A/N: So I discovered this noise called "white out noise" or something like that. I don't know if it helped me write (because I personally felt a little rushed writing this), but it did help me concentrate. So, that was a thing that happened. The crew is getting ready to move out, but who will stop on by? Wait, why am I asking you I already know. Cool cat problems. Anyways I do not own Soul Eater but *drum roll* I do own my fic. Surprise!

At a quarter after seven on Saturday, Soul decided to move out. Liz and Patty grabbed their guns and stocked their ammunition. Kid put on his best suit (despite the very real possibility of it getting wrecked). Black*Star changed into his quieter clothes (which looked pretty normal to Maka, but she barely even noticed him sneaking up behind her to call shot gun) and grabbed his weapons, and Soul changed into his gang colored jacket. Maka watched them prepare, but she wasn't very sure what to do. She'd never been out to a gang fight despite her past experiences with drug lords ... And she had been hoping up until now to never have to be in one.

Soul noticed her eyes gazing the group as they prepared around the room. He chuckled slightly to himself before slouching over to the wall next to her.

"You know bookworm, there's a thing called getting ready," Soul said.

Maka glared at him before muttering under her breath, "I don't really know what to do."

Soul's grin got bigger, "What was that? A little louder please?"

Maka shoved her hands in her pockets with an irritated sigh.

"I said I don't really know what to do genius," Maka admitted.

Soul started laughing, by was cut off short with a book to his skull.

"Well with a book like that, I don't see why we don't just send her out to knock the other dealer out cold for us," Liz said.

"Maka do you have any experiences with guns," Kid asked as he moved over to the closet he had stocked with them.

"I'm afraid most of these are Liz and Patty's, but I have a few good ones here too if you'd like to-"

Maka walked over to Kid and shook her head.

"I'm sorry Kid. I never really liked guns. Maybe something a little more hands on," Maka offered.

"Like a knife or sword! Don't worry, the great Black*Star will teach you everything you need to know about-"

This time it was Black*Star that's obnoxiousness got cut off with her Maka chop.

"So no to guns, and no to knives. That leaves us with," Liz stood and tapped her finger to her chin trying to think.

"An axe," Soul offered as he stood up.

Maka turned to look at her new partner, and his red eyes bleed green. He turned his head after several seconds, and he nodded upstairs.

"I think I got one in my bedroom," Soul said.

He led Maka up the basement stairs and to his room in the back corner of the house, and ignored Black*Star's cat calls as well as he could. The rest of the hall was dim, but Soul's room brought some light in through the window. His bed had a dark blue comforter hanging off of it, but it wasn't made. He at least kept his dresser neat, and his dirty clothes in a hamper by his closet.

Maka noticed the guitar and posters hanging off of his wall. As he moved to his closet, she picked up a photo sitting on his dresser. In the photo was Soul, and another boy who looked very much like Soul minus the teeth and age.

"Who is this," Maka asked quietly in a voice she thought Soul wouldn't hear, but he did.

Without turning around Soul replied back, "Wes. I haven't seen him since he left home though. He's my brother."

"Does he deal too, I mean I know your dad does but I never heard too much about your brother and-"

"Yeah," Soul said cutting her off, "He does."

He walked over to Maka and gently took the photo from her hands before putting it back down.

"But you don't need my brother. Right now you need an axe," Soul said before returning to the open closet.

Maka gazed inside the closet, and her eyes turned steely. Inside there were baseball bats, axes, and various other weapons tossed inside as simply as if they were Soul's shoes. She studied the closet a while before picking up one axe with a long handle, and a red and black single axe head.

"Here, you hold it like this," Soul said as he guided her hands to properly hold the handle.

He helped her swing once before Maka responded, "My mom and dad were pretty big on axes. I've got this."

Soul stepped back and watched her swing once more before nodding.

"Were they woodsmen?"

Maka shook her head as she spun the axe around over her head before swinging it down again. Soul quietly watched and took note not to piss her off with that thing in her hand.

"No, they just ..." Maka trailed off before giving a full reply.

Soul started to try pushing her a bit more to let up, but Liz and the rest of the group walked upstairs calling their names. Maka shrugged before following them into the living room with Soul slouching behind her.

"Ready to go," Kid asked them.

Maka gripped her axe a bit tighter as she nodded.

"All right! Let's move out of here," Black*Star cheered.

The group grabbed their coats, and walked out the kitchen door to the garage.

"Is that the same car you drove me home in," Maka asked Soul.

Instead of the crappy car he drove her home in the night Maka's crashed, was a sleek sedan.

"Nope," Soul said.

"If we used our own cars they could legally be taken away from us. If they get damaged we have to pay for it. Say it's not our car though. Whole new ball game," Kid explained.

Maka nodded.

"Ok, that makes sense. One thing doesn't though."

"What's that," Liz asked.

Maka pointed through the tinted front window. Her sensitive eyes focused on the figure climbing out the back.

"Why is Tsubaki here?"

The next thing they knew Black*Star fell to his knees, and Tsubaki emerged from the car.