Maka Albarn was cold. Surprisingly, after all her goals in life, you'd suspect one of them had to have been to get a damn heater so she wouldn't need to bundle up under 50 million sheets.

It wasn't always this cold in Death City, the weather would reach a scorching 120 degrees in the summer; hell for some but a normal summer day for any citizen of the Nevada deserts infamous city. She regrets it, still living in this two bedroom two bathroom apartment that she called home the moment her father sent her bags off. Her kiddish twin tails grew out, going only slightly past her mid arm. The cherry sparkle in her emerald green eyes shunned itself from looking into that room.

His room.

Soul "Eater"Even's room.

Maka Albarn; Honorary Meister of Soul Eater Even's, the newest death scythe of Lord Death.

Yeah, no one told her he'd have to be gone on the other side of the world 358 days and one week outta the year for a vacation. Not to mention whole whopping two days to move out! Yippe!

This was a schedule she lived by for almost 5 years now. Waiting a whole year to see her old, spiky, sterling white haired weapon partner. She treated every day like the next, waiting. And even if he'd just come home everyone of those seven days and go straight to his room at night and out for parties in the day, that was fine with little Maka.

Except, She wasn't little anymore.

She actually wanted to talk to Soul now, see what kind of missions he's been on, hear him complain about the ramen she purposely made , but he'd just smile.

He would simply smile his shark like teeth and wave goodbye.

Maka sat up, twisting the lined black switch on her light on, sliding over sheets out her bed and to where a whitely painted window desk sat. The strangely dank colored desk standing out from her light purple walls and wooden floors.

On its wall contained assignments for her college finals that were do, reminders and pictures lined a simply white calendar tatted with small weekly planned out schedules. This week however,a large oval covered it with the words "Soul" On it, four of the seven days marked down before it with ruby red ink.

"Three days," She reminded herself, drawing her window closed with a hollowed humming.

"Let's get going.."

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It was 11:30 in the afternoon now, around the time that Crona would make his presence with Death the Kid.

'885...886..887..88-'

Maka tranced her thoughts when a small knock could be heard from the front door. She shuffled off the shinny orange stools to the door.

"G-good morning, Maka! "Crona smiled softly."Yes, good morning Maka.I need to fix your hair againe, it's not symmetrical anymore."

Ah yes, Crona magnora and Death the kid Shinigami. Or should I say ,Crona Shinigami. Her petite purple haired friend grew up to marry death HIMSELF'S only son.

However, their strange love came with a price. Marrying the son of a witch was forbidden, especially when your father is Lord Death,

meaning you yourself would need to take over if Shinigamis-san was to be killed. Kid gave it up, and to his fathers slight disappointment, had every thing set for Death City's grandest wedding. Everyone was their, and Maka herself was Cronas "Bride"maid (or so to speak) And BlackStar Deaths best man. She wanted a wedding like this one day was all she could think that day, squeezing Liz's and Tsubaki's hands tightly. Liz and Tsubaki were like the sisters she never had, and they could read the meisters face like a book.

They knew what she was thinking.

"Yeah yeah yeah." Maka smiled, gesturing an open arm welcoming the two in. "Come in,"

The laughing sun in the sky had just been setting by the time the trio finally sat down to eat.

"So," Maka started. "What did you guys need to talk abo-"

"We're moving." Kid stated blankly watching Crona choke on his food at the surprise."K-kid!"

What did he say...?

Maka was confused. When the hell were they going to tell her? How long until they left? When would they come to see her again? Why would they leave?

She set her fork down slowly."..When are you guys leaving?"

"Were leaving when Soul leaves 10 days fro-"

"10 days!? "Maka yelled immediately,slamming her hand down lifting her body up from her chair. "Are you kidding me!?"

"M-Maka, calm down! P-please!"Crona cried shoving out his arm to try and grab her. "C-calm down!? You guys are all I have left in Death City and your leaving!? H-how the hell am I suppose to...to calm.."Maka was losing her breath, gasp of air in between words."Maka, calm down, you're acting like a child.."Death whispered wrapping his arm around his shoulder bringing Crona with him as hot tears dripped from her eyes."D-don't leave..please d-don't.."

" Maka, I wish we could but, "He looked at Crona holding this girl.

"We need to start moving out of this .We can't stay in Death City forever and neither can you. Even if you don't, Tsubaki and BlackStar are only a days train ride away, and Liz is down the stre-"

"B-but what do I do when I need Crona? What if he needs me, o-or your OCD goes whack and you need me!?" Maka panted heavily ,her pain crawling its way down her shivering lips and down her chin. "I'm sorry can't be with you until you want us to leave. We need to start get a house out of death city so Crona can get to see what else this world has."

"S-show him goggle e-earth.."

"Maka, even I know that your brain isn't symmetrical anymore."

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"So," Liz said fililing her nails,a small gush of air brushing amongst them whenever the crumbs of her nails made it hard to see how close she was getting to the shiny, pale skin. "Heard from Soul yet?"

Maka sighed, finally seating herself down next to the weapon. "Blair said he left a message earlier when she was house sitting."

"Wait, if she lives here, then why does she need t-"

"It's just something I say so she'll stay home, anyways. She said that he left a message saying he's flying in tomorrow night sometime after 11'and Black Stars picking him up."

"Hm.."

"Hm?"

"Hm. It's strange, Isn't he staying here?" Liz questioned her, it was in fact VERY strange...

"Their probably gonna go partying. Its not like I don't get to see hi-"

"You see him wake up to walk out the door and to see him walk IN to go to sleep, isn't exactly seeing him, that's looking at him."

"There's a difference?"

"Yes." Liz mumbled scrunching her knees up to her chest, leaving her fingers to dry from the freshly painted coat of nail polish.

"Seeing him is talking to him. Hanging out and seeing what's up. LOOKING at him is what you're doing here."Maka gave a small smile. "Isn't that what happened wi-" "We do not speak of her. Never. She is just a figment of thought that I dreamed of once having."

"Meaning," Replied the girl. "You were in love with her"

Truth is, Liz wasn't hiding it from anyone, she DID love her "sister". It wasn't something she could actually hide from anyone who had know her for so long. But when she tried to talk to the younger Thompson sister,she didn't take it so lightly.

'I hate you!'

'You're sick!'

'What the hell wrong with you!'

'Dumb freak!'

Was what majority of their argument was.(Savior a few words that can't be mentioned.)

She later ran away, leaving poor Elizabeth Thompson alone.

"Neh~I don't really care where that witch went.." Liz said blowing down on her nails. "Besides, it's not like she wants me to find her.."

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"Sooouuuuulll! Do you have anything left to-"

"No patty, it's fine. I got it all."

Soul groaned, flipping over until his eyebrow hit the wooden night stand, a small 'Shit'coming out his lips.

Here they were, almost a whole year later together. Patty somehow caught up to Soul in one of his missions. In need of assistance, Patty quickly turned into one (of the once twin) pistols.

And the rest is history.

"Aww, Souls sleepy!" The blond clapped loudly, her body landing on his back when she leapt from the front of the bed.

"Yeah, "Soul sighed loudly,not hiding his tiered bags under his ruby eyes." I just wanna get some sleep,babe."