This story has helped me through some difficult times. I believe it helped me out of depression a little because it gave me a reason to be happy everyday :) I hope you enjoy this, it has certainly done a lot for me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater

Chapter One

It's been a whole month since she was taken away from him. What could she be going through? A shiver ripped its way down Soul's spine at the thought. But he knew that Asura had picked the wrong girl. Although Maka is small, her bravery and strength is something Lord Death himself admires. Whatever the Keisha could be doing to get information is simply futile. She will never give into the madness, no matter how much torture she has to endure.

Soul quietly made his own breakfast as he continued to worry about his meister's well-being. He and his team have tried dozens of times to save her, but were defeated every time. Not only is Asura much more powerful then all of them put together, he is a master of disguise and tracking him is hell. As Soul sits down in his usual seat he can't help but wonder what today would be like if Maka was still with him. Whether she would be smiling or hitting him with that damn book, he would just be happy to be spending time with her.

Being his meister, Maka was everything to him. When their souls resonated it was like being struck by lightning. They were one of the strongest pairings in the school. With her being gone so long, Soul was beginning to feel incomplete. Soul's chest tightened as he remembered the first day he came home without her. He was completely unaware of what had happened. All he knew was that she had skipped their last three classes; something she would normally never even consider.

As he walked into the house, worried she could be sick, he heard her calling from her room, "Soul! Soul, help me!" But after breaking down the door, he realized no one was there.

"Maka? Maka this isn't funny, what the hell is going on?"

Then he was answered by a smooth, pleased voice, "Maka is gone. She is mine now." This statement was followed by insane, high-pitched laughter.

"...Asura? No!"

Soul expected to hear the voice again, and waited on her bed for about 20 minutes, screaming at the voice to answer him. But he knew he had to do something and ran back to the school to get help. After that everything changed. Lord Death sent his son, Black Star, their weapons, and Soul out right away to rescue the young meister. Her father was pitiful to watch as he sobbed on the floor until Stein forced him to get up and leave. The school went into frenzy as graphic rumors of murder spread through the halls. Soul remained stone-faced and calm as all this occurred around him. He wouldn't lie down and cry like the pathetic Death Scythe, or participate in the ignorant gossip. He had to stay strong for Maka, or she would never be found.

But as the weeks passed Soul continued to lose hope. He began to wonder if he would ever have her back in his life. How much longer will it be before Asura gives up and kills her off? No, he won't let that happen. Today will be the day Asura dies. Soul wouldn't let her slip away from him again. He grabbed the bag he hadn't unpacked since the searches started and left to meet up with the others.

They met at the front steps of the academy; all ready to fight once again. Soul sighed as they all watched him approach. There they go again. Those damn sympathetic smiles. Like they expect me to start crying. They should know I'm a cool guy; I don't do that.

Tsubaki was the first to greet him, "Hi Soul, I think today is the day."

Soul hesitated as he thought the idea over. They finally know Asura is permanently living at Lady Arachne's castle and they've definitely been getting stronger as a team. He then flashed Tsubaki a charming half-smile, "Yeah, seems like it."

Realizing the attention was getting away from him, Black Star just had to butt in, "Well of course it is! You got ME!"

Soul raised an eyebrow at his friend, "And all those other times were-"

"Just practice! Heh, I swear."

Putting his hands into his pockets, Soul decided to just accept it this time, "Just practice. Sure, whatever. You guys ready to go?"

The team managed to defeat the guards and get into Asura's bedroom. Luckily Lady Arachne was no where to be found. A barrier of madness surrounded itself around them and the fight began. Asura mostly blocked attacks to begin with. The arrogant bastard was just playing with them as always. Soul began to fight until he noticed something in the corner. What he saw was shocking.

It was Maka. She was chained to the wall and wasn't moving. Her clothes were ripped so that she was hardly dressed. She appeared dirty and malnourished. Tears came to his eyes when he saw this but he blinked them away immediately so he could stay focused. While the others were distracting the Keisha, Soul ran to her aid. Please be alive, please Maka!

He began to shake her lifeless body, "Maka! Maka wake up, it's me, Soul! Don't be dead, please, I need you!"

To his relief she began to move and open her eyes. She then said groggily, "Oh hi Soul..."

"Maka? I'm here to bring you home! Come on, get up!"

Suddenly her eyes shot open as if waking up from a bad dream. "Oh my God, Soul!" She stared at his frightened face and brushed his cheek with her weak little hand. She smiled, "It's really you."

He took her hand and smiled back, relieved, "Yes it's me, let's go home ok?"

"But...Asura."

"The others will hold him off, we-"

"No! We have to kill him now!" She stood up halfway but was pushed back down by the chains restraining her. "Soul, get me out of this, we have to fight."

"Fight? Maka look at you, you can't fight like this!"

She gave him a determined glare, "Well just get me out of these chains and we'll see."

He broke off the chains and helped her to her feet. She wobbled a little at first but soon steadied herself. He then noticed the black and blue bruises on her arms and legs. They looked painful but he had expected more cuts than bruises. She did look pretty thin; maybe he tortured her with food instead of physical harm? But wouldn't pain be more satisfying to something as evil as a Keisha?

"Come on, Soul. Our friends need help."

Soul looked into her piercing green eyes and realized there was no arguing with her. He transformed and they went into the battle together, as if they had never been separated.

The fight was brutal. Kid and Black Star were both unconscious when Maka entered the battle. Kid had managed to give a significant blow to the Keishan before passing out. A sphere of power surged around him, as all three stripes on his head gradually connected. Completely powered up, Kid struck the Keishan, lowering its defenses and leaving Asura in his human state. But he was still much stronger than a normal man. Maka fought her hardest, unconcerned with the pain in her weakened bones. She fought with Soul until even he was knocked out cold. She was alone, but that's how she knew it would be. Broken and bleeding, Maka stood before her tormentor for the last time. But she refused to lose hope. She continued fighting and her strength gave Asura great fear.

This fear is what defeated the Keisha. He could not handle his own emotions and allowed them to take over.

He lost. Maka fell to the ground, weary and close to death. The barrier created by Asura broke and the students were rescued by Stein and Death Scythe. They learned later that Arachne had been killed by Asura himself earlier that day.