Crona: Yay! I finally appear in one of SilverRose's stories!

Ragnarok: Why are you so excited by that?

SilverRose: Hey!

Ragnarok: Your writing sucks and its really short!

SilverRose: I know (sob) I'm sorry! I'll try harder! I'm so sorry!

Crona: Don't make her cry! That's mean! And I can't deal with a crying girl!

Ragnarok: She doesn't even own Soul Eater!

Maka was wondering why Soul still wasn't in class and where Dr. Stein had gone when the sound of the creaky double doors to the gym opening distracted her from her sparring match with BlackStar. She was already covered in bruises because she could barely pay attention. Her brief glance away allowed BlackStar to land a solid kick in Maka's gut.

"Ha! Another victory for the great Blackstar!"

"Ugg. Nice hit," said Maka, clutching her middle and wincing. Mary, the cause of the distraction, and Kid rushed to her side.

"You're not really into this today are you?" said BlackStar standing over her with his hands on his hips.

"You think!" said Kid incredulously.

"I'm so sorry!" cried Marry.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Maka assured them. "So why are you here?"

"Oh! Well Dr. Stein sent me to get you two." Mary gestured to Maka and Kid. Maka stood suddenly, startling her.

"Did he say what it was about?" Maka suspected it was about Soul.

"No, I don't think-"

"And where to?"

"Training field C"

Maka dragged Kid through the doors and down the hallway impatiently. She ignored Kid's whining that they should take time to change out of their gym uniforms first. He barely had time to call for Liz and Patty to change into weapon form as he was dragged out.

When they reached the field Dr. Stein was sitting backwards in his swivel chair, cranking his screw and grinning wickedly with a half burnt cigarette hanging between his lips. Crona stood shaking with Ragnarok clutched in both hands. Soul stood a good distance from the other two with his hands in his pockets and his eyes on the ground. He looked like a puppy that had just been whipped. As they arrived Justin came out of the trees.

"Good, we're all here," cooed the screwy professor.

"Professor! What is the point of this?"

"You'll see my dear," cooed the professor, the words dripping in bitter sweetness. Soul flinched and growled low in his throat, baring his pointy teeth.

Dr. Stein had not really talked to Soul like he promised but more set up something better, deciding that Soul was more of a physical learner.

"Come here my darling," he crooned to Maka. She hesitantly made her way towards him, not taking her eyes off her weapon the whole time. "Alright! Soul you will take on Kid, Crona, and Justin!"

"What! Professor, that's absurd!" whined Kid "We should have two on two to make the teams symmetrical." The professor ignored his pleads and signaled for the match to begin.

Kid continued to pout hopelessly and Crona's teeth began to chatter. Justin, however, smiled and launched towards Soul. Soul was ready for him with his right arm in weapon form. His eyes were filled with murder and it almost scared Maka. They clashed together, much like in their last battle. Justin was clearly more powerful but he toyed maliciously with the younger weapon.

They chased each other ferociously, using the entire expanse of the field. With one blow Soul flew back and landed very close to the professor and Maka. Justin pounced on Soul and they locked weapons. The professor grabbed Maka by the waist, hoisted her onto his knee and rolled them to safety. He grinned wickedly at Soul who became even angrier.

Soul, with newfound passion, threw a surprised Justin off of him. Justin recovered quickly though and launched at him once more. The battle would have raged on for hours.

"Hey Kid!" called the professor "Soul told me he thinks symmetry is for sissies!"

"What! How dare he! For symmetry!" And with the manliest battle cry ever to be witnessed by man or beast he joined the fray.

"And Crona and Ragnarok! Soul thinks your sissies too. He bet me a whole bag of candy he could beat you. If you win, you can have it!"

"What! We can't let him smear my reputation like that and I want that candy!" screeched Ragnarok. He pinched Crona's cheeks until Crona finally consented and halfheartedly joined in.

Soul only faltered for a moment before continuing to fight the hopeless battle. Maka watched as Soul hopelessly defended himself against his ruthless opponents. All he could do was dodge and block. If he tried to attack, he let his guard down and would be attacked by another opponent. He saw an opening in one of Kid's odd stances and dove forward but Crona gravely sliced his side with Ragnarok.

"I'm sorry Soul. I really am. I just couldn't deal with the cheek pinching and-"

"So Maka have you figured out the point of this exercise?" whispered Stein.

"Yes. I've know from the very beginning."

"You always were my brightest student."

"I'm just waiting for Soul to realize what's going on. I think he's figuring it out…"

She didn't have to wait long. Soul clutched his side and flung himself backwards, avoiding Justin's swings at him and Kid's bullets. He sprinted across the field in a zigzag, trailing blood behind him. Justin was quickest and pounced on the injured weapon. He locked his guillotine with Soul's scythe. Soul's red eyes darted to Maka's and in a brief moment of eye contact, the first they had had in a week, they understood one another.

Soul threw Justin off and raced towards Maka who was racing towards him with her arm outstretched. Soon the familiar weight of her scythe rested in her hands and their emotions flowed into each other blurring together. Maka's eyes watered but there was no time to be sentimental.

"Don't start crying on me now."

"Soul, you're an idiot. This is a real pickle you've gotten us into…But if we take them on one at a time I think we can accomplish it."

"Alright. Let's do it. Justin first."

"That's what I was thinking." Crona was still mumbling about something so that left Kid to disarm temporarily. Maka sprinted towards him, dodging his bullets with ease, as she passed him she whispered in his ear.

"You're hair isn't symmetrical." He fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

Maka turned to face Justin, twirling Soul to get used to his feel again. It felt like ages since she had fought using Soul, sharing the intimate bond between weapon and meister.

"Soul resonance! Witch Hunter!"

SilverRose: Ok so the next chapter will probably be the last one! I'm sorry I don't have time to finish tonight but I wanted to post something.

Ragnarok: She made us look like sissies

Crona: Please don't pinch my cheeks