Sorry for the delayed update! Here you guys go! I don't know about you guys, but Maka and Soul's relationship is such a sacred thing to me that I actually teared up writing this chapter. But that's just me! I hope you guys enjoy

Disclaimer:

Me: Okay, Soul, take it away.

Soul: How can I take it away when I'm supposedly de-

Me: SHHHH, DON'T SPOIL, JUST DO IT.

Soul: Fine. Nadeen doesn't own Soul Eater. She wishes she does, of course but claims that Square Enix can keep its rights to Excalibur and pass the rest of it to her.

Me: FFFFFFFFF I HATE THAT THING.

Chapter 4

Maka

She looked down at she stood in the middle of the ballroom, it's previous galore stripped and replaced with bloody streaks, smashed china, and slashed drapes. She felt hollow as she slowly bent down, and with bloody fingertips, lifted the piece of stained cloth that lay there. Soul's headband looked out of place, not being on his head. The EAT badge pinned to it had been lost in the fray and all that was left was his name tag, attached as a souvenir of when they first met. Maka clutched it tightly to her chest as she collapsed to the floor. It was all such a shock for her that even tears couldn't form. A void feeling settled where her heart was supposed to be. She sensed that if someone were to knock on her chest, they would hear a hollow thump. It wasn't there anymore. It was gone.

Just like Soul was.

There was a soft swish as a coat settled on her, and only then did Maka realize she was shivering. She looked up and saw Black*Star, his fun and silly demeanor gone and replaced with a grim and serious one. He knelt beside her and bent until they were on the same eye level. His eyes, hereditary for those descended from the Star Clan, were full of anguish and sorrow over the loss of his best friend. He knew more than anyone how much she was hurting.

"Maka…" he said in a low voice. This wasn't right. It couldn't be. Something inside her snapped and boiled. She spun her head, facing Black*Star with almost a crazed look in her eyes.

"Why are you talking like that Black*Star? Did you injure your voice? You should get Nygus to check on you! After all how could you be the Great Black*Star, if your voice is so low?" she began to giggle crazily. But as Black*Star continued to look at her with that somber look on her face, she felt the smile start to slip.

"…please. Do something crazy. Something that will make me want to Maka Chop you. Stop being so serious. Why are you acting this way? THIS ISN'T REAL, PLEASE STOP!" She shouted, voice breaking, and the tears finally flowing down her face. Her hands were in tight fists as her fingernails dug into her skin. The formed half moons, that slowly disappeared. This was how she felt. A half of a whole, soon to disappear. Unable to survive on its own.

What seemed moments ago they danced on this very spot, to the melody of their Soul Resonance. The deep bond forged between them and the surge of feeling between them, had a deep imprint on Maka's heart.

Soul looked downward as he danced, careful not to step on her toes. Maka could see the nervousness in his eyes and smiled to comfort him, but it somehow made him all the more nervous.

"Maka, I…err, wanted to check on how you were holding up." He said in a low and slightly pitchy voice. The strange sentence structure didn't pass Maka and she wondered what he was about to say before changing his mind.

"I'm good Soul, is the Ogre giving you a bad time?" Soul's eyes widened at her question before he shook his head. His lips parted as he tried to say something else, and Maka found herself transfixed at their shape. Sharp teeth slightly protruding and creating small dents on his lower lip, entranced her as she crept closer to him, using the upbeat in the song as an excuse. Soul's gaze was fixed somewhere else and Maka frowned, feeling jealousy spike up in her. Who could he be looking at while they were dancing?

When Soul twirled her, she saw that Black*Star was trying to get something across to Soul. Or he could be choking with his mouth flapping like an oxygen deprived fish.

Suddenly, Soul pulled her too close, and Maka's breath hitched. A slight pressure on the top of her head alerted her that Soul's chin rested there. They were barely inches apart, chests nearly brushing against each other. She felt her heart beat faster at this new development.

Soul lifted his chin and lowered his face once more. Now those lips she was admiring a while ago were pressed in a soft kiss on her forehead. The fast beating of her heart halted to a stop at that moment.

"S-Soul…?" she said in barely a whisper. She looked up to meet his gaze, filled with a heat that matched those of a red flame. Their faces were so close, she could feel his breath on her cheek. He leaned in even closer till their noses touched and his lips were not even millimeters away. They brushed hers, barely and soft as his whisper, as he spoke.

"Maka, I lo-"

He never got to finish his sentence. Because that was when it all went wrong. Their plan backfired somehow and the witches caught on, attacking them.

Black*Star rose and lifted Maka gently onto his back. She peered over his shoulder and continued to stare at the floor as it blurred every few seconds in sync with his footsteps. Each footfall made two words repeat in her head, as they echoed through the room.

He's gone. He's gone. He's gone.

The black and white chess like floor slowly blended together before fading completely to black.

Gaining consciousness, Maka felt warm sunlight pierced the back of her eyelids, coaxing her to open them, but she resisted. She let the warmth spread from the base of her head to the tips of her toes, and loved the way her body absorbed the sun's rays. Days like these were common and she spent them mostly with Soul. He'd slide up next to her, and she would enjoy the reassurance of the pressure he brought with him when he sat. She liked knowing he was there. Ever so slightly she would extend her hand subtly, and eventually his would brush against hers, just like they were now…

Reality kicked in, and she bolted up, wildly looking from left to right, her eyes settling on the white haired individual in front of her.

"S-Soul?" she stuttered, blinking several times in attempt to rid her eyes of its blurriness. Her hope soared and heart flew at the sight of that hair, but it all came crashing down when he smiled. Instead of those shark like teeth she was used to, this man had two rows of typically, blunt and even shaped teeth.

"Sorry to disappoint." Said Wes while tilting his head to the side.

Maka immediately shot up to her feet in the presence of this stranger. The feelings within her tumbled and clashed as she looked onto this familiar stranger. His resemblance to Soul was so similar, she could almost imagine it were a polished up version of him. However, she knew at the same time, that no matter how hard Soul would try to dress up he would never be able to tame that ash white hair of his. Wes's hair was neatly combed and arranged perfectly with no stray hairs.

Maka edged away from him, and took a look around her surroundings. She was in a hotel room, but not hers and Soul's. Her heart thumped as she corrected herself mentally. It wasn't hers and Soul's anymore. Just hers.

"W-Where's Black*Star?" she asked Wes, who sat calmly and took a sip of coffee from a DeathBucks foam cup. His fingers played with the paper jacket, till the Shinigami emblem was torn at. She shivered slightly as she watched those fingers pick and fray the coating.

"Hmm, getting a medical check I assume, down in the lobby." He smiled again, in such an even way, that Kidd would admire how symmetrical it was. This just further proved to her that he and Soul were two different people with utterly different personalities, despite being from the same family and sharing similar looks.

"I'm going to meet up with them." She blurted out, anxious to leave.

"Wait!"

Maka slowly turned and saw Wes bend over and pick something off the dresser. In his hand was Soul's headband, which she must've dropped. She edged closer to him to take it, to hold it and never let go again, but the way he looked at her unnerved her. She stayed quiet as a weird moment passed between them, eyes never wavering nor breaking contact.

"If you need anything Maka, anything at all, just come to me." Wes smiled in a sad way as the memory of his brother floated to the surface. Seeing that, Maka couldn't stay there anymore. He was too much of a reminder of what she had lost. Tears filled her eyes as she snatched the headband away from Wes, and ran out of the hotel room.

Yeaaah...

Please don't be hating on me just cuz I killed off Soul :( I hate myself too.