A/N: Hi all! I am very proud to present my brand spanking new fanfiction! Of course it's Soul Eater, and i'm hoping to continue this fic for a while. For the people who loved "The Love Story of Naruto and Sakura". A new Naru/Saku fanfic is in the planning stages, and of course to the lovers of "Love Conquers All, Even Time" my Inuyasha/Kagome Fanfic, do not fret. A new chapter was just sent to my beta for review, expect it out next week or whenever he gets the opportunity! XD

Anyways, this is chapter one. I hope you all like it and please, if you could, send me a review and tell me your thoughts!

JESS

Chapter 1:

Happy Birthday, Maka.

X-S-O-U-L-X

Soul Eater Evans had been Maka Albarn's weapon for years now, so many that he lost count. He was now 19 years old, not young anymore but definitely not old. Maka was – as of today – the bright, young age of 18. It was her birthday, and Soul was stuck at a party that he didn't want to be at. Why was Tsubaki hell-bent on throwing a large, extravagant birthday for his meister that all of Death City was invited to? The party was in Kid's mansion, in the huge ballroom. Fine catering was served while the wine flowed freely. Of course since Maka was now 18, she could drink legally.

Soul watched from a far corner as Maka floated around the room, looking simply stunning, the olive green dress she wore matched her eyes perfectly, her shoes had just enough height to them to elongate her long, thin legs. Her breasts were still barely a handful – not that he knew, or cared in this case – but she had long decided to ignore his teasing and accept the person she was.

She was never any fun.

The weapon watched her, giggling as she looked over at Liz, who was pointing to a boy on the other side of the dance floor.

"Go dance with him!" Soul could overhear Liz tell Maka. Maka of course shook her head, being the predictable wallflower at her own birthday party. It just seemed like she never danced with anyone, at least, anyone except him.

The thought made him grin slightly, it meant that he was special to her, and that livened his mood. She had turned down at least 5 potential suitors since he had decided to watch her from the corner.

Soul pulled his hands out of his pockets where they rested and walked over to her. He was about to show every guy in this room who Maka belonged to.

Soul didn't know exactly when he had become so possessive over Maka, maybe it had developed over the years, all the battles, and all the hardships they had been through together, it was common to develop a bond with his meister. Wasn't it?

He sauntered up to Maka, who had now of course given him her full attention ever since he came into her eyesight.

"Hey Maka, let's dance."

Liz held up her hand, "Excuse me, but it seems to me that Maka doesn't want to dance with anyone." She snarled, sounding frustrated at Maka's attitude.

Soul held out his hand, and Maka stared at it for a moment before slowly placing her cool, smooth hand in his.

He flashed her a toothy smirk as he led the birthday girl onto the dance floor.

Soul took her waist and Maka rested her arm on his shoulder as they clasped hands and slowly began to waltz to the slow piano.

"Having fun?" Maka asked after a moment of silence. Soul watched triumphantly as the boys who had asked her to dance stared at him with contempt.

"Loads." He said, grinning down at her.

"Good." She said, her eyes wandering around the room, "There are so many people here." She murmured, as Soul pulled her closer against him, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Yeah, who knew you had so many friends?"

Maka just chuckled, "I don't know most of these people…" she admitted, before looking up at him, "Thanks, for coming, I know that you don't want to be here."

"Consider it my birthday present to you." He said, sarcastically.

Maka closed her eyes and just allowed Soul to lead them through the slow dance. She could feel his heart beating though his ribcage and let the feeling to sink in. She felt so warm, so safe, so –.

"MAKA, PAPA IS HERE!!!" A voice cried, breaking Soul and Maka apart suddenly. Soul fell back onto the dance floor and Maka grunted as she was led into a slow dance by her Papa.

"Doesn't this remind you of the old days, when you used to dance with me? You are so grown up Maka!" he sang, holding her tightly against him.

"Maaaakkkaaaa….. CHOP!" the young woman bellowed, crushing her persistent father over the head with a huge book that she hid inside her dress.

Spirit crawled away, looking quite hurt in more ways then one.

"Soul, are you alright?" Maka asked, holding out her hand for her weapon.

Soul grumbled something under his breath and stood without her help, stalking off towards the balcony. What had just happened did not shine him in a cool light.

Maka watched with disdain as he walked out of sight, Tsubaki immediately came up behind Maka and rested her hand on her shoulder.

"Why did you have to invite Papa, Tsubaki-chan?"

"I'm sorry Maka," Tsubaki said, her eyes drooping, "He just showed up."

Maka sat down at one of the many tables and grabbed a glass of champagne that was being served. She downed back the glass and almost choked as the alcohol poured down her throat. Her brain immediately began to feel fuzzy.

Kid suddenly appeared next to her and patted her on the back, "Happy Birthday Maka." He said, smiling broadly.

"Thanks." She stammered before grabbing another glass of the champagne to replace the already empty one in front of her.

"Such a wonderful number, 18, the number eight is perfectly symmetrical, an even number, dividable by two. Oh to be 18 again!" he chimed.

Maka stood, ignoring Kid. The room began to spin, "What's going on?" she said out loud, propping her hand on the table to steady herself.

Liz and Patty walked up to her, handing her another drink, "You feeling it yet?" Liz asked, smiling broadly.

"Feel what?"

"The alcohol, are you feeling drunk yet?" Liz asked, almost in a fit of giggles.

"Yeah I think so." Maka said, laughing loudly.

"Maka's drunk!" Patty said, throwing back another drink, Maka following suit.

"I'm not drunk!!!" Maka exclaimed, her hands moved animatedly, "I swear, I'm just a bit tipsy!"

"Sure." Liz said, laughing harder. Suddenly another boy came up to Maka and smiled widely, his hair was an ash-blonde color and his eyes were a deep blue. He had an almost dangerous look about him.

"Hey Maka, happy birthday." He said, with an innocent grin, "Want to dance?"

Maka looked over at where Soul had left; feeling uncharacteristically angry at him for something that probably wasn't his fault.

"Sure." She said, taking the boys hand.

-S-O-U-L-

Soul stood outside stirring a cup of hot apple cider. The leaves on the trees were changing into an array of different colors. He absently reached out and grabbed a falling leaf, crushing it in his hands. He shouldn't have left Maka on the dance floor like that.

Feeling guilty he walked over to the opening of the balcony and looked for Maka around the room. She would more than likely be back near the wall or maybe with Tsubaki.

"SOUL!!!" A voice suddenly bellowed, running to him.

"Settle down, Black*Star." Soul muttered, glaring at his friend.

"Soul… Maka is dancing with some guy!" Black*Star cried, pointing at the dance floor.

Soul looked over Black*Star's shoulder and watched Maka slow dance with a guy. Jealousy erupted in his system. His heart urged him to walk up to them, rip Maka out of the other man's arms and punch the guy who dared lay a finger on her.

But that would not look cool.

Soul merely shrugged and turned around, "If she wants to dance with some guy, fine." He grunted.

Black*Star's shoulder's dropped as the idea of being at the center of attention slowly floated away with the falling leaves.

-S-O-U-L-

Maka didn't like the feel of the person she was dancing with. Who claimed he was called Tyler. Yet, she didn't care. Her mind was clouded; she began to dance sloppily, stepping on his foot with her heels. Maka felt Soul's cold stare and turned away from it, shielding her eyes from him.

"Hey Maka, what says you and me blow this joint and go back to my place?" Tyler asked as Maka barely slipped another glass to her lips and drank deep. The room was now spinning, and she found it hard to stand up straight. He held on tightly to her arm.

"No." she said firmly, standing up straight and walking back towards Tsubaki and Liz, who were watching them from the other side of the room.

"You do? Great." He said, leading her the other direction.

"No…" she mumbled, barely audible to herself as she was led from the ballroom, "I don't want to go with you."

"Sure you do, we'll have fun." He said, walking down the steps of the mansion.

"Soul…" she coughed as she was led away from him, she couldn't feel her soul reacting to Soul's soul wavelength anymore.

"Let me go…" she mumbled, struggling away from Tyler's tight grasp.

"C'mon… almost there…."

-S-O-U-L-

"Soul-kun!" A soft voice cried, when Soul turned around he saw Tsubaki's worried face.

"Hmm?"

"Maka, some guy just took her!"

Soul's face turned serious, his heart pounding in his chest as he searched for his meister's wavelength. It wasn't there.

How could he have not noticed the lack of her presence?

"What do you mean, took her? Didn't she leave with him?" Soul asked, leaning against the railing stubbornly, "She obvious liked the guy."

"Oh you stupid….!" Tsubaki snapped, before turning to Liz, who was behind her.

"Maka… she's drunk." Liz explained, "Any decision she makes isn't in her right mind. The only reason why she danced with the guy in the first place was to spite you…" she admitted.

"How did she get drunk? Didn't you two watch out for her?" Soul snapped, grabbing his coat.

"Do you want Black*Star and I to come with you?" Tsubaki asked, and Soul shook his head.

"I can deal with one guy." He assured, running off in the direction of the exit.

-S-O-U-L-

"I want to go home!" Maka cried as she was roughly pulled around by Tyler, "Let me go!" she yelled then, jerking back on him and her hand slipped out of his tight grasp.

But before she could run he had her pinned against the wall.

"I watched you…" Tyler whispered, his voice low and dangerous, "I watched you drink yourself to this state. I timed my approach accordingly and I knew when to take you." He said, nibbling her neck, "Now I want you."

"Let me go! I'm not interested." Maka snapped, pulling away from his probing mouth.

"Maka Albarn, so untouched, unlike all the other girls of Shibusen… You've never even had a boyfriend have you?"

"Well I definitely don't want you as a boyfriend!" Maka snapped shoving him as hard as she could, he fell back in shock and Maka took a step towards the sidewalk but she tripped and fell headfirst onto the concrete. She felt her head spinning as he straddled her there on the dark sidewalk.

"No…" she said, her head pounding in pain.

"C'mon, why don't you ever let anyone touch you like this?" he asked, placing a large, rough palm over her breast.

"Soul!" she screamed, tears of fear slipping out of her eyes.

-S-O-U-L-

Soul heard her scream; the sound of his name on her voice sent him to a sprint. Something was happening to his meister, and he needed to find her.

He began to desperately search for her soul wavelength. It felt so different now, was it because she was drunk? He followed the faint energy of her soul until he saw a dark shadow on the ground a few yards ahead. He saw the guy slowly pull one of Maka's pigtails out of her hair. He didn't know why the guy had chosen her, he didn't know what the guy was planning to do with her, but Soul was going to destroy him…

Within seconds Soul had the guy one hand around his neck, shoving him against the brick of the building beside them. His other arm turned into a scythe as he placed it tightly against the other's throat.

"If you ever even look at my meister again, I will take your life." The spirit weapon swore, his crimson eyes like flames.

"Sure man." The guy said, nonchalantly shrugging.

"Get the hell out of my sight." Soul breathed, releasing the guy, who promptly stepped into the darkness, and disappeared.

"Soul…" Maka cried, when he turned she was standing across from him, her eyes pouring tears. She looked scared, more than he had ever seen her. Was it because she was so helpless at that moment? Was it the alcohol?

He transformed his arm back and took her into them, holding her tightly.

"Baka, don't leave like that with strange men." Soul scolded.

"I… I tried not to." She stuttered, her body shifting back and forth.

"C'mon, let's go home." He said, lifting her into his capable arms. She immediately let the alcohol overcome her now that she knew she was safe, and fell promptly asleep in his arms.

"Happy Birthday, Maka." Soul sarcastically replied, making his way back to their apartment.

A/N: Where there you have it! I hope you all enjoyed it, now all you have to do is review and tell me what you thought! Also if you have any ideas where you think the story might be able to go, then leave me a note in a review!

Thanks again!

(Oh, and much love to my beta Mike for looking over it, I just never give you a break do I? XD)