Yes, this is my very first fanfic that I have ever written. I am glad to know you are so fond of my writing! It makes me so happy!

Konnichiha! This is Hellokitti1 reporting in for you! Did anyone like my last chappy? Review pweease! (puppy-eyes) Any who, this is the third chapter, obviously. Should I do a chapter review? I think I will, but not now. I have some stuff to say... I think...

I'm wasting your time, aren't I? Oh well! I have to say, I really enjoy writing this story! It makes me happy! Especially when I get reviews! I get all hyped up!

Enough of the chit chat, time to get some serious work done! Due to how short chapter 2 was, I can assure you that this chapter will be extra extra long! YOSH!

P.S. For the beginning of every new chapter, I will most likely start right where I left off. Is that okay with whoever is reading this?

P.P.S. PLEEEAAASSEE review! I beg of youuu! You don't have to, but it would really help! I promise the story will get better!

P.P.P.S I don't think chapter four will be longer than this chapter :)

P.P.P.P.S. I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER :(

Review of chapter two:

After much effort, Maka and Soul defeated another kishin egg. This kishin soul was their 96th one. Almost there, I'd say. The weapon and his meister also decided on lasagna for dinner! What will happen on their way home, and the next morning, as well?

Chapter 3: Corridors and a Serious Game of Basketball

Soul turned his key in the ignition and started the motorcycle. Maka sleepily slipped on behind him. She rested her cheek on his relaxed muscular back and wrapped her arms around his stomach.

Soul was slowly riding down the streets of Death City, headed towards his and Maka's home. The street lights dimly lit up the night, casting dancing shadows on the walls of shops. Soul yawned and cracked his neck. He blinked hardly, trying to get the fog out from his eyes. 'Why do I always have to drive when I am so tired?'

Finally, their apartment complex came into view after a left turn. "Ahh, bed, here I come." He drove into the small side lot and parked nearest the apartments. "Oi, Maka?" He heard a snore. "Ugh. Did you really have to fall asleep?"

"Uuhm nuhm..." Maka made a small noise as Soul held her shoulders back so she wouldn't fall to the ground while he got off the bike. He came around to Maka's side and leaned her back. He rested her head and shoulders on his forearm as he lifted up her legs from under the knees.

Carrying her into the lobby was tough work, but it was even tougher to get her up the stairs. Especially since he didn't want to bump into anything and wake her. He was struggling yet again when he got to the door. 'How am I supposed to get it open?'

He lifted his knee and rested his shin against the door, which held Maka up. With his now spare hand, he took out his keys and unlocked the door. He somehow got the door opened and closed it with his foot.

He quietly walked down the hall into Maka's room. He laid her on the bed and cautiously slipped off her boots. Soul covered her in a light blue blanket. He glanced up at his meister's face and saw how softly the moon's light illuminated her features.

Grumbling, she turned to face the other way with a sigh. Soul yawned and exited the room, closing the door behind him, noiselessly.

Soul breathed heavily. His chest burned and his lips were dry. "Maka!" Soul continued to run down a dark corridor that was hardly lit by occasional torches that hung on the walls.

'Where am I? Why can't I find a way out?' His crimson eyes widened with anxiousness and fear.

"Soul... Help me..." Her voice was off in some distant place. 'Was that Maka?'

"Dammit, Maka! I'm coming!" His breaths came in rapid heaves. "Maka! Where are you?" The torches behind Soul began to blow out and the corridor started to become darker and darker.

Soul suddenly came to a halt, in front of him lay an old wooden door. He heard heavy footsteps behind it. "Soul..." It didn't sound as much like Maka as the first time, but he still believed it was her.

Then all at once, it went pitch black. Soul looked behind him, but it was useless. He couldn't even see his hand in front of his face.

An abrupt creaking shook Soul's eardrums and he ground his teeth. 'The door is opening...'

"Maka? Are you there? Are you okay?" Soul searched for her voice and her touch, but instead, received a small light that hovered above the door.

"Soul... He... Help..."

What Soul saw made him turn around and start running away. Away from this nightmare. Away from what he saw behind that door. Complete darkness soon consumed him. "NO! No! It's not true! It's not TRUE!"

Soul jerked forward into a sitting position, panting and practically gasping for air. Perspiration running down the back of his neck and forehead. His palms were sweaty. He felt somewhat dizzy while he played back the dream in his mind. 'It was just a dream. That couldn't possibly happen, could it?'

Soul got out of his bed slowly and slipped on a pair of clean jeans. He went into the bathroom and washed his hands and face with cold water. Looking into the mirror after drying his face, he noticed the dark bags under his eyes.

Maka woke up to the sound of a light knock on the door. She was slightly confused when she realized that she was in her bed with all her clothes on. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. "Come in." She called out softly.

The first thing Maka noticed was the dark bags beneath Soul's eyes. Then her nose led her eyes to the plate of food he was currently holding. A wide sharp-toothed grin was creeping onto Soul's face as he walked forward. He set down the glass of orange juice on her side table and sat on the edge of her bed.

"Since you fell asleep before I could make dinner last night, I decided to make up for it by making breakfast..." Soul gestured his hand towards the food.

"Thank you, Soul." Her stomach growling loudly, she gratefully took the platter of food and started stuffing herself. Every bite seemed like heaven. "Sow... Shoul..." She swallowed a large mouthful of food and took a swig of orange juice. "Have you eaten yet?"

"Did you just talk with your mouth full?" Soul snickered as he saw the clueless expression on Maka's face. "What happened to the flat-chested girl that had manners?"

Maka stiffened at this comment. She wiped the corners of her mouth while glaring into Soul's crimson eyes. A large book magically popped into her hand. "MAKA-CHOP!"

"Ow! What was that for? I made you breakfast!"

Maka watched Soul rub the crater the spine of her book left in his head. "You deserve it for always being rude and making fun of my appearance." She pouted with her arms crossed and head held high.

"It's not like I'm being really serious about it or anything. Jeez..." He continued rubbing the top of his wounded head.

"Thank you, though." Maka quickly whispered before scarfing down the rest of her breakfast. She gulped down the orange juice and handed Soul her dishes. "Did you see Blair last night, Soul?"

"No." He stood up and began walking out the room. "By the way, you have 12 minutes to get ready."

"Ready for what?" 'What's he talking about now?'

"Don't tell me you forgot?" She still looked quite puzzled. "School, Maka."

He walked out of the room and into the kitchen. It took a moment for what Soul just said to process through her mind.

"Soul! You baka! Why didn't you tell me earlier!" She jumped out of bed and shut the door. She heard Soul's muffled reply, barely. "Well, you are one of the top students. I just figured you'd remember." He continued to wash Maka's dishes.

Maka quickly undressed and dresses into something very similar to what she wore. She hastily brushed her hair and tied it into her signature pigtails.

Running out of her room, she grabbed her bag by the door. Reaching for the brass knob, she saw Soul on the couch. He had dozed off while she got ready. 'I suppose I could let him off easy this time... I don't think he got much sleep last night, judging by the dark beneath his eyes.'

She snapped out of thought, turned the knob, and ran out of the building on to the sidewalk. Running for Shibusen, she looked down at her watch. "Seven minutes! I have time!" Breathless, she stopped for just a minute.

The familiar rumble of a motorcycle engine popped up beside her. She turned her head, hands on knees, and smiled. A light pink tainted her cheeks as she saw an all-to-familiar face on an all-to-familiar red motorcycle.

"Are you going to stand there like the weirdo you are, or am I going to take you to school?" She walked over to the motorcycle and lifted her leg over the seat to sit down.

After a few minutes on the motorcycle, Soul broke the silence. "Why didn't you wake me up when you were ready to leave?" He sped up.

"Well,... Uh... You seemed to be really tired and... I didn't want to disturb you..." Maka felt her face get hot. Soul continued to speed up on a right turn. Maka's grip around Soul tightened. "Soul! Slow down! You're going to get us both killed!"

The bike came to an abrupt halt in front of the weapon and meister academy. Maka jumped of immediately. Soul glanced at her and smiled. "MAKA-CHOP!"

Soul lay on the ground with his bottom sticking up in the air. A crater clearly visible on his head.

"Don't ever do that again, Soul! You really scared me..." Maka looked down at her feet, embarrassed.

"Okay... Ow..." Soul slowly rose to his feet, his hand ruffling through his white hair.

Maka looked up with fierce eyes, but they softened when they met with Soul's. "Now let's get to class, you big oaf!" She grasped his hand and started dragging him behind her. They quickly reached the top of the stairs, but Maka still held onto Soul's hand.

He was bewildered as he noticed that her hand held tightly onto his. He smiled and a pleasant sensation came over him, he didn't want to let go. As they reached the class, she looked over her shoulder and gave him a warm smile then took back her hand.

They walked into the class, about one minute late, and took their seats next to each other. Soul flashed a smile to Maka, who returned it kindly.

"Okay class, quiet down." Stein sat in his rolling chair, like he always did. "The paper that is being passed around is due tomorrow. Don't forget that next Friday there is a test on all this weeks lesson. Now, let's start with a dissection..." Professor Stein continued to speak to the class.

"So, Soul, how did the mission with Maka go yesterday? Do you think you can play basketball after class today?" Black*Star talked quickly and urgently.

Soul leaned back. "As for your first question, it was like any other mission. And about basketball, I think I'll be able to play since Maka has to study for the test on Friday." Soul cast a sideways glance at his meister, who was staring off into space. Nudging her, he asked, "Did you hear what Stein said about next Friday?"

"Y-Yeah..." She stammered. She was absolutely clueless.

"There's a test. I suggest you pay attention, Maka. I don't think you'd like to fail that test and ruin your reputation as best student." He smirked at her then turned his focus back to Black*Star.

While Soul was talking to Maka about the test, Black*Star was scribbling down on a small slip of paper. When Soul turned around, Black*Star was already folding it. "Hey, can you pass this to Kidd?"

"Uh... Sure..." Soul took the note and prodded Kidd on the shoulder. "From Black*Star."

Kidd took it graciously and delicately unfolded it. "Ah! It was folded perfectly! Symmetry is so beautiful!" He gloated for a while, until he started reading the message. After finishing reading the note, Soul noticed, Kidd's expression became very serious. He looked at Black*Star and nodded.

Soul noticed the change of mood between the two boys, but ignored it. The bell chimed throughout the school, ending class. Weapons and meisters raced out of class, including Maka.

As Maka exited the classroom, she was thinking about Soul. 'Why did I feel reluctant to take my hand away from his? We're almost going to go after a witch... What will I do when I-'

"OOF!" Maka bumped into a boy, dropping her bag.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Maka bent over to grab her things, but grasped for nothing besides the ground. She looked up, her face reddening when she realized who it was. Soul.

"You should be more careful, Maka." She snatched her bag from his hands and glared at him with pursed lips.

"I should being saying the same to you!" She spun around and stocked off with her head held high. Soul smiled after her. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Ugh..." A firm hand grabbed his arm. He turned around to see Kidd and Black*Star.

Earlier, when class was dismissed, Black*Star and Kidd stayed behind. This is what happened:

"Okay, Kidd." Black*Star continued to sit, hands clasped in front of him. "The basketball game. Do you remember the deal we made?"

Kidd look sternly into Black*Star's eyes. "Yes, and for your information, we will not lose to someone as asymmetrical as you." He crossed his arms.

"Oh! What about those three white stripes that are only on one side of your hair? Plus! You would never be able to defeat a big guy like me!" Black*Star knew he hit a soft spot. Kidd immediately crouched down and began to sob.

"I know! I am such a pitiful being! I do not deserve to live! No matter how many times I dye it, they always come back!" He continued to cry.

"Back to business, Kidd. We have to make this game happen, one way or another." He sat up and started out the door. Kidd slouched after him.

"Soul's the only one that doesn't know about the deal, correct?" Kidd added glumly.

"Yeah. Maka, too. So let's keep it that way. Well, at least until someone loses." He smirked.

Back to the hall where Soul was grabbed by Black*Star:

"Are you ready?" Black*Star's tone was leveled and determined.

"Um... For what?"

Soul immediately felt himself being dragged along by both arms.

He never realized where he was going, until the basketball court came into view. 'Oh yeah. The game.'

Liz and Patty sat on the metal bench that leaned against the metal fencing that surrounded the court. They talked to each other very casually.

Once Liz spotted them, she stood up quickly. Her expression went from normal, to intent. Patty's expression matched her older sister's, but she continued to dwindle with the small giraffe that lay in her fingers.

'What is going on around here?' Soul wanted to yell it out to them, he felt out of place. Way too out of place.

"Now, how shall we set up the teams?" Kidd looked extremely concerned as he finally became aware of the act that there was an odd number of people.

"Why don't we ask Tsubaki?" Liz's comment brought hope into Kidd. Surely Tsubaki would be kind enough to join them, right?

"I already did. She said she wants some alone time to do some weird girl stuff." Kidd's rising hopes plummeted into the ground as his mind slowly registered Black*Star's reply.

"OH! OH! We~could~ask~Maka~chaan!" Patty sung to some unfamiliar tune.

"I'm afraid Soul already said she'd disagreed to play with us. Apparently studying is her top priority." Kidd said sarcastically. He no longer felt like playing since the number of people in each team wouldn't be symmetrical.

"Er... I never said she said no. And I never even asked if she wanted to play to begin with." Soul didn't want to disturb Maka's study time.

"Why NOT? I expected you to know better than that, Soul Eater Evans. I guess my godly presence was so overwhelming that you completely forgot... Tsk, tsk." Black*Star was practically screaming "IDIOT" to Soul's face.

"I guess I could go ask her..." Kidd began pushing Soul instantly in the direction of his apartment.

"Go find her and bring her back, understand? Without her, this game will not be!"

"Kidd, you don't have to be so pushy." As Soul walked down the sidewalk, hands in pockets, he let his mind wander into questions that had been bugging him for quite some time.

'Why is it that Maka has been trained on her innermost thoughts, lately? Why hasn't she told me what's on her mind? She usually does... And why does it seem that this basketball game has more to it than their telling me?'

Soul's foot caught on something and he nearly crashed down onto the floor. He looked up and saw that he was right in front of his destination. "Here goes nothin'. Might as well try and get her butt out of the house."

Soul made his way through the lobby and up the stairs. He lightly knocked on the door with the back of his fist. He wriggled the door knob and soon found out it was unlocked. 'What was she thinking not locking the door behind her?'

"I'm hoome!" Soul shut the door behind him.

"Maka?" He scanned the living room and popped his head into the kitchen. No one. He walked into the hall and checked the bathroom. Still, no one.

Not seeing her in the common areas of the house, he decided to check the most obvious place she would be. Her bedroom. He walked in front of the door and tapped it with his finger. From this movement, the door cracked open. He pushed it open the rest of the way and his eyes widened in fear.

Maka lay on the floor, still as stone. Her side was covered completely in a red substance.

"MAKA!"

END OF CHAPTER THREE

Am I mean for leaving it at a cliffhanger? I think so! Hope you all enjoyed a really really really long chapter! Should I have cut it in half and made you wait for the second part? I just don't know.

Can I has some reviews now? I would really appreciate them!

Want to know what happens next? Possibly wait one, or two, or three days! It should be up and running by Monday!

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Over and out, Hellokitti