Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater (sadly TTnTT), and I will be sorry if my readers have to wait long for other chapters.

Katsumi: Hey! What's up? I hoped the last chapter was satisfactory enough… better than my prologue at least. If you don't like something in here, give me a review! PLEASE REVIEW! PLEASE! And now, the story.

Chapter 2:

Soul

Maka went easy on him. She should've been shouting at him, 'cause of the way he was treating Patty. Who does that? Oh, wait. Myself and Maka. Now I remember. But she's not been herself lately, ever since we- I mean she defeated the Kishin. But why did she just stare at Kid? And WHY THE HELL did he blush when she looked at him?! Does he… No, he doesn't… But that would explain… Okay, this is too much for my cool self, and what I'm thinking is not cool at all. But does he have a crush on Maka?!

I'm walking down a deserted, city lane, when I see two people. The first person is Maka. I can see her outline (still flat-chested as ever). The second… Who is that? Oh no. Not cool. NOT cool. They're holding hands. CRAP! It's that lousy scum bag Kid. Oh, I'm angry now. I start to run at them.

"Soul, I love him, get over it, and don't attack him," says Maka. Easy for her to say.

"We're happier without you. I'm rich, and not a loser like you. Just stay out of this, Soul," Kid spits. Like he has the right to speak.

"No! Maka, why are you with this stupid loser guy? You shouldn't be with him. You're more than that. And Kid. Don't lay a finger on her, you lousy piece of junk." I grabbed Maka, and ran off.

I woke up, shaken. No, I said to myself. It was only a dream. Maka was making pancakes. And, off course Blaire's fish, my sense of smell told me. I walked in to find her cooking.

"'Morning, Maka," I said.

"'Morning, Soul!" she sang. I grinned at her.

"What?" she asked me.

"Nothing," I replied. I was so happy my dream was just a dream, and nothing else.

"So, want to visit Kid today? He's in the nurse's office," she asked.

"Eh? Why's he in the nurse's office?"

"Don't you remember? When he punched his mirror, He made his hand bleed. He lost a lot of blood, so he needed to be patched up so he could continue working toward making Liz and Patty Death Weapons," she explained

"Oh. Yeah, I remember. Let's got see him."

After breakfast, we went to see Kid. He was surprised to see us, but happy all the same.

"Hey," he said, smiling weakly.

"Hey," we said back. He looked paler than usual, which is saying something. He had a bandage wrapped heavily around his hand. His hair was untidy, and messed up, which was strange, and he had bags under his eyes. I couldn't help but stare at him.

"I'm, er, in a sort of messy state, aren't I," he said sheepishly. I just nodded. He smiled back.

"Kid, how did you lose so much blood?" asked Maka.

"Well, I fell on a couple of glass shards, you know, from my broken mirror. I've taken worse than this, though, so why should it have affected me like this? It's really weird, I must say. Father came to visit me, and it was kind of embarrassing. You, know, since everyone knows him…" He fell silent and blushed. "Well, I guess you both have more important things to do besides talk to me. So, I'll see you later then," he said, after an awkward silence.

"Yeah. I guess we'll go now. See you around." I said. We walked out.

Ok, my eyes are deceiving me. They are, aren't they. No, they aren't. Maka's not wearing pigtails. Wow, I think. It's really not like her, to not wear her pigtails. She's more hot without them, in my opinion. WHAT THE HELL?! Did I just say that Maka as hot? No, not cool. Not cool at all. That's not supposed to happen. I am not supposed to like her. She's my miester. Not my girlfriend, or my crush. I'm too cool for that. How am I supposed to keep it cool now? I can't. Of all the girls in the school, I have to have a subconscious and now conscious crush on Maka. Grr! Why does it have to happen to me? Terrifying and not cool. Okay, got to get back to staring at Dr. Stien, to get Maka out of my head.

"Okay, class. Just a reminder that Miss Marie told me to repeat to all of my classes is that the school's 750th anniversary dance is coming up. Everyone in this school will be coming, since this is mandatory. Miss Marie says you will look like a loser if you don't have a… dance partner I guess you would call it. Class dismissed" The bell rang.

"Dance partner?! DANCE PARTNER?!" I yell in my room later. Maka isn't home, but out shopping for food. Who will I ask? Looking like a loser isn't cool. I can't look like a loser. It would be too much for me to bare. Who should I ask? Well, I could ask… No. Someone else besides Maka. Maybe girls will be scrambling to get me because of my helping of the defeat of the Kishin? Maybe. I don't know, though. This is going to be tough. I wonder who's good to ask. Hmm, let's see. Blaire, Maka (no, shut up), Katie, Maka (I Already said no, so Shut Up!) Tsubaki, Maka (Shut UP!), Liz, Maka (SHUT UP!), Patty, or Maka (SSHHHUUTTT UUUUPPPP!). Those are the one that I could think of.

(in head: maka, maka, maka, maka! MMMMAAAAAKKKKKKAAAAA!)

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOO! WHAT THE HELL?! THIS IS NOT LIKE ME! I DON"T LIKE LIKE MAKA! GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I HATE THIS! WHAT'S GOING ON?!

Katsumi: Well, nice ending there! Seems he's going loopy for Maka, doesn't it. I don't know, maybe Soul should say something to all you dear readers?

Soul: SHUT UP! I HATE YOU WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME NOT LOOK COOL?!

Katsumi: Well, Mr. Grumpy-pants! I might just get Maka in here to talk to you. Would ya like that?

Soul: (silence)

Katsumi: Ok! Sorry if this took a while. Busy with other stuff. Also, sorry if this isn't more like Soul. I tried to write how he would speak, but it might have failed. Tell me if it did! REVIEW, PLEASE! Ok, until next time, Katsumi out.