE HOLIDAYS BUT UM I DIDN'T EVEN UPLOAD ONE WOW ARE YOU GUYS STILL EVEN WANTTING THIS STORY TO CONTINUE?

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Chapter 6: Invisible Soul

Soul rolled over to his side. He let out a shriek as he tumbled off of his bed and landed on the uncomfortable wooden floor.

"Ow, dammit…" He muttered, picking himself up onto hands and knees. Without looking, he used his hand to rummage the top of his nightstand and grabbed his alarm clock. Bright red lights indicated two in the morning.

He had intended to take a nap when he arrived home, but apparently, his 'nap' lasted a bit longer than he thought it would…

"Shit, I've been asleep for like eight hours…" He sighed before standing up, placing his clock back on the table.

Why did I even wake up?

He silently walked out of his room and looked around the corner, half expecting to find his partner in the living room or kitchen.

It was rather quiet; apparently Blair hadn't heard him yelling like a girl and slipping off his bed.

Having nothing else to do, he decided to take a walk outside. He dashed back to his room to grab his jacket and slipped it on before making his way to the front door. He didn't bother locking it behind him as he walked out of the apartment and into the corridor of the building. The second he made it to the stairs and was about to walk down them, he heard footsteps behind him.

"Soul! Soul, where are you going?" It was Blair.

If only he knew the answer to that question.

Maka tossed and turned, and finally giving up, shot out of bed. She walked over to the window by the chair in the corner of the room and pushed aside the curtains, taking a peek outside.

She felt something wrong.

She had had a horrible dream of her and Soul being beaten by the pair they had met earlier (or was it the day before? She wasn't sure what time it was). She had woken with a start, and failed to fall back asleep, so she had decided to stay awake.

That was when she decided to take a look outside. For some reason, for a split second, she thought she sensed Soul's wavelength.

"But he should be at home…" Maka breathed when she noticed a familiar white haired boy walking up the stairs of the bulding. He couldn't possibly be coming to meet her, could he? He answered her question when he sat on a bench nearby. He didn't seem to have the intention of moving any time soon. What was he doing? Now she'd really never get back to sleep.

"Soul! Soul, where are you going?"

"Out."

"I can see that, stupid. Where to?"

"Not really sure."

"Where's Maka?"

"She's doing some sleep-over thing at school. Maybe I'll go visit her; I'm sure she's still awake."

"You never mentioned that…is there something you're hiding, scythey~?"

"Is this twenty questions? And there's nothing I'm hiding."

"There totally is!"

"There totally isn't."

"Liar!"

"Not lyin'."

"Yes you—"

"Goodbye, Blair."

"…Bye."

Soul sighed and leaned back in the dark bench he was sitting on. He let his head fall against the neck support and stared at the black sky. He saw the moon smirking at him, as if mocking him.

"Don't look at me like that," He muttered, shutting his eyes.

Of course, he received no response.

He stayed still a few moments before he heard a sound resembling a can being tossed to the ground. His head snapped up and he looked around to find a can slowly rolling and stopping by his feet.

He glanced at it a moment and before he could he begin to wonder what was happening, the can erupted into an explosion of smoke.

"A smoke bomb…!?"

He coughed a bit, waving his arms and trying to rid of the grey fumes.

"Oh, not just a smoke bomb, darlin'."

Soul felt his world start to spin, but he stood up nonetheless, trying to see who had spoken to him.

"And you are?" He asked, squinting through the deadly cloud.

"If I told you right now, it would ruin the fun, wouldn't it? I think I'll save introductions for later." Hearing the voice for a second time, Soul registered that he was speaking to a female.

The weapon fell to the ground on his hands and knees, nearly hacking up a lung as he tried to feed himself oxygen.

"I'd stop all that heaving if I were you." The figure warned, stepping closer to him, "You wouldn't want to breathe more of this than you already have."

"Piss off," Soul managed through clenched teeth.

"That was uncalled for…I haven't even done anything yet." The woman pointed out in a sad tone.

"What do you call this, then?" He was struggling to breathe, now. Might as well get a few last words in. If he was going down, he was going down in style. Or, at least, questioning…

"I call it my wavelength. My soul. My aura. It has many names but only one goal: to get rid of any pathetic excuse of a weapon my cousin created!"

The boy's eyes widened in panic. He looked back up at her, hands and knees shaking from exhaustion.

"And you, Soul Eater, are first on the list."

Maka flipped.

No, literally.

She flipped out of the window, her black cloak sweeping the air behind her. She landed with ease on the ground beneath her exit.

She had changed as quickly as she could, but didn't bother wasting the time to put her hair up. As she ran to the scene taking place in front of her, she sighed every now and then as strands of hair flew into her eyes.

Bringing her hand up to her face once more, she also realized she hadn't slipped on her gloves. Oh well.

"Soul! Soul!" She called out. She immediately stopped running, however, when she came face to face with a strangely tall woman.

"You want him? Here; I'm done with him anyway." She offered, tossing Soul to the ground by Maka's feet. The meister's pupils dilated and she fell to his side and began calling out his name.

"He's completely done for, girl. In fact, any moment now, his soul should give out." She smirked and flicked some of her hair behind her shoulder. "He was pretty fun to drain. Has a tough soul; actually gave me a challenge. Anywho, it's best that I go on my way. I have many other weapons to destroy."

Maka was torn. What was she to do? Was Soul even alive? Was she supposed to follow the weirdo? If Soul was alive, she couldn't leave him by his lonesome; he'd die! But if she stayed with him, who's to say the other weapons in the city weren't in danger?

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Maka demanded, standing. "You're Lady Miiro, aren't you!? The one who's sister we killed?!"

"Oh, so you're responsible for Agnes' death? Should I avenge her…? Hmm, I have a rather busy schedule…"

"Avenge this!" Maka screeched, landing a punch square in Miiro's face. "I can't believe you!" She yelled, striking another hit. "You crazy bitch!"

Miiro sighed and stepped aside just as she was about to receive another blow.

"Now, now, there's no need for such language."

"There's no need for your presence!" Maka retorted, running up to her. She backhanded Miiro before shoving her heel in her abdomen, knocking the older woman down. The meister breathed heavily and delivered a thrust kick to the woman's side.

Miiro stood up shakily when Maka took a second to breathe.

"Are you just going to keep wasting your energy like this?" She taunted, dragging Maka down by her hair. The younger landed face first on the concrete, reopening her injuries from her fight with Kuso and John. She stood up slowly, feeling pain emitting from her side.

Maka froze and wrapped an arm around her abdomen. She immediately remembered her stab wound and drew back her hand—her palm was caked with blood.

Suddenly, she let out a yell relatively similar to a battle cry and threw a reverse thrust to the enemy. The teen then dodged easily when she got a response to her hit. Miiro grunted when she missed the girl and went in for another hit, only to miss again.

Damn…this girl is fast…

"Stop moving, you brat!" She called, moving in closer. She managed to land a punch to Maka's face, immediately causing a nosebleed from the teen.

"Stop living, you bitch!" Maka spat. She charged at Miiro and jumped as high as she could before striking her with the hardest kick she could manage. The older fell to the ground, unmoving. Maka didn't hesitate; she walked up to her pulled her head up by her hair with one hand and smacked her across the face with the other.

What is up with this girl?! She's so…strong!

Miiro took more hits as she eyed Soul who was lying on the ground not too far from her and Maka.

It's the boy. She's avenging the boy.

Maka cried out again and spun Miiro around before shoving her into the cement. She stepped on her head, pushing Miiro's face into the ground.

"I've had enough of this," Maka heard Miiro mumble from the floor. Despite her somewhat drained energy, the meister stood strong. However, when she noticed that Miiro was doing the same, she felt panic rise in her chest. "I'm not even after you, girl! Ugh, do you know how much time you've made me waste?! Now I have to return to my base and fix myself up and—ugh!" She disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving Maka alone as she panted.

She then remembered her partner and did a 180 before running to his aid. She crouched down beside him and put his head on her lap.

"Soul?"

Silence

"Soul…"

Nothing.

"Soul!"

Absolutely—

"Wake up, idiot…!"

Nothing.

She took in a deep breath and flinched when this caused her side to burn more.

I have to save him.

How was she supposed to save him, though?

"Like when the madness took over…" She muttered to herself.

She shook her head; it wouldn't work again. Soul had eaten the little ogre and there was nothing else inside his mind to let her in.

So she sat there for a while, cradling him and mumbling his name every so often.

Maka guessed it had been a while, because the moon had disappeared, leaving the sun in its place. The sky slowly morphed from a dark black to a pale blue—it was probably around five in the morning.

"Nygus is going to check on me soon!" Maka realized aloud, popping up from the ground. She yanked at her hair and groaned, not knowing what to do. "Dammit, stupid Miiro…"

She looked down at Soul for a second before shutting her eyes and shaking her head. She couldn't leave him there, and there was no way she could bring him inside. However, as if by a miracle, the weapon in question groaned and turned to his side, blinking open his eyes a bit before propping himself up on his elbows.

Maka, alarmed, bent down to help him up but tripped and landed on top of him. She blinked at him but said nothing, and for a second she thought he'd just fall right back to sleep. He then whipped his head back and looked at the sky a second before looking back at her and smirking.

"Why you lookin' at me all weird like that?" He questioned.

Again, Maka stared at him without saying anything. Her shocked expression confused him even more.

"Do I…have something on my face?" Soul questioned, placing a hand on his cheek. Maka shook her head. "My hair is crazy," He patted down his hair a bit, "That's it, isn't it?" Again, Maka indicated that he was wrong. "Then…?"

The meister was about to speak when a yell addressed to her was heard in the distance.

"Where the hell are you?!"

It was Nygus.

Before Maka even thought of replying, she and Soul were joined by the older weapon, who had an angered look on her face.

"So, you snuck out to meet...Soul. And to do..." She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms.

Maka looked down at herself and then glanced at Soul. She immediately blushed and launched herself off the boy, dusting off her skirt and adjusting her vest. She ran a hand through her hair and threw it behind her shoulders before turning to face the nurse with a grin.

"We weren't doing what you thought we were doing." She said innocently.

"Then why do you have sex hair?"

Soul's eyes widened and he stood up, grabbing Maka's wrist.

"Well, we'd love to stay and chat but," He was about to leave with her when Nygus grabbed the meister's free hand.

"Oh, no. She's gotta rest and she's coming with me. Besides, I apparently need to keep an eye on you both."

Maka was about to deny, to say that they hadn't had sex, but Soul jumped in.

"Both, you said both, let me come with." He said quickly, shoving past Maka to face Nygus properly.

Maka then stepped in front of her partner just as he had done a moment prior.

"And Soul got hurt last night! He needs rest! I feel his wavelength dying by the second!" To this, Soul glanced at her, a slight hint of confusion in his eyes. He felt fine; what was she talking about? "I know you can't do much-if anything-to help someone's soul, but the least you could do is monitor him like you're doing to me..."

Again, Soul looked at her, this time his eyes firm.

"Maka, what are you talking about?"