Sara- Hey everybody

Maka- People reviewed so there is no Maka Chop

Soul- Why do you seem… disappointed by that?

Maka- I'm not!

Sara- Hehehe, I think you're a sadist and Soul's a masochist. Lolz!

Soul- This conversation is so uncool, which means it's over! Do you here me Sara? OVER!

Sara- Davey Storm991 does not own Soul Eater, although she cries herself to sleep each night wishing she did!

Soul- Don't ignore me!

Gone

Chapter Three

Time seemed to stop as the two stared at each other. Soul got off his bike, almost as if he was in a trance. Maka soon awoke from her daze, and realized she needed to get away as fast as possible. She jumped into her truck, started the ignition, and Soul ran back to his motorcycle. Their moment suspended in time was over, and the albino wasn't going to let that be the last he saw of her.

The young, female adult sped off, her one and only partner following, not to far behind. As the pair took twists, sharp turns, and tight loops through the woods, the bike seemed to disappear. The black pick up arrived at it's destination, and pulled into a long, loose gravel driveway. It pulled to a stop in front of a three story, large, Victorian styled house.

The property had about a rough 70 acres, and behind the house was the lake. It's normally glistening water were as stormy as the sky, and the air felt cold and threatening. A beautiful garden was on both sides of the porch and the small balcony was blooming with red Orchids and white and pink roses.

Maka lept out of her truck, running towards the front, double door, but when she glanced behind her, the orange bike flew out of the trees, skidded on the gravel, and flipped over, its rider falling off. The twenty six year old did a 180 turn, sprinting to him, screaming his name.

"SOUL! OH GOD PLEASE? SOUL! PLEASE DON'T BE DEAD, PLEASE?" She shrieked, feeling cold.

The moment she was in five feet of him, he leaped up, grabbing her left forearm. She became tense, not sure what to feel. His victorious grin faded as he caught a glimpse of her tearful eyes. Maka yanked her arm, trying to get away from him. Soul frowned, snatched up her other arm and backed her up until she was pinned to her own truck, her arms above her head.

"Y-Y-You t-tricked me. I-I thought you..." Her voice choked, and she lowered her head.

"Maka, look at me. Please?" He pleaded, his voice soft and husky.

Her stomach clenched as she looked into the eyes she had missed every single damn day. He leaned into her as it started to pour down on them. Maka's breathing hitched when she felt his breath on her face.

"S-Soul, I, how did you find me?" She stuttered, her brain starting to shut down.

"No way, I'm not answering any questions until some of my own are answered. Before you start, I'll tell you what I already know. Someone black mailed you into leaving by using me. They're probably inside the school, and your going to refuse to come back. Sound about right?"

She nodded her head, her high pony tail becoming undone. Her hair fell down below her waist, wet and messy. Soul felt a weird feeling inside his chest, but mentally shook himself. Now wasn't the time.

Lightning flashed over head, followed by aloud crack of thunder. The female Scythe meister stiffened, refusing to show fear to the Death Scythe. Concern flashed in Soul's eyes as he remembered that Maka was so terrified of thunder that she couldn't move when she heard it.

A loud crack was heard along with a flash of light a few feet away from them. The next thing he knew, she had thrown herself onto him, as a flash was seen right where he had been standing. The death grip on his hand was proof he should have been toast. Maka stood up, pulling him up as well and ran with him onto the porch where she fumbled with the keys from her pocket, her hands shaking violently. Soul grabbed the chain, picked the right key and opened the instant he shut them, his meister flung herself into his arms, sobbing. He slowly led her out of the foyer, and into the living room.

The black shelves were lined up with cook books and fictional novels and all of the furniture was a deep, dark brown. The couch was black with light blue pillows, and as they lay on it, Soul remembered how they had always done this when a thunder storm took place. This one, however, was extremely horrific, compared to Death City's mild few.

The two fell into a quiet silence as the storm started to move away, at an agonizing pace. When it finally subsided, he realized that he had been stroking her hair, comforting her silently. He wondered how many storms like that she'd faced alone, and felt like he'd been sucker punched in the gut.

"S-Soul?"

"Yeah Maka?" He replied.

"Thank you." She said, peering into his eyes, praying that this wasn't a dream.

"Anytime. I'm sticking with you for now on, 'cause I'm not gonna lose you again. Never again. I don't care if someone threatens to torture me for years, It's not cool to lose your partner." He said, full of determination.

His gaze swept over her very wet form, and stayed on a locket that was engraved with the name Serena.

"Your middle name?" Soul asked, gesturing to her locket.

"Yeah, it's my cover name. Serena Allen. It was easier to use instead of some random name." Maka replied, her gaze not flattering from his.

All of a sudden, the house phone rang, it's shrill tone making them jump. Maka got up to answer it.

Maka-"Hello?"

Noah-"Hi again Albarn. I found you."

Maka dropped the phone, stumbling backwards to get away, as her partner caught her.

And so, the real hunt begins.

Sara- I'm evil! Lolz. :)

Maka- I agree, and I don't want to be apart of this story if you keep on leaving us all on cliffhangers.

Soul- That was so not cool, you almost made me die in the storm. What a lame way to go.

Sara- Whatever you two. Make people review or I'll kill you both off. (Jk but they don't know that. ;) )

Maka- You heard her, review or I'll Maka Chop you all to death.

Soul- And I'll take your soul.

Sara- I will never get tired of this. HAHAHAHAHA

Soul and Maka- (sweat drop) (-.-) Help us!