DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Soul Eater or it's lovely characters.

Shout out to: SeniorFuzzyBuns for reviewing twice. Not only that, but writing encouraging words. By the way, did you read his story? You should.

OK. Let's see if I can step it up a bit...

Chapter 4: The Wound that is Healed by Love.

"Maka, come back to me..."

Soul paced around the apartment for hours. He sat down somewhere, got back up, and then began to pace again. He eventually grabbed the remote to the TV and sat on the couch. He stood up abruptly and threw the remote against the wall.

Suddenly the door flung open to reveal the blue haired meister and his weapon.

"MAKA! YOUR GOD IS-" Black*Star stopped in his tracks at the doorway seeing Soul standing there, head down, tears falling.

"Soul. Are you ok?" Tsubaki ran over to Soul and placed a hand on his shoulder, carefully.

"Man, Maka wouldn't want you to be crying." Black*Star tried his best attempt at not showing his brotherly-love for the blonde girl. "She wanted you to be safe."

"I know that! I know that now!" Soul snapped back at Black*Star who accidentally let a tear slip out of his closed eyes.

"You know she loved you."

"Loved? You say that as if..."

"In the past tense? Yeah. She did love you. Then you ignored her. You pushed her away for people like Blair, with a d-cup." For once, Black*Star sounded calm, collected.

"Do you think if I told her I didn't want to hurt her she'd understand?" Soul was trying to find a way to fix it.

"Bastard! By wanting to 'protect' her, she got hurt even more!" Black*Stare glared at him. "Don't you remember the day you came home from a club, wounded? Maka treated you after fighting you. You were drunk, and you hit her. When she finished, she ran over to my house, bleeding from your scythe cut. And you say you didn't want to hurt her."

"I..."

"You better fix it, Soul." Black*Star and Tsubaki walked over to the kitchen and sat down.

Soul just stood there. He let the tears stream down his face. And after a while, he fell to his knees, his hands over his face, crying because of the mistake he made but didn't see.

"Soul, Black*Star, Tsubaki. Maka's stable and awake. It took some time because this isn't a hospital, but if I had her moved, she'd be dead." Stein said, stepping out of the room with a bloodied towel.

"Thank you!" Soul rushed over to her side. He saw her pale face, her skinny frame, and her weak smile.

"Soul..."

"YAHOO! MY DISCIPLE HAS FINALLY AWOKEN! YOUR GOD COMMANDS YOU TO GET WELL SOON!" Black*Star jumped on the edge of Maka's bed. Maka let out a silent squeak of pain as the motion hit her.

"Maka, I'm glad you're ok."

"Same here." Everyone turned around to see Kid, Liz, and Patty standing in the doorway. Kid was holding a case file in his hands. He opened it to the first page.

"Kaito Hayashi, the brother of Kishin Asura. Seems like he has a lot of people after you, Maka." Kid lifted his golden eyes to meet her green ones. "He has three people living in this apartment complex to track your every move. Sounds like someone out for revenge would do..." Kid trailed off and lowered his gaze to his feet.

"What?" Maka spoke, her voice still a little scratchy.

"The Kishin Asura was a powerful Kishin... If this is his brother, he could be equally powerful, if not more. And his hatred only furthers to extend that power that he harbors... He's been taking souls across the country. Yours, Maka, suits two purposes. A snack and making him-"

"The second most powerful Kishin in history..." Maka finished his sentence. "Because of my blood? Part Meister, part weapon, and part black. Right?"

Kid only nodded. "He won't stop until he has you or we stop him. What do you want to do?"

"Do I have a choice? That bitch is becoming a Kishin. And he's hunting my friends and loved ones to drag me closer. Not gonna happen. This bitch is going down."

Everyone stared at the blonde Meister as her eyes were filling with a fire that was only visible to those who bothered to look. Her smile was gone, her cheery demeanor was turned into an angry one.

"Alright. I'll come up with a plan. Black*Star, gather weapons. Maka..." Kid paused and waited for her to look up at him. "Get better. I'll bring the plans to you soon. Soul, take care of her. Tsubaki, can you manage getting each Meister-weapon team a car?"

"Yes." Tsubaki answered, smiling.

"ALRIGHT! YOUR GOD SHALL SUPPLY YOU WITH THE BEST WEAPONS! AHAHAHAHA!"

Everyone just sweat-dropped. Liz rolled her eyes, Patty started laughing. Kid began yelling at Black*Star because he was asymmetrical, then turning back to Liz and Patty telling them how asymmetrical they are. Tsubaki stood there and smiled, trying to get them all to calm down. Soul still sat by Maka, holding her hand tightly, refusing to let go. He was scared that if he let her go, he would lose her.

"Feels just like it was when we were in high school, huh?"

"No kidding..." Soul looked at Maka whose smile returned.

"I AM THE GREAT BLA-"

"YOU'RE AN ASYMMETRICAL FOOL!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GIRAFFE!"

"Black*Star, please! Calm down!"

"Wait... if Kaito wanted to kill me... then why did he drug me at the bar, and leave me alive?" Maka asked silently to Soul.

"To make you paranoid. He thought you would slip up and walk right into his trap if he did that. He was wrong so he switched to plan B. You know how that turned out. He didn't have a C, so now he has to go make one." Soul gripped her hand a little tighter before turning back to the fighting and laughing bunch.

"Should I make them leave?" Soul asked.

"No, it's o-" CRASH!

"I AM THE GREAT BLACK*STAR! THIS TABLE IS NO MATCH AHAHA!"

"Get them out."

In the weeks that followed, Soul nursed Maka back to health. Not only did she make a speedy, and full recovery, but she was sleeping better, and she was no longer sickly skinny. Of course, she gained back the weight in all the right places for Soul. Soul couldn't help the nosebleed he got when she walked around in shorts and a tank top. Her perfectly toned long, long, long legs, her skinny waist, her flat stomach, her perfect, B-cup breasts.

Just thinking about it, he got a nosebleed.

It was now Monday, and the mission would start today. Soul gathered all his courage to tell Maka what he felt for her. These past few weeks, he fell in love with her. All of her.

It was six in the morning. Everyone had agreed to meet in front of Maka's at six thirty. Maka was already dressed and ready, her plaid skirt and vest all in place. She grabbed her bag with everything she needed. After throwing it by the door, she sat down on the couch, placing her sock-clad feet on the coffee table and taking a sip of her tea.

Soul walked in to the living room after throwing his bag next to Maka's. He sat down next to her and took her hand in his. Maka looked at him with curious eyes and a confused expression, topped with a blush. She quickly looked away, feeling her cheeks heat up.

Soul chuckled and placed his hand over her cheek, bringing her to face him. He suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her into a tight, bear hug. "Maka..."

"What are you... Soul?"

"Do you have any idea how fucking scared I was?" Maka began tearing up, so did Soul.

"I'm sorry... I-"

"No! I thought you were dead!" Soul silently yelled, inhaling her scent. "If Stein didn't come out of that room with good news, I would've killed myself." Soul began softly sobbing into the crook of her neck. Maka's hands, which were still suspended in the air from shock, brought them down to rest on his back.

"I won't do it again." Maka sighed against his shoulder.

"You better not." Soul pulled back and let Maka see the sad look in his eyes. "I don't know what I'd do. I wouldn't be able to move on. I love you too much."

Maka's eyes widened and her hands dropped to her sides, slowly. "I-"

"Enough..." Soul cut her off with his finger, which was soon replaced with his own, perfect lips. He placed his hands on the small of her back, making her shiver, before pulling her up against his chest. Soul lifted her up and moved her over so that she was on top, straddling him. Maka allowed it, knowing this is what she wanted, and knowing Soul didn't want anything more than this.

Soul used one hand to hold her close, afraid to let her go, while the other moved up and down her legs before returning and allowing the other to do the same. He licked her bottom lip, earning a gasp of surprise and entrance. He slipped his tongue inside, and began to battle with Maka for dominance. She squeaked a few times from the kiss and the way Soul's touch made her body feel like it was on fire. A good fire. A pleasure fire. But it wasn't lust.

Soul laid Maka on her back against the seat of the couch, still not breaking the kiss. Breathing heavily, he crawled on top of her and continued his search of her body. He moved his lips from her mouth to her eye, placing a light kiss there. Her eyes fluttered shut at the sheer gentleness he used. He moved lower, placing a kiss on the corner of her lips, her jawline, and right below. He moved his lips to her exposed neck, lightly kissing, trying not to mar the beauty called Maka.

He moved the shirt away from her shoulder and began kissing, sucking lightly, leaving little marks. He was eliciting squeaks and moans from Maka, pushing him further. He was about to move his lips back up to her own when a knock on the door was heard.

Soul could feel his face turn red. Maka understood completely, but didn't say anything about Jr. Maka got up and walked over to the door. Before she opened the door, she turned back around to Soul. "Don't you need-"

"I'll get it later." Soul looked away towards the window. He understood exactly why it was like this, why Maka made him so happy. Her touch was like electricity, her lips were so perfect, it was almost like a dream. Maka could say the same for Soul. It was like, neither of them wanted to admit it, for some unknown reason.

Maka opened the door to Kid, Liz, and Patty. Kid smiled at Maka before nodding to Soul. "Ready?"

"Yeah, the cars are outside?" Maka asked.

"Yeah, here's yours." Kid handed a set of keys on a red keychain to Maka "Your car is the black Camaro with the red license plate rim."

"Sweet!" Maka looked back to Soul, "I am SO driving."

Maka slipped on her boots, grabbed her coat, and snatched both their bags before heading down to meet all the others. Soul followed her out the door after slipping on his own shoes.

Maka put everything in the trunk and walked over to Tsubaki and Black*Star, giving them each a hug. Soul just stood there by the car, giving off a shark-tooth grin and waving. He sat down in the passengers seat, finally relaxing. Not long after, Maka got in the car as well. All she had to do was follow Kid, with Tsubaki behind them, and they'll be there in no time.

"Maka," Maka turned to Soul, just in time to meet his lips. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to melt into him, into the kiss. Pulling away, he looked into her green eyes, "We're going to kill him."

Maka nodded as she slipped the keys into the ignition, starting the car. Kid followed suit, and Tsubaki right after. Kid backed out of his space and drove away, being followed closely by Maka and Tsubaki.

Maka had determination printed all over her face. Her eyes were narrowed, her hands clenched the wheel tightly, her body was stiff. She drove clean and fast. Her eyes only moved from the road once, and that was when Soul put his hand on her thigh.

"Don't make me Maka-Chop you." Soul quickly pulled his hand towards him, fearful for his life.

"I'm just trying to make you feel better." Soul looked at his lap "I hate it when you're stressed."

"I know." Maka said, looking straight ahead.

"Relax a bit?" Soul asked, looking at her perfect figure.

"Alright." Maka visibly relaxed. Her shoulders became less tense, her body's muscles became unclenched, the vice grip she had on the wheel loosened.

"Better." The Meister-weapon team smiled at each other.

"It feels weird to call Maka Albarn my girlfriend." Maka gave him a confused look before turning back towards the road, turning where Kid did. She checked her mirror for Tsubaki. Right behind her.

"You don't want to be?" Soul asked, looking hurt.

"I do. I just didn't think you'd ask." Maka smiled. Soul grabbed her free hand and squeezed it lightly.

"Yes, boss." The boy with orange hair closed his phone and stared to the army in front of him. "Go find Maka Albarn!"

"YEAH!" The army yelled before separating into twelve groups of ten.

"Maka Albarn. You will be mine. One way, or another." Kaito sat at his desk, holding a picture of Maka. The room was pitch black except for the lamp above his desk. "One way, or another."

lessthanthreedance: I'm starting school on the 20th. Depending on my schedule will determine when I post. But don't worry, writing these fictions will be a part of my homework.

Soul: Is this almost over?

Maka: Yeah, you're making it seem like it...

lessthanthreedance: Hell no! You just wait.

Crona: Please review- I don't know how to deal with this... uh... please review this story.

Patty: OR THE GIRAFFE DIES!

Thanks for reading and reviewing! :D