A/N: this goes out to sammie_batgirlz. Sorry if it sucks, as other writers would agree, it is very difficult to write Soul Eater fanfics especial since the boys are all so... dense, I think is the best word. Anyways, this story takes place in a modern day world. No Death Mister Academy. No weapons or misters. Just everyday normal... well, almost normal, life. Soul and Maka are in a crime fighting agency- which was only fitted. Please don't hate me for doing this, it just makes it easier to write.

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Maka was busy with research. She sat at her office desk in the penthouse that she shares with her partner, whom they call Soul. Funny, she never thought he had one. She knew he did to be honest, but a was so thick headed, like he never noticed she was there. Most people see him as level headed, cool, and collective. Yes, he was good in a stressful position, he worked well, got through his problems with almost no pain. These things Maka had always admired in him. Though she was the only one that got to witness his lazy side. As she now worked to crack their latest case, he sat, lounging, watching porn and eating food that he doesn't even process.

(Maka's pov)

The careless idiot, ok, I know he cares, but why doesn't he help. I'm patent with him, maybe it's time I stop for to stop playing it so nice.

I walk over and pull the laptop away from him, closing it. He looked up at me, drawing a blank as if he didn't understand what was happening.

"You have had enough of half naked girls dancing with poles. Now you need to help me. The physics lab studied that sample we found." We had been on the same case for over a month now. Some killer who lowers his or her prey into traps and then skins them and hangs their bodies from buildings and monuments. This killer was good, I'll give them that. They seemed to kill in places we can't catch him or her on camera. He or she always cleans up after themselves, we don't even know the weapon they use. No clues, but one. Last night Soul and I were out scouting. We found a capsule. We suspect its some kind of drug. We found no finger prints so we suspect that it belongs to the crafty killer. They stayed up all night analyzing it down in the P Lab. They wanted Soul and I down there to reveal the results.

"Common. Put some pants on. They need us in the lab." He nodded with a grim look as if now of this phased him. I grabbed my laptop and started to walk down without him.

He had to jog to catch up to me in the hall. "You left without me." He noted.

"You were taking to long." I added.

"But we are partners." I felt a twinges of annoyance at his words and I had to ignore them to keep me going.

When we reached the lab we were greeted by the hyperactive, kind of creepy, intimidating, lab hand, who wore her hair up and let strands fall in the front. Her glasses gave her eyes an almost evil gleam. "All right. Take a seat, you two, and let us review our findings."

Soul takes a seat, slouched shoulders and a bored expression. He was trying to act cool. He gave the lab hand a wink. "Pleased to meet you..." Takes a look at her name tag. "Hanji." She nodded in return and went on talking to one of her coworkers. I sat down with a sigh, this caught Soul's attention and he gave me a sideways smirk. He was about to say something when-

"Eyes this way, Evans." We both directed our attention to the lab hands. Hanji began, she seemed so passionate about her findings and found all of this very thrilling as she explained. Turns out  that none of the ingredients are familiar. They were able to reconstruct a small sample of it though and are prepared to test it on a rat. This is the point where Soul stood, hand raised like a school boy.

"It may have a different effect on humans then it does on animals. I volunteer to take it."

I couldn't tell if he wanted to try out this drug or if he was seriously trying to help or if he was trying to act noble to get a girls attention. With out a hesitation, they gave him the drug.

(Soul's pov)

Of course it was to impress a girl!... but I'm not saying which one...

I gave a Maka a side smile before they injected me with that stuff. I don't remember all of it. I started to feel dizzy then I was cold... but drenched in sweat. I started having visions from my past, not great ones. Then it all went black.

When I came to, the place was a reck. Rat cages up turn, rat bodies scattered across the floor, blood every where. I was shacking. I stood, trying to play this off like it was nothing, but my knees collapsed. Hanji and Maka rushed to my sides to help support me. They helped me to my room and started to help me undress. Oh Gods this was embarrassing. Hanji seemed overly excited to help me into bed. Maka's face was red... with annoyance?  I don't know. She isn't the easiest to read.

She was still supporting me as Hanji started to strip me. I couldn't take it. I managed to stand on my own. I put my hand up, gesturing for them to leave me alone. After their departure, I took everything off but my red boxers- the ones with white and black cartoon-y skulls on them. I got into bed but didn't pull the covers over me because I was getting over heated. I drifted off...

-explaining his dream-

It was like before, the shacking the black out, only this time I was have conscious as I dealt crime. I really wasn't myself. Running through town, burning stores. Hanging cats by their tails. Then... subconscious me discovered the delights of killing innocent civilians. I couldn't stop and suddenly I was enjoying it. Why would I want to stop? Why would anyone want to stop? Killing people is FUN!

I was in an alley. All the people that were able to get away had hidden. I was scouring for more prey when I heard a voice from behind me.

"Soul Evans. Snap out of this or I will shoot." My vision was red, but that voice...

"Who's Soul?"

I moved closers as she gave more threats and suddenly there was a loud )PAAAM( and a bullet that I dodge and a few more )PAM PAM( but it was like my super senses had taken over and each shot missed until finally I was with in range and she pulled it again... but the barrel was empty. I came near and heard her whimper. Which I oddly enjoyed.

"Soul, if you if you have any sanity left in you!" She knelt under my heavy glare and I grabbed her shirt and lifted her above me. I prepared to rip out her heart. Then felt a tugging sensation in my soul as I processed her next words.

"Soul... please... I know you can over come this."

"... Maka..." Suddenly my vision was cleared and I feel to my knees. Maka in my arms but I was the one crying now. This wasn't a dream. I had really killed all those people and almost killed my best friend.

(Maka's POV)

We got Soul back and cleaned the drug out of his system. I was starting to feel bad for the killer now that we know he or she is doing this against his or hers own will.

Soul was watching TV. I sat next to him kind of awkwardly since he was sprawled out across the couch. I turned the TV off and he gave me a blank look.

"Soul..."

"Maka."

"Why did you spare me."

"I couldn't kill my partner." 

"But how did you know it was me?" I noticed him tense up.

"I didn't."

"So then why did you stop."

"It's just... you sounded like you... gave a care.... about me."

"I do... care about you, you know that." His widened and his lips twitched, trying to hide a blush. I quickly added. "I,mean,we,are,partners.... We have to look out for each other.... heh."

He was now a little more tense and I was getting there to. We aren't ever this open to each other. That's saying something since we have worked together for almost ever. I started to had back to my desk.

"Maka, wait." I turned back and suddenly he seemed to have forgotten why he had halted me.

"Soul...?"

"Well. Maybe... just... maybe... I care about you too... a lot." He was visibly blushing. Oh. My. Son of death! Add this to the strange feelings I have been having for Soul... I think I like him.

"That's nice."

"I think..." He cleared his throat and tried act confident, than remembered he is supposed to be cool, then he kept switching between the two. As he tried to remember his personality I laughed a little then he said it. It came out a little fast, but I caught it.

"Maka,I,like,you....... yeah..." Then he shrugged and went back to his chill self and sat on the couch, staring at a blank screen. I sat down beside him and his wide worried eyes met mine as I leaned in and he moved back. I don't no what I was doing, but in the moment it seemed natural. My lips touched his. Nothing fancy, just a simple kiss... my first. I knew that it wasn't Soul's first time, but he was acting like a bashful little puppy. Totally not himself, maybe it was an after effect of the drug. A while passed before I pulled away and he let out a nervous laugh. I slowly backed away and went back to work, trying not to think about what had just happened.

(Soul's POV)

Weeks after Maka's... surprise. We lowered our victim into a trap by narrowing in on where he makes his attacks, our only clue being where he hung his victims. He needed a quick escape so we knew his trap wasn't far from the crime scene. We managed to evacuate the area and set up men--- and women, to keep watch. They caught him and brought him in. He was a psycho little demon when they first brought him in. With clearage and a LOT of rehab, though, he came out innocent. He was a pretty cool guy though. Cool hair, prolly one of the only people who could pull of that shade of blue.

Maka and I have heh... grown closer. Still afraid to do anything to her- she intimidates me. We were hanging out with the new guy, his name is Black🌟Star. When they cleaned him of the drug he decided to join the join or agency, DMA- Duties Might Academy. (A/N: Any one catch that?) He was cool, incredibly full of himself, but I could tell we'd become good friends.

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A/N: Ok, again I Apollo-gize if anything sucks. Lets asks Soul and Maka what they thought. Guys?

Soul: Maka... she made me use big boy words.... I... ugh! MAKE IT STOOOOOP!!!! *Bangs head against wall*

Maka: *Holds Soul away from the wall but looks at the author with a look of confusion* Do I reeeally come across like that?

Me: Poss-

Black🌟Star: WADDA BOUT ME!!! I was in the this story. Why aren't you asking me what I thought?

Me:... um... hit it Starry!

Black🌟Star: I wanna know who drugged me so I can beat their little-

Me: CUPCAKE!!!... hah... Soul isn't the only one trying to use 'Big boy words' but you heard the Blue haired monkey. If anyone wants a part two, feel free to recommend it and I will get to it as soon as I can. 

Next I think I will be doing the Annie x Armin recommended again by the fantabulous, outstanding, astonishing, WONderful, sammie_batgirlz. Danks.

~Midge