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Going home wasn't an option at this point. He was an emotional wreck, and his Parents were highly suspicious of him over the missing spell book. They would be awake for another eight hours or so and there wasn't a chance in hell that he'd get out of an interrogation in the pitiful state he was in without cracking under the pressure. They would question him all day until the sun set and leave him to rot away in his seat; skin burning under the hot light of judgment hanging over his head. Then he would snap and let everything pour uncontrollably and he knew he wouldn't get out of a beating from his Father and an ashamed cold shoulder from his

Sunset The last time Maka actually sat down and watched the sunset was so far behind her that it seemed like it was ages ago. She leaned against the wall that held her back from falling off of the roof of the school and she stared at the sun as it tiredly lowered from the sky and got closer to the horizon. At this point in the day, it was exhausted and it couldn't laugh for very much longer. Drool spilled from its mouth and it heaved in deep breaths while it struggled to keep its eyes open. It would have been a strange sight for someone that grew up in a world without this sun, but to her and everyone else, it was a completely normal sight&m

Tremble If anything could make the brave and headstrong Maka Albarn tremble, it was under the feathery brushes of Soul Eater's fingers against her skin. He could hold her hand or reach out and push her forward on any regular day at school or on their missions and she would be fine. She would even turn around and smash a book into his head for being too rough or for saying stupid things whilst doing so, but when his fingers traced lines down her arms or when his breath tickled the hairs on the back of her neck, Maka had to do everything in her power to keep her knees from giving way. When they were alone in their apartment after a long day o

Why couldn't this be just an ordinary Tuesday? Why couldn't he have gotten up, slipped passed his Parents no problem, gone to school to fight a few Witches and then gone to see Maka for the rest of the night? Why did his Mother have to discover that the book was missing? Why did he have to be the one that took it? Why did he discover his potential power over void? Why was Maka getting attacked by a Kishin? Why was she even getting attacked in the first place? The first thing that came out of Soul's mouth after seeing the monstrous human being on the other side of the cove was in a sour and accusing tone as he angrily looked at the Witch. "W

Soul stayed at Maka's place that night, once again being stuffed onto the couch with the same blanket and pillow as the night before. He didn't mind, however, since he got a goodnight kiss and everything. That was enough for him to be satisfied with his sleeping arrangements. The only issue he ever had was how the couch seemed to get smaller than the last time he slept in it, and he was pretty damn sure a spider was hanging in the window while he was trying to get to sleep. He was never one to be afraid of spiders or anything but God damn it that thing just creeped him out like nothing else. He wasn't able to get to sleep until he finally got

Transformation Soul Eater was a human being with the power to transform his body into a weapon made for slaying evil souls to free them from their fate of eternal damnation. It was a special gene that ran through families all over the world and he was the first one in his family in a very long time to inherit the abilities. His partial transformation allowed his arm to adopt a red and black blade that could cut through almost anything. His full transformation shifted his body into a scythe that his Weapon Meister, Maka Albarn took hold of to finish the job. Other than the fact that his body morphed into something completely inhuman, Maka no

Instead of heading straight to Maka's cove, Soul stopped by the house to fetch something quick to eat and drop off his bag. Normally when his classes got out early, he was able to get inside, put everything down and get out unseen since his Parents were busy with their search for the Witch Foundation. However, that certain Monday afternoon, when the musician slipped into the kitchen, he was discovered by his Mother who had been eating from a bowl of grapes over a pile of paperwork on the island. She looked up at him with a start and smiled gently when her hand was raised to wave hello and he smiled back. "Hey Mom. No searching today?" "Not

Summer It didn’t matter if summer time meant that their classes were put on hold, Maka and her scythe partner were always taking on Extra-Curricular Assignments and taking down Kishin eggs to keep themselves in good shape. A lot of teams did the same thing so they weren’t alone. Black*Star and Tsubaki were normally heading out alongside the two of them, and every once in a while Kid and the Thompson Sisters came along too. It all depended on the mission. The only issue with missions during the boiling hot days of summer was just that. It was always so hot in the desert; it was unbearable. The only person out of their group that

Maka made him breakfast. When his eyes fluttered open the next morning (a little too early for his comfort), he realized he wasn't in his bed, but cramped up on a tiny couch with just a small pillow and a thin blanket. The scent of eggs on the stove filled his nostrils and pulled him from the cushions and he turned to watch the Witch hum a soft tune under her breath with a spatula in hand. The song she'd been singing that morning was an off pitch version of his piano piece he'd shown her the night before. It made him smile, but at the same time he couldn't help but look down at his food with a sheepish laugh. She was being way too carefree.

Look Normally when they did their spring cleaning, Maka discovered piles upon piles of scrapbooks and photo albums of when she was a child. Her Parents had literally made a living by taking pictures of her from the day she was born to the day she became a student at the DWMA. The pictures had come to an end around that time because of the divorce, so she tried not to look at the more recent photos to avoid the bitter feelings that poisoned her gut. Looking at the pictures of her reading her first book or sitting in her Papa's lap when she was barely even able to walk made her feel a lot better. Soul had seen these pictures a few times throu