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Maka stood outside the academy, she'd been given new uniform to wear. She didn't really understand why Death was sending her and Soul to another school but she thought it must have something to do with the people that attacked her. She looked down at the new uniform. It was a black skirt, white shirt, black blazor and red tie. She had her hair up in the usual ponytails. Her arm was still stiff and she had a few stitches but nothing she couldn't handle. She was waiting for Soul. Ever since the attack, she hadn't seen much of him. Was she an annoyance, had the attack fueled the annoyance? When she did see him, he didn't say much and bowed his h

The bell rang but Soul stayed in the shade, staring at the lunch box like it held the answers to the universe. He thought for a long time about events that had happened and feelings that had appeared. Maybe, just maybe what Black star had said had been right. Even so Soul couldn't... Maka walked back into the classroom after the bell had rang. She was feeling excited about about going out with someone, she never got out these days. She spotted that Soul wasn't back in his place. Now that she thought about it she had hit him full pelt with a lunch box, was he okay? Maka shook her head it was his own damn fault. She tried to act strong but

Part 2 Maka's point of view of the day- The bell rang to signal the start of break, Soul strolled past Maka without even looking at her. She waited till he was out of the class room to confront him. "Soul," Maka said, he stopped but didn't turn around, "What's the matter with you?" "It's nothing Maka, don't worry," Soul said in a low voice. She walked around him to look at his face but he had his eyes closed. "Something must be wrong! Your not even looking at me!" Maka shouted in frustration. He sighed and leaned against the wall, "I said there's nothing wrong!" He raised his voice. Everyone was looking at them now, "Then look at me

Swept Away The fragrant smell of bacon and eggs wafted throughout the small apartment. Maka was, as usual, up and about much earlier than the second tenant that thrived alongside her within the household. She shifted the bacon around the pan as it sizzled furiously. She recoiled as some of the bacon grease spat at her, as if it was annoyed at the fact that it was being cooked. Maka pouted and her blonde, wispy hair flew around her head in a snake-like manner. "If you weren't already a dead piece of meat, I would have throttled you by now!" She huffed. Her apple green eyes grew wide with fear and she briskly flung round to scan her surround