A new chapter for my awesome story has now been posted. Aren't I awesome? Well I will just cut to the chase.

Disclaimer- I don't own soul eater.

Now, let's get on to the story.

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Maka set her brown suit case by the door. She let out a loud sigh.

Soul stood in front of the mirror in the hallway. Talking with Shinigami about his and Makas travel plans. They were leaving Death city to off and track down the imp. "If I were you guys, I would start looking over around Germany, I have been sensing some extra strong wavelengths, and they might belong to the mind kishin."

Soul nodded and the death god disappeared from the mirror. Soul turned and walked down the hall and sat down beside maka at the table. She took a sip from her coffee mug. "Is everything packed?"

Soul nodded and bite into his toast.

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The desert air outside of Death city was icy and dry. The two trudged through the frost covered sand. Their beige hooded cloaks swirled around them caused by the cold wind. Neither of them spoke a word as they walked to the deserts only building, the train station.

They held hands as they watched the train come to a halt.

A few qualities for the death city train were. One, you didn't need a ticket. Two, few people even went on the train. Just some Shibushin students departing on far off missions. And three, for some reason the train driver already knows where to take you.

They stepped in and sat down. They placed their suit cases by their feet. Soul pulled down his hood, then Maka. "What time will we be in Moscow?" Maka asked leaning her head in his shoulder. Soul pulled his sleeve up. "Around seven tonight. And our inn room is already booked."

She sighed and turned and looked out the window and watched the desert hills role by.

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Makas head dropped and jerked back up as the two stood at the counter in the inn lobby. Soul spoke the woman in Russian. She looked at him then Maka. She smiled and handed them their room key. As they started down the hall maka whispered in his ear.

"I didn't know you spoke Russian."

Soul shrugged. "Before I came to death city. During the summer, my family and I would travel from our home in England and travel from there to st. Petersburg where I and my brother would play for at the ball. And since we traveled a lot. I never really developed an English accent."

Soul slipped the room key into his coat pocket as they walked up the wooded stairs. Maka followed him up the stairs. He unlocked the door and they walked in. He set the bags down by the bed and striped down to his boxers and crawled under the covers.

About five minutes later Maka walked out of the bathroom in a large orange t-shirt and a pair of gray baggy shorts. She walked over and pulled the covers over her body. She placed her head on his chest. "I love you Maka."

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Maka flicked Souls head in an attempt to wake him up. "M-hmmm" He swatted her away with his hand and turned over.

She leaned down and whispered in his ear. "Soul, I want to have sex…" She leaned back up. Soul jerked back up and smiled at her. She fell back laughing. Soul crossed his arms and frowned. "Now Maka that isn't very fair."

Maka sat up and tossed him his shirt. "Now get up and get dressed. Our plane to Berlin leaves in an hour. And then you can touch me all you want."

Soul smirked at the blond, and jumped out of bed and pulled his pants on.

Maka walked over and sat on the couch. She was already packed back up and ready to go. She nibbled on some ravioli and watched Soul stagger around the room and try to get ready for the day.

He finally shoved a dounut in his mouth and the two headed for the airport.

They crawled into the yellow taxi and sat down. The driver turned around and asked. "Where to?" The man spoke with a heavy Russian accent. "Moscow airport please." Replied Soul. The driver nodded and started driving.

Three hours later.

Soul was surrounded in blackness when he felt pressure on his chest. He lifted his arms and pushed it away.

Soul pushed the ruble off of him and sat up. "Where am I?"

"Ah Soul, you're in your own mind. Even you would know that." Soul turned around slowly. The imp sat on top of a pile of rubble in the ornate chair. The red imp took a sip of his tea and looked at him.

"Why. Are. You. Here?" Soul snarled.

The imp stood up and walked over to about four feet away from him. "Why, this is my mind too." Soul clenched his fists and growled. "Liar"

"No I'm telling the truth when I say this. I'm part of you and you're part of me." The imp smiled even wider and disappeared. Soul growled again and looked at his feet and gasped when he saw his hands.

He looked just like the imp.

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Soul's eyes shot open. With a shaky hand he reached up and felt the top of his head, just his hair. He took one arm and wrapped it possessively around Makas thin form. Soul sighed and looked out the window of the plane.

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Sorry for the late update. But it has been posted… bye for now