Disclaimer: I sadly was not creative enough to come up with characters as brilliant as the ones from Soul Eater. Alas, hopefully I will be creative enough to generate a thrilling story using them at my disposal.

Alriiiight audience! This is basically my first REAL fanfic that I've done. *cowers in corner* Not gonna lie, I'm a bit scared about how this will turn out. But! I SHALL PREVAIL FOR I HAS WOODEN SPOON AS PROTECTION! Reviews are nice and appreciated-esp. if it's constructive criticism! So with that said, let's get this party started!

-Birthday Bash Indeed.

Maka

Maka's world came crashing down, deafening her ears to the cars whizzing by and the cacophony of the crowded streets, leaving her with nothing but a dull throbbing pain in her chest. It was if a tsunami had just slammed her now weakening body into rocks, causing her breath to escape. The green eyed blonde just stood still, frozen in place.

Across the street from Maka was the promiscuous club, Chupa Cabras, and her 'loyal' companion, weapon, best friend, the man she loved and trusted- Soul Eater Evans. He had just exited the establishment with the stupidest, most satisfied smirk plastered on his face Maka had ever seen. Maka was to say the least, stunned.

After the initial shock of her unfortunate discovery, anger set in.

"WHAT. WHAT? WHAT THE? HOW DARE SOUL CHEAT ON ME." Maka screamed to herself. "Well, I mean it's not as if we were together but there's a special bond between weapon and meister, and he just betrayed it! I'm going to MAKA CHOP the FUCK out of him! I'm going to crush him so hard, that he won't ever be able to speak or smirk like that again!"

Anyone knows Maka is upset when she uses profanity. Wave after wave of rage washed over her, just as waves come after a tsunami worsening the damage. Finally, the calm settled and the sea was still. Maka realized that Soul couldn't have possibly ever cared about her; he was going to be like every other man she had known. He would betray her, cheat on her, leave her alone, abandon her, hurt her. She couldn't handle it, depression hit. Maka just wanted to scream to the cruel world; cry out in agony-let someone know how much it hurt that the man she loved was fooling around with shady women.

It was the quickest emotional rollercoaster, lasting a whopping 82 seconds.

"Move Maka! It's no big deal, you should have expected this," Maka tried to convince herself. It wasn't working very well. Finally her wobbly legs set a slow pace towards...where was she going?

"I...I...I can't believe this. I trusted him, I love him. This is an ultimate low," the blonde meister sniffled to herself. Aimlessly she walked towards a park, where she sat on a wooden bench that has held other saddened souls; the meister felt very pathetic.

"Maybe I should confront Soul...but then, what would I say? 'Oh yeah, I care that you are seeing other women and not telling me?' It's not as if we're together. He has his own life. I don't have a right to stop him. I don't have a reason to be so upset. I'll just pretend like nothing happened-I can't worry Soul because of my stupid, unrequited feelings. I'm so stupid."

Maka sat on the wooden bench until the stars glistened like the held back tears in the corner of her eyes.

"I should get home soon...it's getting cold, and I'm hungry. I wonder if Soul noticed I'm not home; if he's worried..."

Despite her inner thoughts, the meister still sat in the park, surrounded by darkness and things that go bump in the night.