A/N: I don't own Soul Eater; don't sue. I don't own NBC either. Thanks for the reviews guys! Sorry that I couldn't update it In time…I'm really sorry.

SapphireAnimeBubble: oh yes; Wes's girlfriend is coming too. Just you wait. Hehe! And so far, Barrel is known as Fla. ;D

I had a great Christmas! On Christmas eve, I got presents from my friends in California that I LOVE, they loved the ones I sent them, and my mom gave me a gift early; a little chibi Sally plushie!! If you don't know the Sally I'm talking about…Holy crap; WHY ARE YOU READING THIS?! Maka plays her! Haha; speaking of, onto the story!

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His Nightmare Before Christmas

Chapter 4

Brought In

The white and black boots clomped along the sidewalk. Out of her costume, Maka was headed home. She was fighting depression; as she clung heavily to the costume that took Soul's breath away that now sat upon her chest, just above her heart. Despite fighting depression, anger was her main emotion right now. A pout was the evidence. "Damnit, Soul…." She mumbled, "Did he really have to take the bike?!" With her anger escalating, what she wanted it to do to avoid the opposite, her footsteps went from that of a power walk to stomping in the familiar rage. "He's making dinner tonight!" But her anger quickly faded. She stopped, and turned her head to the sky as the sun set. "…I'm not gonna get home in time, am I?"

Boys and girls of every age!

Maka stopped as the familiar melody was now bashing into her skull. "Huh…?" Voices came from the road behind her. "You and your Nightmare high…" A chuckle followed the statement. "Oh, shaddap!" Someone snapped back, "Hey…!" The wind around Maka suddenly quickened pace. She could swear it was as miscellaneous trash around her was instantly blown up and away. The wind then began to start to reach a pace where Maka thought even she was to be blown away and built her guard up and closed her eyes; only to have an engine come into her ears as it stopped. The engine's sound remained as Maka opened her eyes, finding it to be Ana and her weapon on their form of transportation, an air board. The board was a metallic black and red, and its speakers were blasting 'This is Halloween' By Panic! At the Disco. "Need a lift?" Ana stated with a cocky smile. Ana was wearing a red coat that was a bit big on her; but looked like it would be perfect on her weapon. Her blond weapon just hung onto her tight in his normal day wear; black all around. Maka decided to take Ana on her offer, and was quickly helped onto the board.

And just as quickly as she was on it, she was then off. She then turned with a smile to her friends. "Thanks for the lift, guys."

"Anytime!" Ana beamed, "Don't you guys have a way to get places faster than that?"

"Oh, we do. Just that Soul took it when he…" Despite Maka's happy time with her newfound friends, three words came back to haunt her right then and there. "Then butt out." All of her depression came back to her, and her head was once again low like her mood. Ana's weapon had been with her long enough to tell something was wrong, different, or bugging her. Since Ana and Maka were very much alike personality wise, this was an easy clue that she was depressed all over again. Ana, however, was clueless. "Hey, are you ok…?" She got no response, which brought worry into Ana's heart. Soon, Ana's eyes widened as she hopped off the air board to hug her friend. "M-Maka?!" With a few heartbroken gasps the reality was clear; Maka was hurt and crying. "H-Hey!"

"A-Ana, me and Soul f-fought at the reversal…I-it wasn't good, either…"

"Tsubaki told me…Is that why you broke down and had to…?" But despite the tears, a certain blonde interrupted. "No duh." This just made the situation worse as Ana turned her head. "Be considerate!!" She yelled at him. The two had their issues to work out still. It was like how Maka and Soul started; bickering at each other every now and then. That was the easiest way to put the words they tended to exchange in a situation like this. But this time, Ana had one, and her weapon took his respected slump and pout. Maka just watched the two and laughed. And despite his pout face, the Spear just decided to s1witch it to a smile; cause hey. Someone was. Speaking of someone, A certain scythe was looking down from the window of his room. "Well, see ya.." He said, walking away and out to the living room as the three continued to say their farewells; least until tomorrow.

It was all quiet as a door was shut . Maka sighed at the sight of no Soul. So she could just make herself something quick and head straight to her room and forget the entire day. She ran to the kitchen, opening the cub bored and looking for something exactly that quick to make. A box of pocky caught her eye; despite it being labled as Soul's, she stashed it away in a pocket anyway. She took one step to leave the kitchen and make her way to her room when a sudden deep voice came from the living room. "Don't make me something;" He spoke, scaring her a little, and sending her back into her depression, "I already ate." The girl stayed still. She took three seconds of silence. "…Did you plan on leaving me alone like you did?"

"Figured it was fair." Maka whipped around the refrigerator at his words, anger now entering her tone again. "No! It wasn't! The only reason I'm here now is because I broke down at the rehearsal!"

"Not cool, Maka."

"Not cool?! Is that all you have to say to me?!" Soul sighed. He just sat there, laid back, not letting it phase him. That's how it looked, anyway. Soul, however, was hurting inside. He truly knew it was his fault, and it's that way for keeping his family from her for many, many years. "Do you not see that I care about you?!" Maka hollered. "You just don't grasp that whatever you've got wrong with you…I'll always listen to it. If you need me, just let me help!"

"Maka, this is nothing. Honest."

"Then what was with that--…" The memory made her lose her words. "That stare?" She began to shutter, "And those words? Soul, something's wrong."

"No there--."

"I've been with you for a few years now, Soul. I know when something's wrong."

With all this venting Maka was finally doing, it was natural that, because of her true feelings for Soul, she began to tear. "But you never tell me what I-it is…." Soul let the tears increase in his silence, until he finally realized there was going to be tears; and this fight was going to get worse. He sighed. And because Maka just wanted to see him happy, her head lifted. "Its not that I don't want you to help….I just don't want to bring you into it."

"You brought me into it when you said what you did at the rehearsal."

"Fine. I'll let you get involved."

"H-How…?"

"I'll come to you for anything I need." It was a small assurance. This 'Anything' could have well ended up being nothing at all. But it was all Maka needed. Her tears quickly dried, and she soon had a small smile upon her face. "Thanks, Soul." He remained quiet for a few more moments. He wasn't happy with letting Maka get involved. This was a family obligation, and did not want to risk Maka getting bested by his brother; and leaving him in anger. He could picture that very vividly, actually. But all was still quiet, when he read his name on the pocky. "…So you've stolen my pocky, huh?" Maka then let a little red sprinkle on her cheeks. "There's nothing else because it was your turn tonight!" Soul's eyes widened at the fact he forgot his duties. Maka just smirked. He apologized, then dashed for his room. Maka could have sworn it was a power walk. The room was a mess. But better than it used to be before the Death Scythe arrangement. Most of his bedding was gray, with the steel being black. Every other furnishings in the room were the exact black. After just standing there, Soul was bored and flopped down upon his cushiony bed. There lay a book next to him. And it was just as fast in his hands as it was noticed. Turns out, it was the Nightmare script! May as well rehearse after skipping it. Maka was reading hers in the living room, munching on her pocky. Despite having the chocolaty biscuit stick in her mouth, What's This was being fittingly hummed.

Soul soon came out of his room, flipping page by page through the script until there was a big divider that caused him to stop labeled 'FINALE'. Maka finally finished her first pocky stick, reaching for her second knowing how addicting it was, as Soul finally decided to shut his script. "Oi, Maka?"

"Uh-huh?"

"How long has it been since you've seen Nightmare?" She stood up to put the pocky away, putting her second skitch in her mouth. She then began thinking, when was the last time she saw Nightmare anyway? "That's kinda pathetic you gotta think on it." Soul smirked, growing impatient with his meister. Maka then glared. "Jogging my memory, Jackass." She then fully pivoted her body towards him with a bang of her foot and a smile. "Telling by the stomp..?"

"So long that I completely forgot the ending!"

"Wha??!"

"I haven't seen it since the divorce." Maka shrugged; it had been some time since her mother and father split. "It's been forever." Soul then face palmed. How could she have been so excited about the play, yet completely forgotten the ending?! Maka just laughed, lowering her head to look up at him with her playful smile. Soul couldn't help but resist the urge to smile back; she was so cute--Wait, he shook it off! What was with him and thinking Maka was adorable?! "Hey, all the better, right?" She piped up, breaking him from the trance of cute. "Huh?" He blinked, all attention to her, and not Black Star who just flew past the window dressed as Santa. (Maka didn't notice either, thank god.)

She smiled. "We can find out the ending together!" Soul just stared. Boy, was she--DAMNIT NOT COOL. He quickly nodded. "Yeah; it'll be cooler that way."

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Bitchbitchbitchbitchbitch. *smack'd* Fun fact. Maka's pocky was actually going to be Ramen originally. I had some pocky today and changed it, haha! Also, if there's any grammar errors in Maka's little speech, I say she's breaking down again |D; Along with that, Soul's room is based off of my Dad's room! I spent the night there for Christmas. Part of me actually wanted me to have them do the pocky kiss here. I am such a nutball, but you all have to wait! Hahaha! While Black Star as Santa? …Random. I blame something I ate. XDDD

Next time: Wes has arrived! Wait--Who's the snotty chick? And ouch, Soul, that's gotta hurt.

See ya! X3

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