A/N: OMG! I am SO sorry! I remember saying you only had to wait till the next day to read this chapter. I WAS WRONG! I'm SO SORRY! I really, probably, have no excuse. Although, I'm hoping you will forgive me, since I have been stressing about GCSE results and stuff. Got them the other day. And it turns out I got rejected for my first choice 6th form :/ Ima goin to college instead, so don't you worry you're beautiful little heads :) Anyways, about the chapter. I don't like this one. I'm being honest, and saying this could have been done better. A lot. But I needed to post it, since I can't keep you all waiting forever :/ Anyways, enjoy :)

Summary: AU/She's an assassin. He's a world famous pianist. When their only relationship should be that of 'protector', and 'protected', why is it that she finds not only his piano, but his entire self hypnotic?

Disclaimer: Well, I'd like to say that from this day forward, I own Soul Eater. Although that's what I'd like to say, it is, however, untrue. I do not own Soul Eater, nor will I ever own it, because this world is just too, too cruel. :'(

An Unanticipated Injury?

I glanced around the room, trying to locate the assassin the shot came from among the running, screaming guests. Fuck sake, can they just hurry and get out of the room already?

My eyes darted about, landing on every person, when I spotted them. They were stood among the mass of people, perfectly calm, a slight smile on their face. I frowned. I didn't know this assassin. I cocked one of my guns barrels and aimed it at him, waiting for the crowd to dissipate, so there weren't any unnecessary casualties.

He noticed the gun, grinned, and... Disappeared.

Shit! Where the Hell did he go?

I heard a click next to my ear. Ah. So that's where he went.

I glanced to the side from the corner of my eye, and noticed that, actually, the gun wasn't aimed at Soul, like I thought it was. It was aimed at me. Strange. Soul's the target. Not me.

He grinned, blood lust clear in his eyes. I never moved.

"Okay, so this might sound like a stupid question, but why are you aiming the gun at me, and not Mr. Evans behind me?" I asked, my voice steady. Surprisingly, this wasn't my first time held at gun point. He shrugged.

"Better to kill the bodyguard first. Means there's no one trying to stop me." He said, his grin falling lopsided. I rolled my eyes.

"So, since I'm the bodyguard who's gonna die, mind telling me your name. Or at least, your nickname? Since I'm gonna die anyway, it's not like it's a problem." I said, my hand twitching slightly. He paused, looking thoughtful, then shrugged again.

"Free. The nickname, Free." He smirked, looking at me through half-lidded eyes. I nodded.

"Cool. The name's ScytheMeister. Pleasure." I replied, smiling slightly. He barked a laugh.
"ScytheMeister? Where's the scythe?" He asked, waving the gun at me slightly. I grinned.

"Right here." In the blink of an eye, I pulled the small cylinder from my pocket, pushed the button, and the scythe stretched into its full-bladed glory.

Before Free had a chance to react, I swung the scythe round and slammed the metal shaft into his side, sending him flying back, crashing onto the piano, and bouncing off onto the floor. I grabbed Soul's hand and, glancing back and seeing his wide eyes, pulled him to the back of the room.

"DeathScythe! Where the Hell are you?" I hissed into the earpiece.
"On my way now. Crazy crowd stopped us from being able to move." His voice crackled back to me. I cursed, then spun round and situated myself in front of Soul.
"You stay here." I ordered, and before he could protest, I darted back to where Free was standing up.

"Well, that was a dirty trick, ScytheMeister." He grumbled, rubbing his head. I grinned, leaping over the piano, bringing the blade down.
"It's just the way I roll." I replied, the blade slicing through air as Free dodged.

Planting my feet firmly on the ground, I pushed off and leapt to him again, swinging the blade of the scythe. "And the way you roll is by sneak attack?" He asked casually, dodging each swing. I smirked, still slicing at him.
"It's an assassin thing."

I squatted and swung my foot out, aiming for his feet, but he jumped and back flipped away, landing a couple feet away from me. "I know it is. I am one, remember?" He reminded me. I laughed, then spun and brought the scythe round, slicing at him.
"Of course I do. You'd already be dead if you weren't an assassin." I replied, feinting. He dodged as I thought he would, which gave me chance to let my foot get intimate with his face.

He flew backwards into a wall, the gun he had gripped in his hand slipped and fell to the ground. He cursed as he slid down the wall, reaching for the gun. I launched myself forward, sliding to kick the gun away, but was too late, as he gripped the gun in his hand and aimed it at Soul, who was stood watching, wide eyed.

I yelled as I dug my heels into the ground, spun and darted towards Soul. Free grinned madly, his teeth gleaming wickedly as he watched me move into his line of fire. He let out a small laugh, and my eyes widened as I realized what he was doing. "Shit–!" I cursed, beginning to slide to a stop, but it was too late. He'd aimed, and fired.

BANG!

Soul's eyes grew wider, and the colour drained from his face, as he watched me stumble, and fall to the ground with a loud thud.

He began to move to me. "STOP!" I cried through ragged breaths. He immediately stopped, staring at me, as I pushed myself off the ground. Free clucked his tongue.
"I thought I'd got you in your heart... Seems I need to work on my aim." He grumbled, his mouth twisting slightly.

I laughed, though it was laced with pained moans. He'd hit me near my heart, but he'd missed because on my slowing down. I winced as I moved my left arm, but that was fine. I wasn't dead. I could deal with that. "That hurt. Bastard." I murmured, glaring at Free. He laughed.
"I wouldn't glare, if I were you. You look just like a pissed kitten." He chortled. I frowned. This guy...!

I pulled my gun from its position around my waist, and began shooting at Free. Startled, he leapt out of the way of my spray of bullets. "Hold still damn it!" I said through gritted teeth. Free kept dodging, and ended up smacking into a wall. I grinned, and shot at him. Two bullets, three, four. I kept shooting.

He slid along the wall, dodging. I clicked my tongue, and aimed for where he was going. I grinned, and shot.

He fell to the ground, unmoving, blood pooling around his head. A hole right between his eyes. I walked up to him, picking his gun up and pocketing it. I then kicked him. Hard. "Fucking bastard..." I mumbled, then turned and walked back over to Soul, stumbling.

He caught me, and glanced over at Free. I felt him shudder, and burst out laughing. I must be going into hysterics. Probably lost too much blood.

He glanced down at me, an eyebrow raised, and then he noted the blood that was still gushing from my wound. "Holy shit!" He cried, pushing me back a little to examine the wound closer. I batted him away.
"It won't heal if you stare at it, dumb ass..." I rasped. It was getting hard to breath. He glared at me, and slung my right arm over his shoulder, and he placed a hand around my waist, supporting me. I gasped at his touch.

"What the hell are you–!" I started, but he interrupted me.
"I'm holding you up, what does it look like?" He grunted, shifting me into a more comfortable position. I growled at him, and murmured something along the lines of 'dumb ass'.

_.:|:._

We ran into my papa on the way down the corridor, and he took one look at me and screamed, tears gushing down his cheeks. I had enough strength left to kick him in the shin, before Specs ran up to us, and ordered me to sit while he pulled out a first aid kit. Soul helped me down, and I glanced up at him. "Ah, shit. I got my blood all over your suit." I mumbled, colours dancing in front of my eyes.

He chuckled, and leant into me, knocking his forehead on mine. "You can pay me back by not getting hurt like this again." He said for my ears alone. I sighed, my head swimming. I think I nodded, but I'm not sure, because everything kind of went blurry, and then black.

_.:|:._

When I next woke up, I was in my bed, back at the Evans 'house'. A strange weight was resting on my right leg, and I lifted my head up to see what it was. A head of white hair was laid there, snoring lightly. I smiled slightly. Soul. His face was turned away from me, but from the slight dampness I felt from the sheet on my leg, he was drooling.

That was when I noticed a warm pressure on my hand, and looked to find that he'd laced his fingers with mine. I blushed. When had he done that? How long has he been laid there? I sat up, careful not to disturb him, and looked at him. He was out like a light. Probably really tired, considering he watched a man die today.

Was it today? What day is it? I looked out the window, and noticed it was light. Well, dawn has definitely been and gone... Soul stirred, and twisted, his grip on my hand tightening, and his head turned and faced me. Yep, he was drooling. I held back a chuckle, took a little bit of the covers, and wiped the drool away.

I watched him for a little bit and, absentmindedly, began to stroke his hair. It was incredibly soft. Huh. Didn't think it would be. I smiled as he sighed in his sleep, his grip on my hand loosening, but still a tight hold. He was rather sweet when he was asleep. Kind of like a little kid. It felt nice, just being like that, with no drama, no fights, no death, just... peace.

Right then, I wanted that moment to last forever...

If only it could...

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I smiled.

"You have to keep calling me ScytheMeister."

Soul roared in laughter at my shock, still holding the glass, yet wrapping his arms around his stomach as he fought back tears from laughing.

Ugh, where had my assassin pride gone?

I don't... I don't... have a heart disease, do I?

A/N: If you have read to here, even after I abandoned you all for a few days, then I truly love you :) And, well, I did promise some SoMa fluff, and here they are. Or at least, what I consider fluff. Hoped you like my version of fluff, because although I don't like the chapter as an overall, I liked writing the fluff ;)
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~ASilentPerformance