*You can already find this Fanfic in full on deviantart under my profile there. Just wanted this story in particular to be my first on this site seeing as its one of my better works, and in case people dont want to use deviantart or just perfer this site. Anyway, ENJOY!*

Another day had begun in Death City, with the oddly and creepily grinning sun in the sky. Soul Eater Evans, lying in his room nearly painted in posters, drooled and muttering how cool he was and dreaming of standing over a beaten Death the Kid. His Meister, Maka Albarn stood in the kitchen, making the twos breakfast as normal. She'd felt weird today; she always did when something odd was going to happen during the day. 'Oh Well' she muttered to herself.

"Soul! Breakfast! Come and get it!" Maka yells down the hall where both rooms were placedfacing each other. "SOUL! COME ON!" Maka yelled again, with some annoyance. "Gonna have to drag him out of bed. GRR" She again mutters stomping to his room.

"Oh yeah…. So cool… eat that Kid… hehe…" Soul mutters through his drool in his dreams. The door to his room swings open to Maka with her hands on her hips, her all to normally shown annoyed look.

"Come on Soul, get up!" She yells at him. Soul opens one eye and grumbles.

"Five minutes… ok?" He mumbles to his aggravated Meister.

"Ok Soul… ill give you five minutes…. " She sighs. "KNOCKED OUT!" She yells, Maka Chopping Soul, sending him onto the floor.

"Ow…. Owwww…" Soul mutters laying on the ground. Maka stands over him gives him her angry look.

"Now get up. We have half an hour till school." She says, a little more calm after nearly knocking him out.

"Fine." Soul says getting to one knee. "But not before I get payback!" He yells, jumping on her and wrestling her. He finally ends up sitting on her back, holding both arms back on her lower back. "I win. Aren't you supposed to be the better of this, Meister?" Soul says laughing as he speaks.

"Well, looks like im beaten." She moans, before throwing her head back at his lowered head, knocking him off her and jumping on his chest, pinning him down. "Wanna say that again, Mr. Scythe?" She says mockingly sticking her tongue out.

"Haha. Your so funny." Soul says, his head back and huffing with her sitting on his stomach. He looks up and his eyes widen. Though the light from the closed shutters were barely shining into the room, a single shot of light was on Maka's face, making it the only litted thing in the dark room. The sight of this made Soul feel… weird. "Umm…. Maka… kinda can't breath." He lets out, and to his relief she gets off, leaving the light.

"Well, hurry and get dressed, we need to eat and head to the academy." She says heading out the door. "And Soul…" She lightly says turning her head slightly back.

"Yeah?" He replies, oddly losing his breath again.

"You've gotten better at wrestling. NOT!" She mockingly says, again her tongue out. Soul grabs a wadded up shirt and tosses it. It meets the door as Maka tauntingly laughing as she slips through the door.

"Yeah, yeah! UGH." Soul groans as he turns and opens the blinds. His mind trails to Maka's face just moments before. 'That small beam of light, on her face… she was… beati- WHAT ARE YOU THINKING MAN?!" He thinks to himself, thing his head on the window." It was like when we first met… when I played that song for her. Her face glowed in the dark…" He looks over the city and sighs to himself "Its okay… its okay… I'm good. Im cool. SOOOO COOL!" He encourages himself. "Alright, let the day begin." He says reaching for his jacket and headband.