DISCLAIMER: THIS WAS A REQUEST ASKED OF ME SO HERE IT IS. THEY SEEM TO HAVE CONFIDENSE THAT I CAN DO THIS SO I'LL TRY SINCE MY OTHER STORY IS ABOUT DONE. OH AND I DON'T OWN SOUL EATER OR THE PLOT LINE. JUST THE IDEA OF HOW TO DO IT.

It had been two weeks since the battle with Ashura. Shibusen had lost many miesters and weapons. Of course no one but the students that had been face to face with Ashura felt more sadness and grief. Spirit cried as he stood beside the small group of his daughter's friends. Maka Albarn's empty grave was marked before them. At first no one had noticed she was missing. Soul was the first of course to find out his miesters wavelength had disappeared. She was a weapon, she was a miester, and she had defeated the Kishin. But she had also vanished. Lord Death had announced her as one of the dead. Each friend had dealt with the pain differently. Kid had taken to helping the girls cry their eyes out. Returning to Maka's grave whenever they could to clean it up. Blackstar and Tsubaki trained even harder refusing to allow any more of their friends to meet the same fate. Spirit had stopped womanizing and taken his job as deathscythe even more seriously. But none had changed or suffered more than Soul Evans. He had lost his miester, his friend, and more importantly his secret love. The albino had spent the first week in stunned silence, the second week in tears, and now he stood before the god of death.

"Soul, your miesters death affected you most and for that I'm sorry. But as a weapon it is your duty to complete your task to become a deathscythe. Therefore as of now you are to be partnered with a young lady named Rika Hisami. She recently transferred here from the Japanese branch." The shinigami explained. Soul bit back a curse and plastered on his cold emotionless face.

"Of course, thank you." He bowed in his monotonous tone. His voice never changed of wavered nowadays and he never smiled. He had merely followed his friends, not really noticing what they did seeming to act on auto pilot rather than his own thinking's.

"Hello, Soul-kun. It is an honor to be partnered with the weapon of the famous Maka Albarn." His new partner bowed. Soul nodded as he studied her features. She wasn't ugly, no she was beautiful. Her raven hair was pulled up in a ponytail allowing small strings of her bangs to frame her pale face. Her olive skin was accented by the forest green Japanese knee length dress she wore. He also noted the dark green pants she wore underneath the short dress for fighting. But what gave him his chills and cursed his mind were her eyes. They were the same color as hers. Pain crept into his heart as he lost himself to her eyes.

"Maka." He whispered.

"She just recently lost her weapon. So I'll leave the two of you alone so that you can get acquainted." And with that he dismissed the newest team. Both walked silently towards the small apartment he shared with Maka… use to share with Maka.

"Do you live here alone?" asked Rika in a curious tone as she noted the cleanliness of the rooms.

"Yeah, we, I mean I use to have a witch cat name Blair stay here. But she left soon after the accident." Soul murmured. He showed her to his old room, he haven took Maka's room. Once she thanked him he left to hide behind his old miesters closed room. It still smelled of strawberries and held her things. He had refused to even trash her school work. Hoping in vain, that she would come to his room one day and fuss at him giving him one of her Maka-chops. Tears fell from his eyes. No more would he see the small smiles, the books flying to his head, the smell of her making breakfast. All that was gone. His secret love was gone. A knock on the door interrupted his brooding mood.

"Soul-kun, I'm going to the store for food. What would you like?" Rika asked.

"I'm not hungry." He called back and after a few minutes the door opened and closed and he was once again alone. On the table beside him rested a picture of he and his miester. Both were smiling, but that was only because Soul had nipped at his miesters neck playfully and tickled her. Judging by the background they had been on a mission that had access to a beach and was warm. They were both in shorts and a tank top and looked relaxed for once.

"Maka, you promised me one more vacation. Cool people don't lie." Soul hissed as he pulled the blankets over his head. This whole situation in his opinion was not cool.

At the store Rika roamed the aisles trying to find something the boy sulking in his room would like. She knew how hard it was to get over someone you love dying. She had gone through it last month. So to lighten his mood she decided on one of her families recipes. It wasn't really a traditional Japanese meal but it was a home cooked meal. Something she was sure the albino had not had since his miesters death. Suddenly she ran into something blue and bouncy.

"Oh, excuse me." She replied quickly bowing.

"No we're sorry, Blackstar you should really watch where you're going." The Asian shadow weapon said as her hyper ninja miester scanned the woman he ran into.

"I'm the great god Blackstar. I know all who live here. So who are you?" he asked in a demanding voice.

"My name is Rika Hisami, a pleasure to meet you. I am Soul-kun's new partner." Rika introduced. The ninja team paused turning pale.

"So your who they got to replace Maka." Blackstar hissed. Rika cocked her head in confusion.

"Blackstar, be nice. Soul is a weapon. Yes this must be hard for him. But he needs another miester to help him become a deathscythe. Maka would have wanted this." The shadow weapon explained.

"No Tsubaki, it's not that. Listen here Rika or Mika or whatever. You can never replace Maka so don't try." And with that Blackstar and Tsubaki marched from the stunned miester.

"I wasn't planning on replacing anyone." Rika sulked ready to return home and wishing she had her weapon and not Maka's.