This one is based off of the Soul Eater Repeat Show first ending, so maybe spoilers?

Disclaimer: blah blah don't own blah blah blah wish I did blah blah blah…..

Maka sat on her bed, still in her pajamas. It was Saturday, so no school, but also no Soul. Since becoming a Death Scythe, he had been receiving extra training, and had to go to school for a few hours on Saturday.

It was so weird now that her partner was a Death Scythe. He seemed fatigued, anxious, and worried. Fatigued from training. Anxious because Shinigami - sama might call on him for a mission at a moment's notice. And he was worried for her, about how she would handle all of these new changes. Maka would calmly reassure him that she was fine, and that they had worked years together so Soul could be at this point.

The simple truth: Maka honestly missed having Soul around all the time. She was greedy and wanted him all to herself. She envied that Shinigami - sama had private time with her weapon. She couldn't complain though, because they had both wanted this. Shinigami had told them so, that their personal lives would change. They accepted this challenge that they had to over come, setting their personal schedules so they could had a few hours of piece and quiet with each other.

She sighed, feeling melancholy and lonely. Maka leaned back against the wall by her bed, her fluffy pillow resting on her lap with her arms stretched forward to rest on her bent knees. She jumped and sat up when there was a knock at her door.

"Maka - chan, I have to go down to Chupa Chabra's for an emergency replacement, okay? See you later!" It was just Blair. She had been hoping that Soul had come home early, but apparently not.

A few minutes after Maka heard the front door close, she decided that moping around the house wouldn't be doing any good, so she dressed in her familiar dress shirt, yellow vest, green and white tie, and red and black plaid skirt.

Maka had been walking for about twenty minutes. She had bee walking and thinking, thing about depressing things like what if Soul figured that Maka was an inadequate partner, and left her for a more skilled meister that was used to the stress of a Death Scythe. Or if he decided to just up and leave because he found that she was being too clingy for his liking. As she continued walking her thoughts grew only worse and worse. They were so bad they actually brought tears to her eyes. She didn't want her partner to leave her, ever…

The tears welled in her eyes began to spill over and run down her face. Sniffling, she quickly located a bench and sat down. She bit her lip to keep a pitiful whimper in her throat.

"What's wrong?" Soul was suddenly standing in front of her. She looked up, startled. Soul looked concern at her tear - streaked face.

"Why are you crying? Did you miss me, Tiny -Tits?" he teased his hand coming down to playfully ruffle her hair.

"Who would miss an ass like you?" Maka snapped, suddenly standing up and getting right in Soul's face. He looked surprised at her quick mood change, but grinned down at her now agitated face.

Maka blinked, and leaned back so she stood straight. She grabbed his hand and turned to go back home. With a smile like that, she honestly couldn't stay mad at him.

"You know," She started, "when we get back home, I am so going to kill you."

"Yeah, kinda figured that…"

I said based off of the new ending…

I'll put a Youtube link on my profile incase you want to see the video. I thought it was really cute! But not that fitting for SE….aw who cares? :)