Yep, still don't own Soul Eater... Yeah I really should be doing homework but this is more fun. I would really like a few more reviews guys... I don't know how this is going and if I made people OOC Please let me now. Wow this sounds like one of the messages you leave on your boyfriend's phone but three times as dumb. Okay I'm going to start the fic now.

Chapter 3

The Holy Sword:

Is this Miley's only chance?

Stein was looking over some notes with his usual cigarette hanging from his mouth. His class had just started soul resonance and there was a great deal of variety of levels from large to none at all. The none of all was Miley, no one could resonate without a partner. He felt a soft hand on his shoulder.

"You shouldn't work so hard," Marie teased. "She still having trouble?" She said lying her chin on his shoulder.

"How could you tell?" Stein asked. "I haven't really kept you updated on the comings and goings of one student."

"True, but you only poor over class notes when you are trying to help her. It's nice of you, Franken."

"I'm not doing it to be nice, I will admit I'm rather fascinated I've never really seen anything like this before. She can't find a partner, she can't bond with anyone. She has tried to but either she gets hurt or they do. It's like her soul is really picky. It seems to be unable change to accept with anything or anyone."

"Maybe she can't, her soul maybe not as flexible as other people's. Not everyone can do what you do Franken." His partner pointed out.

"Marie, you just gave me an idea."

"Well, if you have theory you are going to need coffee." She replied and headed toward the kitchen. Stein took another puff of his cigarette and got back to his notes. Did Marie know his habits now? He looked toward the door and wondered when they had become so close or if they had grown part after school?

Miley was at the library she had read all of the books she had brought with her twice. She wondered around the fiction section. She found a reference book stuck on one of the shelves. She wondered how it got put there. She opened the book just out of curiosity she opened it. A piece of paper fell out of the cover. It said three simple sentences and very neat hand writing.

Can bond with anyone.

There is no chosen hero!

If you can put up with him you can have him!

Miley felt her heart leap. The Holy Sword could bond with anyone. She was anyone wasn't she! If he was rude or obnoxious she could deal with that. A partner with a poor attitude was better then no partner at all. She headed out the door. She was off!

She arrived at the base of cliff. She titled her head back and took a few steps backward so she could see the top. She smiled and wondered how long it would take to climb? Not that she cared she was going get stronger for her partner. She pulled herself, she felt rock digging into her palms. She wondered what would happen? The book said that who ever controlled the holy sword would be great hero, but she didn't want to be a hero, she just wanted a partner she wanted be able help. She wanted prove that she was her parents child!

She finally made it to the top. She looked down over the edge. On her way back down she would have be careful not to fall. She took a little breather before heading inside. She fought agaisnt the current of the stream as she headed toward the back of the cave. She found a fairy.

"Hi, there I am here to find the Holy Sword am I in the right place?" She asked. The fairy made a face. "I know that he's annoying but either I get him as a partner or I don't have one at all." The fairy flew away. She arrived and found the sword stuck in a stone. She stared at it.

She walked over slowly and stop with the sword in arms reached. She knew this was her only chance. She reached out and took hold of the sword. She knew instantly something was wrong. She felt a burning pain on her palm and then before she knew was happening slammed hard into the wall of the cave. She felt more the pain in her heart was a great deal bigger than any other place.

When she arrived home, the place was dark. She flick on the light found what she needed to clean up her hand. She was so tried and weak. She wondered if she was able to get up for school... She fell on to her bed and felt the sting tears form. She just let them fall... she was alone so she could be weak.

Alright thats the end of that one. Thanks for reading so far! Tell me what you think.