Yeah ok so i used an OC when i said i wasn't going to. Trust me im disgusted with myself. *.* But there was no one else i could have used, so what was i supposed to do?

Also yeah, took a while for me to get around to writing this, so it's later than i expected. But i have been away so I have an excuse. :D

Haha I loved writing this chapter, twas fun! :D

I own nothing I swear!

Also 99 reviews! Hahahahahaha YAY! Thankyou so so much!

MakenshiCrona: Honestly the album isn't as good as their others, which i am a bit sad about, but it's Linkin Park so i can't be too harsh, seeming they are my favorite band. :D

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Chapter 9

Maka didn't know where she was going, nor did she care, she just wanted to get as far as she could from her weapon.

Why was this happening to her? Isn't this why she wanted to avoid falling in love in the first place? Soul was just the same as any scum of a guy, no matter how much Maka had thought otherwise. She thought Soul was different. So she had allowed herself to fall for him, but she accidentally fell too hard.

Maka wiped her eyes on the back of her hand, the cloth of her glove soaking up the moisture quickly. She had failed herself. The only time she ever would allow herself to trust someone of the opposite sex was during the times she was with Soul, thinking he wasn't the sort of guy who would hurt her. But she was wrong, he had stabbed her, pierced her through the heart, twisted the blade around before ripping it out, and the worst thing about it was that he probably didn't even know how much it hurt, or care for that matter.

The broken Meister felt something cold and wet hit the top of her head, it was raining. Funny how the weather could depict her mood so well. Was it coincidence? Or was the weather like the moon, which bled when something bad happened? Did the sky cry when she cried? It wouldn't be surprising if her theory rung true. Death City was really a strange place like that.

She stumbled slightly, before tripping over fully, Grazing her knees on the cold, wet concrete of the side street she was now lying helplessly in. She didn't bother getting up. Why should she? She had nowhere to be, no one to see, no one to care for, nothing to do, nothing to become, nothing to live for. Why should she get up?

'For Soul.'

Maka hit herself on the head before shoving her head in her hands. How could she still be thinking those things after what she just saw?

'Because you love him.' The damn voice in her head told her simply.

She pushed herself up against the alley wall. Wrapping her arms tightly around her legs, trying to hug the pain away. It was really raining now. Maka knew she should be cold but the chills weren't seeping through like they ought to be.

"Maka!"

It was Soul, Maka knew that much.

"Maka, where are you!" His voice was coming closer.

"Piss off Soul." She whispered. Not breaking from her transfixed gaze.

Of course he didn't hear. She didn't want him to see her like this, see her upset because of him. It would give away too much of how she felt about him. It would ruin her friendship not to mention partnership. But her soul waves were giving away too much anyway. She sent out a rather angry pulse of emotion through their in-sync soul wavelengths, hoping to drive her partner away from her, if he valued his life. It became apparent that he didn't because he sent a sympathetic and...was it loving? Pulse back to her.

She grit her teeth in anger, she would run from him. But before she had the chance to escape, he rounded the corner and sighted her hunched over on the ground.

"Maka! Get up, you'll catch a cold."

She didn't move.

"Come on. Do you want to get sick?" Soul moved closer to her, crouching down and placing a warm hand on her shoulder, in which she threw off forcefully.

"Fuck off." She whispered, still not making a move to rise from her spot on the ground. Maka didn't usually swear, but when she did she meant it. Everyone knew that you did as she said if you wanted to walk away unharmed, as she was quick to resort to violence, especially if she was in a bad mood.

But Soul didn't heed her warning, instead he moved around her tucked up figure, attempting to see her face.

"I don't know how much you saw, but if you noticed I wa-."

"I don't care for excuses Soul. It doesn't matter now. Actually thank you. You made me finally realize that there are no exceptions in the male kind, they are all backstabbing pieces of shit, everyone of them." She cut him off. Finally lifting her head, to show him the pain painted in her eyes. Maka felt the guilt wash through his Soul. It made her slightly happier, knowing that he felt guilty for what he did.

The Meister slid herself up the wet brick wall, standing up, ready to face whatever excuse he was going to use next.

Soul stood up also, only slightly towering over her.

"It's not an excuse Maka! Sure your father is a 'backstabbing piece of shit' but I promise you that I'm not." He was looking her straight in the eyes, dead serious.

Maka huffed, not believing him at all.

"Now. If you'll let me explain. I didn't kiss her, she threw herself on me. I couldn't do anything to stop her...you know what fan girls are like..." He trailed off shuddering, as if he was remembering some horrible moment in the past. "Besides you know cool guys don't cheat..." He paused. "Not like we were in a relationship or anything..." Soul rubbed the back of his head, slightly embarrassed at what he just blurted out.

"Why should I believe you... All the men I know are cheating son's of a bi-." She was cut off, surprised as Soul grabbed the front of her shirt in anger, and pushed her back against the wall forcefully. Maka's red and puffy eyes widened in shock as he crushed his mouth to hers in earnest. His lips were slightly rough, but gentle at the same time. She closed her eyes. It was how she had imagined it, except her fantasies didn't involve rain, cold and rough walls. Not that Maka minded.

Soul pulled away first, keeping their foreheads touching he mumbled with his eyes still closed.

"Just trust me ok?"

She shivered when his warm breath blew gently across her face.

"Mhmm." Maka mumbled in response, giving in.

Soul backed up and let go of her shirt, grabbing instead her hand, instantly warming it up.

"Anyway, what where you coming to get me for anyway?"

"Um, I was wondering if you wanted to go see a movie tonight, as we missed out the other day..." Maka explained, slightly shocked at what had just happened.

"Sure a movie sounds cool." He smirked and walked in the direction they had come from. Pulling her along by their still joined hands.

"Soul wait." She stopped, pulling him back.

"Mm? What?"

"..."

"Thank you." Maka mumbled, looking down.

"No problem."

God Soul is so smooth.

Oh and i was wondering what you guys want to happen in the end of this story? I have an idea of what I want, but I'm not the one reading it am i? So i would appreciate it if you told me your thoughts on what you guys want to happen.

ALSO ALSO! MakaXSoul fans if you haven't already watched this i highly recommend it. It was really my inspiration through out this chapter...and for some reason it makes me sad... I dunno just watch it ok?

www(dot)youtube(dot)com(forward slash)watch?v=MO8bVYWFf4k