Hey guys, Soul here once again!

I have been trying very hard to keep the characters true and have been watching / reading Soul Eater time and time again and also have (metaphorically) carved the Soul Eater wiki in my brain.

So I hope the characters are real and act in the way they should. Now without further delay I present the 3rd chapter!

Maka turned to see forever lazy, red eyes which gazed back at her. Soul didn't have his sweatband on his head which let his silver hair fall naturally. Instead of his normal clothing he had a white T-shirt with a light blue soul (like the souls that Maka can see) on it and a blue shirt over it, unbuttoned, and simple dark grey chinos and a dark red converse like design for his shoes.

"Maka...?" Soul asked.

"Soul...?" Maka asked.

Green and red eyes meet "Why are you here?" they said in unison.

"You first"said Soul, wanting to know why she was on the other side of town.

"No, you first" Maka hastily blurted, thinking of an excuse for why she was on the other side of town.

"This place also sells music" It was the truth, 'Headstone Hall' did also sell music in different media's but its main seller was books and one look in Soul's bag would show the latter.

Knowing it was Maka's turn, she lied "I wanted to explore the city more".

"While rain threatens to flood the city? Sure thing Maka." Soul smirked, knowing full well that so much sarcasm in one sentence annoyed her.

"Just shut up you-" Maka was ready to hit him over the head. But she was stopped when he pulled out an envelope as if it was a shield.

"What is that?" asked Maka, suddenly curious as a cat.

"It's for you, Black*Star told me to give it to you today but I forgot to give it to yo-?" Maka had put two and two together and realised that it must be the new spare key to Black*Star and Tsubaki's house. She grabbed it from Soul's hands and ran out of the bookshop and headed to the ninja's house like a bullet, leaving Soul none the wiser.

Thank god, Black*Star has Tsubaki or he would be hopeless! As Maka ran through the thick and heavy rain and almost ran into the door in haste. As her numb fingers ripped the envelope apart, her face turned to despair. It wasn't a key it was autograph belonging to Black*Star and a note saying how he forgot to give it to her yesterday. Damn it!

Maka fell to her knees, not knowing what on earth to do. The ninja's were out of town and good old 'stripes' is too symmetry crazy for Maka today. And finally Maka realised how tired she was.

After god knows how long, the rain stopped yet the sound of it still engulfed her, she looked up and saw an umbrella and a shark-toothed teenager holding it.

"Yo Maka? You okay? Of course she is Soul Eater" He mocked himself "Hey Maka, come on say something."

Maka was cold. Too cold.

"Ok... up ya get..." Soul gentle got her to her feet.

"S-s-soul..." Maka stuttered, her veins felt like ice.

"It's okay... I'll get you warmed up in no time..." Soul helped her put one foot in front of the other, making sure that he didn't hurt her.

"S-soul... I-I..." Maka was fighting unconsciousness.

"Take it easy, you're gonna be just fine. I'm gonna..." Soul was still talking but Maka's sight and vision was becoming dull and blurry and she welcomed embrace of sleep.

The smell of coffee was the first thing that greeted as she stirred from her slumber. Then as Maka started to wake and her senses improved, she noticed that the rain sounded distance and muffled. But the most striking thing was the amazing amount of warmth. It was like another world from the cold and rain outside. Maka started to remember what happened before she fell asleep. Pulling herself together, Maka took in her surroundings: She was in a living room, on one of two couches which were in a right angle position and surrounded a coffee table. Maka found herself lying on her back; head propped up by a pillow, a hot water bottle on her stomach and covered in several layers of blankets.

"Maka? You up yet?" A voice from somewhere behind the couch called but in Maka's current state it could have been the floor talking.

"Wha... yeah..." Maka mumbled.

"Hey there" Maka found the source of the voice; it belonged to a shark-tooth albino holding two cups of steaming coffee.

"Where am I?" Maka asked, it was obvious to Soul how groggy she was.

"My apartment and here is a coffee, give it a minute to cool or you will burn yourself." Soul explained as he sat on the other couch. Soul also relished in the fact that he gave Maka a little order, then, realising that she could be pretty ill to get away with that.

"You brought me back to your apartment...?" wondered Maka aloud as she sat up, as if it was the last thing she'd expect a guy to do.

"Of course stupid, did you think I'd leave you out there in the rain?" said Soul with a hint of anger.

"Hey! You-" Maka stopped mid sentence to see Soul's usually lazy face twisted into a pained expression.

"I'm your weapon. Of course I would. Don't ever think that I wouldn't." There was a pause as they look at each other

Soul then looked up at the ceiling, scrunched his eyes closed and held the bridge of his nose. Ugh, not cool man! Not cool! Thoughts of Maka breaking his skull with every book in his apartment ran through his mind at 100 miles an hour.

"Thank you"

"Huh?" Soul was...well gobsmacked, for a lack of a better word.

Maka quickly averted her gaze and made a new topic out of embarrassment of doubting her own weapon. Maka reached for her cup of coffee and brought it to her and look into the warm drink before taking her first sip. "This is pretty good Soul." Maka smiled as felt the warm spread through her body.

"Trial and error." Mostly error. But wasn't that cool, so Soul left that last part to himself.

Maka had already had a coffee today and that was at the café, yet after what happened...it was like she never had it and so she had finished the coffee before Soul had half of his, he offered a refill and went to the kitchen to do so. As Maka waiting so looked at the apartment that she was in, now that she sort of recovered.

The couches and coffee table you already know. Opposite the couch that Maka was on was a modest T.V and affordably stereo set which were against the wall. Further a long that wall (Maka's left) was a navy blue door which must be the front door. Then the wall made a 90 degree turn and went a short distance until there was a window which looked out over the street below and over the roofs of low standing buildings. As the wall went on for not very long it made another 90 degree turn and lengthened for about 20 inches or more then another turn and there was the kitchen with a counter, table for two, a fridge, more kitchen appliances and one Soul Eater making coffee. Along one of the walls in the kitchen were two doors; one blue and one white and then the wall travelled back into the living room (There is no door between the kitchen and living room, it's like a big room) as the wall went on there was another door, white, and finally three large bookcases with books, records and a record player on a certain big shelf and the last 90 degree turn and Maka was back where she started.

Maka was puzzled about how small in reality the apartment was yet it felt big and 'homey'.

The sound of a hug landing on a coffee table brought Maka away from her previous thoughts.

"Coffee for table four" Soul joked.

"Thanks" Maka liked Soul's coffee more than that stupid café.

Phew! Chapter 3 done!

Hope you enjoyed! Leave a review if ya want.

Side note about the apartment: If I didn't do a good job or you have a better design of your own tell me if you want, I'd be interested to know.

Replay to 'IamEvilfearMe': Here it is buddy! :D Also thank you for being so kind and reviewing!

Soul~