A Sound Soul Dwells Within a Sound Mind and a Sound Body

By: amy2may

Collection of One-Shots: Soul Eater Edition

Story Two: Shattered Pieces

Summary: Maka meets the DWMA's new student, but when he's not everything he says he is, Soul finds that this man had broken his Meister and had taken a part of her.

Rating: T
(for suggestive themes and language)

Word Count: 3,657

Author's Notes:

Very excited for this piece as I am a strong feminist and want to raise awareness for women who have to deal with being raped and living with it for the rest of their lives. I tried to make this as realistic as I could by putting myself in Maka's place. Hope you enjoy!

DISCLAIMER:

I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER. ALL I OWN IS THE PROMPT (EVEN THOUGH IT'S BEEN DONE MANY TIMES) AND THE OC.

Shattered Pieces

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Maka was walking home one afternoon, alone, due to the fact that she decided to stay after and speak with Stein about building her strength. She insisted for Soul to go ahead home, and after some bickering, the Meister finally convinced her Weapon to leave. Maka knew he wouldn't exactly favor staying at school, chasing after the clock as she learned for an extra two hours. Of course, with defeat, her partner had to play the situation off coolly by stating, "Yeah, staying at school is uncool, anyways," before he turned out the door. She expected it, since Soul did have his strange expectations set for himself.

The sandy-blonde smiled to herself thinking of it.

It was around 6:00 and the sunset painted the horizon that hung over Death City. Deep colors of blue that matched Patty's eyes, fading into violet, followed by a dusty shade of pink. The ends of the earth sparked in contact with the fire that licked horizon as it soon bled into a deep red-orange.

The sun huffed, recruiting until dawn. The moon's blood-lusted grin appeared, slowly making its way to the center, high in the sky above. All stars perfected in their constellations, harmony commencing throughout the night.

Maka was so lost in the scenery, she didn't notice the person blocking her path, as she absentmindedly bumped into their form, and her books dropping at her feet.

Shaking her head, the girl let out a surprised "oh," before bending down and reaching for her textbooks that scattered the ground beneath them. The form she had ran into fell to their knees to assist Maka in her tiny mess.

She didn't think of anyone being with her, even though there was obviously a human right in front of her, Maka was so content in her own little world, she never looked deeper into the situation, until the person handed her what of her items they had collected. Finally snapping out of the trance, the world around her seemed to appear more vivid as her mental-state locked itself away. Maka turned her head to get a better look, meeting the eyes of the stranger.

Smiling, Maka thanked them and bowed her head. It was a boy around her age, but he almost looked familiar. Then, it clicked. "Have I seen you before?" The young Meister questioned, tilting her head slightly. Dark, chocolate hair, tan, quite masculine, judging to be almost 5'8, and- oh!

Yet, the boy beat her to talking, "I'm no one particular." He shrugged, casually. "I'm still pretty new here, to be honest. I do recall seeing you at the Academy, though. Am I right? You attend the DWMA?" Maka looked around, a wave of discomfort washing over her as the- so called- portrait, had its space on the wall, ready to be displayed. The air grew chilly, and Maka was very iffy about staying out late without her Weapon.

However, she still managed to find a bit of relief in the boy in front of her, his kind grin bringing some light into the atmosphere as the dark clouds swayed over the blood-drenched moon, with the mocking smile.

Exhaling, the ash-blonde gave him a gentle, but uneasy, smirk; "Uh, um, yeah. I do go to the DWMA. Actually," she added, scratching the back of her head, sheepishly with her free hand, "I knew I had seen your face before. It just now occurred to me that you are a new peer!" Maka removed her hand from the hair on her head, and extended it in front of her. "I'm Maka. Maka-"

"Albarn." The student finished, chuckling at her baffled expression, also reaching out and placing his hand in hers, giving it a shake before dropping it. "Wow, I would not have figured you to be the famous Maka Albarn." Frantically, the dark-haired teen waved his in front of him, "N-Not... I- Don't take that in the wrong way! It's just that... you are so tiny, and... well, c-cute."

It was Maka's turn to laugh, giving off a soft giggle, so he wouldn't take that action to offense. He blushed furiously and averted his eyes to the cobblestone ground beneath them as he nervously rubbed the nape of his neck.

"Thank you," she said, genuinely flashing her white pearls, before gazing at her shoes with sudden interest. Maka's mood fell slightly, but she glanced back up to see the kid staring back at her and once again, sending a gentle smile with a hint of sorrow behind it.

"Really; thank you. It's nice to hear that someone appreciates me for me once in a while, you know?" Those piercing, jade eyes were suddenly fogged over by a stinging sensation. "My Weapon, ya see... well, I love that bastard to death, but it's like he doesn't exactly appreciate me, and always calls me out for not possessing certain qualities that perv would like to see in a woman." She shrugged, "But that's okay, I guess. I'm pretty happy with myself and I guess that is what counts after all."

The boy crossed his buff, tan arms and shook his head, dark brown hair dancing as it got caught in the air. "It's quite surprising to hear that after the talk of you two being a power-couple of some sort." Instantly, the heat in Maka's face rose as if she were a thermometer in a pot of boiling water. When the stranger noticed that, he responded, "Ah, so you are one?"

"N-No!" The Meister argued, lamely and tightly shutting her eyes. Taking a breath, Maka spoke, "No, it's nothing like that. Just partners." Her voice was monotone, but almost a hint of disappointment wavering in the simple statement.

"Well, I for one, Maka, find you pretty intriguing. Maybe you and I could plan on getting to know each other more, sometime?"

The innocent girl had not been in many situations like this one. It was rare for a guy, outside of her three usual idiots, and her excuse of a father, to speak to her. Especially hit on her and then ask her on some-sort-of-a-date. In fact, it felt nice to have someone attractive and sweet take interest in her.

After defeating the Kishen, Maka did get this a lot more often, but it was still a learning experience to her.

"Well, perhaps if you're not doing anything for the rest of the afternoon, you can come over to my place and I can prepare you dinner, if you'd like?" On a regular basis, Maka would never had considered such an offer to someone she had just met, but this guy was a student and so far he was really kind, and she was planning on cooking a buffet for only Soul and her, in order to dispose of many food items before their expiration date. Three people to eat it would be less troublesome, so her and Soul could avoid the stress of one of them getting sick.

So, he accepted her offer and they headed towards the only home she knew. They began with small talk, jumping on the idea of getting to know one another, better. Believe it or not, they both had an uplifting passion for reading and found learning itself interesting. He asked her questions about her partnership with Soul, and he told her that he was still in search of a partner, or Meister, to be exact.

Realizing halfway that Maka had no clue as to what his name is, she eventually questioned it, his answer being nothing exotic, but just an average, "Jack." She also learned a little about him and his old town, and what stories he has been told about Death and the city, Maka informed him on what is true and what is just tall-tales. Maka also was educated that Jack was planning on going to hike up and take the sword Excalibur.

Maka almost fainted on the spot as she persuaded him never to bring that specific sword back to her hometown. She had vowed that she would not listen to his back-story ever, "EVER," the girl repeated thoroughly, "AGAIN."

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Reaching her apartment, Maka took out her house keys, inserted them in the slot, and turned the knob, allowing the door to fly open. The two slid their shoes off at the entrance, and headed into the living room, Maka then threw her bag and books on the counter. She cupped her hands around her mouth, "Soul! I'm home!" No response. "Soul? Are you home?" With still no response, she figured he had gone out somewhere. Maka preferred him to leave a note, but she shrugged it off and turned to her new classmate.

"I guess he's not home. I would've loved for you to meet my partner." The girl stated, making her way to the kitchen to preheat the oven. She couldn't deny that she felt uneasy with a stranger in her house with no one home, but this guy seemed down-to-earth and sensitive. All she could do was hope to Death that this wasn't some insane boy she picked off the street. No matter what, she kept her posture and composure on the outside. Well, mostly. Her legs had been shaking since they stepped into the house, but luckily Jack stood across the counter from her.

"You know," the dark-headed boy began, "I'm surprised you feel so bonded to this 'Soul' when he obviously doesn't appreciate you as much as you deserve to be." His words shocked Maka, she almost let out a gasp, but kept it contained. She didn't want to come off as vulnerable, considering that she was home alone with a guy that she barely knew.

Simply, Maka shook her head and met the boy's dark, green eyes, with her own hardened pair. "Soul may say stupid things a bit more often than he should, but that doesn't change the fact that we connected and that he is my designated partner." Maka couldn't help but to snap at him for the comment, and the way Jack had remarked the sentence so slyly, caused the fire in the pit of her stomach to roar. She was well aware of how painful her light-haired friend's words could sting, and she needed no one to inform her of it.

Jack grinned again, in the same sickening way he had done before and walked around the counter, grasping onto Maka's wrists, then leaning closer, "I can show you the easiest way to resonate your soul with mine." His warm breath against her ear made the Meister shiver in pure fright, yet nothing could replace the utter feeling of shock when Jack's lips brushed against the skin of her neck. He then attacked her lips, earning a yelp from the girl, and startling her when his moist tongue plunged into her mouth as his adventure had just begun.

This wasn't what she wanted.

Her first kiss, too. Snatched cruelly away from her at the blink of an eye.

Tears brimmed her orbs as she questioned the events. How long would he stay? What would he do to her? How far would this go? Where is Soul? When is Soul returning? Was this how it would be? What if it went too far? Can she gather the courage and strength required to kick him into the next year? What if he got her pregnant? What about Soul? Soul... She mentally apologized to him for not being strong enough. Maka really was weak after all. Pathetic.

Jack's right hand slid up to her hair and he roughly grabbed a handful of her chestnut locks, as the other hand tightened its grasp around her waist. The teen obviously was planning to ruin everything Maka had worked towards, as he stumbled across the room with Maka, refusing to break apart their lips, allowing them to crash down on the couch. His tongue gained dominance, for Maka did not wish to compete in that, but with the force of the kiss, if her tongue stayed limp in her mouth, he could practically choke her.

Jack's legs rested on either side of the girl that was currently vulnerable, as he pulled back from the kiss, a trail of saliva following until it snapped. The boy smirked and bit his lip, leaning down for his lips to once again sit beside her ear as he huskily whispered, "I will make you mine tonight, Maka Albarn. In more ways than just one." He licked torturously around the shell of her ear, and at this point, Maka could not retain the tears pooling in her jade eyes or the quivering of her entire body.

He nipped and licked his way down to Maka's neck, leaving a path of butterfly kisses at her jaw line before sinking his teeth harshly into the creamy, untouched skin. She cried out and squirmed under the stranger, but he had pinned her hands above her head and his ankles wrapped around hers. Desperately searching for an escape, she had basically waved her white flag when the girl came to the conclusion that there was no way out of this. Tears streamed over her cheeks when Jack sucked on her neck, leaving his mark on her.

Maka felt disgusted. Some man had tattooed her skin and she gave no input. There were no consensual agreements or emotions. She would not be giving herself to a man she loved, but instead, Maka would be claimed by a stranger-no-a rapist. A womanizing, good-for-nothing man. And the only thought that flooded her mind was that she was too damn weak to do anything.

Her legs felt like jelly, shaking at the slightest contact.

Her fingers clung desperately to the couch cushion as if her life depended on it.

Sweat pricked at her forehead in tiny beads.

Her hair had been ripped roughly from the hair ties it was held up with, the pain stinging her scalp.

Her eyes were officially glossed over with the one emotion she hated to show: vulnerability.

Her heart panicked at the lack of oxygen because she simply couldn't even take an intake of breath.

Her mind screamed at her to do something; anything.

Jack's teeth skimmed lightly down to her shirt collar. Fucking Shibusen uniforms. "Fucking button-up blouse," she thought when his hands found the top button. "Please, stop!" She practically began begging once his left hand caressed her body-lower and lower, resting it on her upper leg, slightly up her skirt.

Maka trembled vigorously, as one finger found the fabric under the plaid skirt and the other started flicking at the buttons of the blouse, her eyes screwed shut.

One button.

One hickey.

Two button.

Two eyes on her.

Three button.

Three sobs.

Four button.

Four eyes on her.

Five button.

Five fingers, curled into a fist, hurling towards his face.

Wait, what the hell...?

Maka's eyes widen. It was as if everything went in slow motion.

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A flash of white caught her attention before a large crash petrified her. The girl's gasp hung in the air before it undoubtedly thickened and an eerie silence stood. The quiet was deafening, despite the heaving breaths from the residents of the home. Relief washed over Maka like waves washing over the shore on a high tide.

Salty liquids poured from those emerald eyes. He had just saved her from a horrid situation; not to mention the glass-topped coffee table had completely been crushed from the tackle, but at least the shattered glass broke their fall. Nevertheless, there he was, coming to her rescue, once again. Although, this time, she would not scold Soul, claiming she was able to handle it on her own and without his help, because this time, it was different.

The dark-headed boy smirked mischievously, even if shards of glass bore into his back and let out a laugh that scared Maka senseless, causing her to consciously wrap her unbuttoned shirt around her small form, squeezing the clothing in between her fingers. His deep, emerald eyes flashed back to Maka's, making her shudder and Soul's scowl to increase intensely. Such a look would usually cause others to panic and flee in fright, but Jack was resisting, almost pleasured by the situation and her snowy-haired partner's reaction.

Force connected with the cheek of the boy who interfered in Soul's most important relationship; the force belonging to none other than the fist of the male a part of that relationship. The sound echoed through the house as the harassed girl flinched. The growl that Soul's lips released was low and utterly intimidating when he spoke: "What the hell do you think you were doing to Maka?"

"Ah, Soul Eater Evans; what nice timing!" Jack chuckled. "Where did you come from so suddenly?"

"I fell asleep. I was woken up by a scream and Maka's jagged wavelength. That's when I realized that something wasn't right." Soul inhaled and exhaled carefully, trying to calm his nerves, but the anger hazing over his vision was close to overbearing. "Now, answer my fucking question: Why in the actual hell were your hands on my Meister?" The Weapon's fingernails sunk into the other teen's darker-pigmented skin.

Jack's jaw tightened, but yet again, he laughed. "Oh, Evans," Soul's gaze hardened at the mention of that name, "You don't make her feel beautiful. She needed someone to give her a bit of a push, so I decided to help this poor, helpless girl out myself." The brunette boy snickered, glancing at Maka and licking his lips before turning back to her fuming partner. "You should have seen it! The way her tongue wrestled with mine, and oh damn-the moans I got from her! Some wouldn't expect much from her, but let me tell you how tight-"

The same hand that impacted his cheek earlier was now transformed into a scythe, the blade resting at Jack's neck, stopping the boy mid-sentence. "Maka." Soul breathed.

"S-S-Soul?"

"Does his soul look tasty?" That shark-like grin plastered onto the Scythe's face as he further proceeded to lower the blade. Though this grin was lifeless. It wasn't the same as the ones he had shot to her countless times in the past. No, this grin was... Deadly.

Maka's dull eyes stared at her lap as she answered with a nod, "Kill him."

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Her partner wasted no time puncturing the victim's neck, Jack's mix of screams and stomach-churning laughter being the last thing to leave his mouth. Swallowing the heated, yet airy soul, neither had yet to move and stayed that way for a good five minutes. The pair kept their vision locked on their hands, until Soul stuck out his arm to his side and it changed with a flash of light, back into his original self. He then stood up and brushed himself off, glass surrounding the area, but he didn't stop until he hovered over the woman-of-the-night.

His blood-red orbs looked down on her, before dropping to his knees in front of Maka and buttoning her top for her in a swift motion. His fingers twitched and trembled uncontrollably as he clicked the top button and noticed the bruised mark on her neck, then allowing them to drop into his partner's lap.

Soul wrapped his arms around Maka's waist and nuzzled his head on her upper legs, feeling her freeze at the sudden action before relaxing some. "I'm sorry, Maka." He whispered in a rasp voice, shaking his head with his light hair tickling her bare legs. "I should of been there sooner." His locked arms around her adjusted to a firmer grasp.

Maka could only look down at him, seeing nothing but the head of "Winter Wonderland" and she twirled a piece of his hair in between her fingers. However, when those apologetic, ruby eyes looked up at her, she completely broke down into a fit of hiccups and sobs.

"D-Don't apologize you idiot." Maka buried her face in her palms, frantically shaking her head. "I feel s-so di-dirty! I couldn't do a fucking thing. My life..." she hicupped, "My life could have been r-ruined and-and I wouldn't have been able to f-fight back!" She held her eyelids together so tightly, it was beginning to give her a headache.

Soul watched her shatter like the impact of a vase hitting concrete would; some shards never to be found and to never be fixed.

That was when he realized this was exactly that.

Maka was the vase, now in pieces.

He was the table that was supposed to hold her up for the people to bewilder her beauty and delicate features.

Jack was the kid to push her, where she lost her balance, and fell. Only to have the remains to be gingerly picked up, and thrown out.

Maka would never be the same, again. He could never make her whole again. A state-of-mind was taken from her.

It was men like that who made Maka so cautious.

But Soul knows that a cool guy would NEVER be able to live knowing that this girl had no chance of regaining the person she used to be.

So, he enclosed his hands over hers, giving them a gentle squeeze before ruby met emerald.

Maka gasped.

That look in his eyes was like no other she had ever witnessed out of the many years they had been partners.

Determination, but there was a hint of softness... Something Maka couldn't exactly put her finger on.

With that, she bursted into a fit of sobs, clutching onto Soul's shirt, holding him like her life depended on it.

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And he held her too.

A/N:

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