Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater. I'm just a fan. The End.

A/N: This is my first fanfic to actually post on fanfiction, not my first fanfic EVER, no no this is probably my 27th fanfic to have written. I just never find the guts to let others criticize them. So, this is my first fanfic to the public. Please let me know what you think, and don't worry I can take criticism. Just don't be rude. _

Summary: Maka and Soul have been in a relationship for some time now, but one day Maka gets sick of the constant cheating & fighting and decides to leave to start a new. There's just one tiny problem...

Sorry if there's any spelling/grammer errors...

Enjoy.

From outside the apartment all that can be seen or heard is random objects flying across the window:

a large book...

a coffee mug...

And muffled shouts from the two people who lived there. Their shouting collided together in a blur of curses, both trying to get the other to shut up and listen.

Or just to shut up.

Soul dodged yet another textbook that had been hurled his way just tilting his head to the side, missing it by a bare inch. He looked very angry.

Though, probably, not so angry compared to the furious Maka who continued searching for something...anything to throw at him.

She made sure not to actually hit him with anything. She wasn't the type to beat up her boyfriend for something like this. But she was pissed. And she wanted him to know it.

Next to his foot lay the chunks of green clay that had once been Maka's favorite mug. He didn't make any movement toward her but continued to just watch angrily as she screamed at him.

"I'm so SICK of this, Soul!! You never listen to a damn word I say! You always have to do what's COOL and leave me here alone wondering when your going to...if your even GOING to come home!! And now... you do THIS?!"

Tears were welling in her eyes quickly as she yelled at him from the opposite side of the room. His jaw tightened and clenched his fists.

"When the hell have you ever showed any sign of caring where I go at night?! How was I supposed to know you didn't like me having fun?!"

Maka scoffed.

"So all those times I asked you where you were going and when you'd be home, I guess that was just me not caring, right?! Oh, and I'm sure you had PLENTY of fun tonight, didn't you?"

She stressed the word 'fun' to show her sarcasm. Soul took a step closer toward her.

"I told you it was an accident and you know it!"

"Oh, sure, I an see how you must've tripped on your shoelace and landed your tongue right in her mouth. I'm so sorryyy that I overreacted. In fact let's bake a nice big cake for your little friend at the bar and invite her over for tea every Sunday afternoon!" Maka's overly cheery voice never lost the sarcastic tinge.

Soul just groaned loudly in frustration.

"Why do you have to be like this?! Can't you--for ONCE, act normal?!" He shouted as he doged yet another random object.

Maka pressed her lips together in a hard line with tears streaming down her face and fists at her sides.

She didn't speak until finally she opened her mouth a murmured angrily...

"We're done, Soul."

These words caught him so off guard, he tripped over his own feet with a hurt expression as he tried to follow Maka into the room where she pulled a duffel bag from the closet.

"Maka, come on. You're not serious..." He said as if trying to convince himself more than convince her.

He could barely hide the sudden pain in his voice as she silently grabbed clothes from her drawers without even looking at him.

"M-maka...please. I'm sorry..." He pleaded.

She continued to ignore him as she entered their bathroom to grab her toothbrush. He followed her as she roamed the house for things she might need as he continued to beg her not to leave.

"I'm sorry, Soul. You and I obviously need some time away from each other." She said quietly, zipping her bag up and slinging over her shoulder.

Soul watched her, "You mean for...like a day... right...?" He asked hopefully.

She only looked at him sadly before her eyes fixed on the floor.

"I'll be back later for my stuff..." She mumbled, probably referring to her many books and what clothes she didn't pack.

She pulled on her coat and her boots, putting a hand on the doornob, she heard him speak again.

"Where will you go...?"

She turned back to see a teary-eyed Soul glaring off to the side, as if trying to hide it cause crying's not 'cool'. Still, he looked pained. Maka tried to shake off any guilt she felt.

He was the one that cheated her.

He had his chance.

"To a friend's house. Probably Tsubaki... for the time being at least." She said slowly.

He nodded.

"At least call me when you get there then..."

She nodded. She knew there was no point in arguing. After he was just going to make sure she got there ok.

Maka turned the doornob and saw him flinch. As though her opening the door was painful for him. He gave her one last pleading look before she opened the door. He looked like he wanted to hold her. She wanted to hold him too.

But she didn't.

"Goodbye," She said as normally as she could manage.

She exited and began walking away.

It was getting late, the sun just starting to set, making the sky a burnt orane-pink color.

Part of her wanted to turn around and lunge back at him. Another part of her wished he would run after her and promise everything will be okay.

But all she got was...

"...see you later."

Before he clicked the door shut.

Maka didn't look back. She knew if she did, She'd sucker herself into going back. She needed time away from him. She needed to think about things. She didn't know whether she was leaving him for good or if only a few weeks or even days.

...maybe even hours.......

She stopped in my tracks.

Don't turn back. Don't turn back.

She straightened up and tightened my grip on my duffel bag before starting a more confident pace.

She couldn't help but feel like Soul was watching me from our apartment window.

But she didn't turned around.

...

Well there's number 1 for ya. Not too long cause I sorta wanna wait until I get some reviews letting me know if it's any good. Of course this chapter is all "boo-hoo, i don't want to but i have to leave", but I swear Emo-Maka is not here to stay guys. It'll get better as it goes.

Oh and just in case you guys are wondering, in this fic, I'm making it so that everybody is a normal person. Everyone lives in Shibusen, it's just that no one turns into a weapon or goes on missions. BLAH BLAH BLAH, shoot me. I had to make it that way, otherwise Maka would stay for the fact that she and Soul are Meister and Weapon partners. I had to do something to get her out of there!

Oh yeah and obviously they're not little 13 year olds or anything. They're...let's say...18? 19? You choose, something like that I guess.

And one last thing, please don't think I'm bashing Soul. I really do love Soul, he's coooool! *3*

ADD&REVIEW-yes? :)