A/N: Born out of my overactive mind and a boring physics class came the idea for a multi chaptered fic about Soul and Maka. So, read, review, and tell me what you think.
I know it's short, but this is just the intro. Following chapters should be longer and up soon. SMILES!
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater, the Principality of Monaco, or Band-Aid® brand bandages.
Chapter One: The Intro (With the cliffe ending!)
0o0o0o0
They both had taken injuries. This week, chaos reigned in lovely Monaco, in the old fort of Monaco-Ville (1), in the form of a nasty former butcher who enjoyed taking the livers out of young women. And unlike a certain professor, this monster didn't stitch them back up and send them on their merry way. So Maka and Soul were sent to take care of the Kishin egg. The fight was tough, as The Phantom Butcher, as the people of Monaco were calling it, was crafty, and had retained enough of it's cognitive ability to know that someone would be coming after it. It was prepared, and rather unfortunately, quite large and vicious.
With one final stroke of Soul's scythe, the Kishin egg fell. Soul transformed and after consuming the soul, turned to the dazed Maka.
"Maka, are you alright?" Soul asked urgently. Maka blinked up at Soul. "I'm alright, I thinkk..." she said suddenly sagging against Soul, revealing a long slash of red across her back and shoulder.
"Oh shit," Soul said, looking around. The city of Monaco closed up early, and this time there was no Spirit and Stein coming to save them. There was only one option and Soul didn't like it. "Shit, shit, shit."
0o0o0o0
Soul moved quickly through the streets. If anyone had been awake and peering through their windows, they would have been utterly perplexed at the sight of a familiar looking boy carrying an unconscious girl, but not necessarily because of the girl, but more likely thinking: 'What the hell is he doing back here?'
Soul finally reached his destination, a large, antique house overlooking much of the city. He rested Maka's feet on the ground and with one hand clutching her waist, pounded on the door. A few minutes passed and Soul heard someone muttering behind the door, "Qui est ici à deux dans la matinée?" (2) The door swung open revealing a middle-aged woman in a flowing nightgown and dressing gown with graying hair. "What, what do you wan-" she broke off at the sight of Soul. "Soul?" she whispered, with hope in her eyes.
"Hey, Ma," Soul said, panting. "Got any band-aids?"
0o0o0o0
Well, that's chapter one. A few clarifications:
1, I am taking some artistic license with Monaco-Ville, which is the old fortified town of Monaco. Bare with me my mistakes.
2, I used a translation website for my French translation. My English meaning: "Who could be here at two in the morning?"