Anthology of Soul Eater

AN: Hey guys! This is the first oneshot of my Anthology of Soul Eater!~

Anywho, here's the thing. You readers can review and tell me what to write about next, I don't promise I'll get to them all though, just fill in this form:

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Without further ado, here is the form for the second chapter;

Subject: Justin and Maka fall in love

Pairing: Justin/Maka

Requirements: Soul dies in a motorcycle accident

Extra: Include Stein saying, "Well, on the bright side I finally got to dissect him."

Maka frowned as she placed the last of her and Soul's pictures together in a brown moving package. It wasn't like she was going to be moving out of her apartment or anything, its just, the pictures only brought up unwanted memories. It was amazing how many pictures of him were hung around the house, either purposely or on accident she couldn't be sure. All she wanted was to be free of the memory, the knowledge that she would never be able to fight with her weapon again.

She had gotten the call nearly over a week ago, the call that changed her perspective on life for the worst.

"Where is Soul?" Maka had complained, pacing around the house. Soul had said he was going to go get some fresh air, and to get some milk; to Maka's pleasure. But it had been two hours already, and it didn't seem he was in any rush to get home either.

Almost as if on cue the phone rang and Maka walked over to it, hesitant on who would be calling at such a time.

"Maka?" The voice belonged to Justin, to Maka's surprise. How could he be talking on the phone with headphones in?

"You can hear me?" Maka teased, pacing her house as she spoke.

"Of course I can." Justin replied, as Maka imagined his face grinning slightly. His voice changed however as he continued, "Maka, I have some news. Soul is dead."

Maka paused, soaking in this information as she froze on the spot. Her apartment seemed very quiet now, and all she could hear were the people on the other line.

"Well, on the bright side I'm finally getting to dissect him." Stein's voice echoed through her ears as she dropped the phone.

"Soul died in a motorcycle accident." When Maka refused to reply Justin quickly jumped onto a solution, "Listen Maka, I'll be over to your house in a second. Don't do anything rash now."

The phone line went dead as Maka stared at it in disbelief for a second. She had seen Soul just two hours ago, and now he was dead? She couldn't believe it. Slowly she picked up the phone and placed it back on the hook and sat down on the couch, waiting for this all to sink in and overwhelm her. It only took several seconds before she burst out crying.

Justin has always been true on his word, so following the phone call he came within ten minutes to console the girl. Surprisingly enough the boy had no earplugs in when Maka ranted on and on about how she would never become a great meister like her mother was. Every so often the boy would put in his comforting words and Maka would further tell him about all of her hopes and dreams.

The next days afterward Maka refused to leave her house, preferring the company of her memories over other people. When Tsubaki, Kim, or even her father would knock at the door she refused to answer it. But several days later there came a familiar knocking on her door.

"Maka! It's Justin!" Justin's voice called out from behind the door and to where Maka was sitting on the couch, looking at old pictures. She had decided beforehand not to answer the door to anyone. Maka stayed silent, closing her eyes, and like the others, expecting them to leave after assuming she was asleep.

"I know how hard this is for you. But perhaps if you had someone to help you-" Justin sounded as if he was talking to himself, although Maka could hear him clearly. There was something sincere about his voice that Maka heard that wanted him to be near her.

Despite her messy appearance she stood up and opened the door, surprised to see Justin with a bouquet of yellow lilies. He didn't gasp at her sorry state like Maka thought he would, but merely smiled at her.

"Can I come in?" He asked.

Maka couldn't speak as she just nodded her head and propped open the door more to make room for him. The house was a wreck she knew, and Justin's prim and polished outfit and demeanor made him look out of place in this environment.

"Do you have a vase?" Justin motioned his hand to the flowers as he asked.

"Yeah, there's one under the sink."

Justin placed the flowers in the sink as he obtained the vase and filled it up with water, all the while talking to Maka, "I haven't seen you that much lately." Maka was surprised at the disappointment in his face as he stated that.

"I just haven't been wanting to go outside lately." Excuses, all excuses, Maka soon realized after she spoke the words.

"I guess I'll just have to come and visit you more often then." Justin said, placing the flowers in the middle of the kitchen table, giving color to the otherwise dull surroundings.

"I don't know why you would want to visit someone as weak as me." Maka found herself saying, as she looked hard onto the ground. There was no good reason to explain why everything had to go so far downhill other than her own personal weakness.

She kept her eyes on the ground, but heard Justin's footsteps getting closer until he was standing right in front of her. Maka couldn't look up however, it was too demeaning to tell him all this and still be able to look into the young Death Scythe's eyes. She was bracing herself, although she didn't know why, for something to happen. For Justin to call her an unappreciative girl, for him to walk out the door. Anything other than what actually happened.

"Maka, you're one of the strongest girls I know." Justin said, "And I want to visit you because I care about you. So don't ever tell yourself anything different."

Time seemed to freeze as Maka looked up to see Justin standing there with a concerned look on his face. After all this time of her wallowing in self pity he actually looked like he was the one to blame. But in his eyes she saw the determination of his past that made him into the weapon he was today. All this at just a glance, but when there was nobody else around it seemed like almost an eternity.

"I know." Maka forced a smile onto her face, the first in what seemed like a while.

AN: This oneshot is shorter than most I am going to write. This prompt gave me a challenge to stay in character for Justin, who I find is very polite and organized. The pairing isn't my favorite, but I tried to make it work out for the story. ;D