Devon: Hey guys. Well...lets see. This is my first Soul Eater fanfiction so I hope you all like it. Also woow, its been a while since I've written anything this long. The other chapters probably won't be this long.

Warning: Okay, I've only watched the anime, in which case, it ends after the Kishin is defeated so Soul isn't a Death Scythe and a bunch of other things are different than the manga so I'm filling in some of the holes the anime left with my own ideas. I don't want to make this fanfiction rated any higher than "T" but there will be swearing, violence, and probably some sexual themes (inculding yaoi and yuri or boy x boy and girl x girl).

Dedication: To my best friend Suki-chan14 who is the only one in our friend group who really supports Maka x Soul but since I love her I decided to write a Maka x Soul fic for her.

Rating: T, and like I said in my disclaimer, hopefully it won't go higher.

Discalimer: I own the OC who shows up in here and the plot but nothing else.

Its In the Soul Waves
Maka x Soul/Black Star x Tsubaki/Kid x Liz/Crona x Patty/Aigis x Sid/(hinted)Spirit x Stein/(hinted) Stein x Marie/(hinted) Spirit x Maka's Nameless Mother/(possible) Stein x OC or Mifune x OC

Chapter One

Soul Eater Evans threaded his fingers together and raised his arms over his head in a spine-bending stretch. The outskirts of Death City loomed in front of him. It had been a while since he had been here. Since he had been home.

"What's with the grin? It doesn't look real special to me."

Soul looked down at his companion with a sigh. He would never understand his luck. When he was still in school at the Death Weapon Meister Academy, he had Blair to make his life difficult. That damn cat had the worst timing for…everything. Especially baths. Which was a totally strange obsession for a cat. But either way, he had thought he was leaving that strangeness behind him when he left Death City five years ago. Instead, two years into his travels he met Ryn. A cat, also with an insanely large amount of magic, with an obsession not over pumpkins but daffodils. She insisted on traveling with him after he saved her life and he's been stuck with her ever since.

"Its…home. And there are cool people there." Soul replied to the grumpy tabby cat. He was a bit defensive of the city that held so many memories for him. Ryn rolled her eyes at her companion's defensiveness and turned her attention back to their destination. The sudden movement jostled the oversized black witch's hat on her head and it flopped over, into her eyes. She could hear Soul Eater laughing at her misfortunes.

"Just remember, I know where you sleep most nights Soul Eater and if I don't, I can easily figure it out." Ryn reminded the white haired man next to her. "Now let's hurry up, the desert sun is too intense for my tastes."

Maka Albarn shuffled the papers on her desk a few more times, trying to give herself the impression that she was busy grading papers. But she couldn't bring herself to focus. She loved being a teacher at the DWMA, a place she had grown to love and associate with many wonderful memories, but the life of a teacher was a little too tedious for her. Of course there was the excitement of teaching students and watching over their fights. Sometimes she would even get to accompany them on their extracurricular lessons.

But she had no weapon partner. She hadn't had one since Soul Eater had left Death City five years ago and she could bring herself to get a new one, or to fight humans who had gone off the path of goodness alone. She was happy-ecstatic even-for her partner who had become a Death Scythe a year and a half after they had graduate the academy but when he decided to travel the world instead of staying to be Lord Death's personal weapon, or anyone's weapon for that matter, she didn't know how to feel anymore.

She felt alone, which was silly because Soul was the one who had left Death City, all alone. She was still here with Death the Kid, who wasn't much of a kid anymore but none of them really were, Black Star, Tsubaki, Liz, Patty, and Crona. There was even Ragnarok to bag on her when she needed that sarcastic encouragement and even Blair was still living with her to keep her company if she was really lonely. Most of the academy graduates who had been in the same class as Maka and Soul stayed in the city, giving her plenty of opportunities to visit with old classmates instead of spending every night inside her house, watching old movies alone while Blair was out with friends or dates or whatever and Crona was asleep or visiting Professor Stein whenever Miss Marie came to town.

So she wasn't really alone but she was very lonely. Lonely, tired, and bored of her calm teacher's life style.

"When I was still alive, I was the kind of man who cared about the well-being of my students and my co-workers. Since I now can consider you both, care about your well-being double Maka Albarn." Maka looked up from the essay she wasn't really reading to see the blue skinned zombie Sid, standing in the doorway of her classroom. She smiled at her ex-teacher.

"Hi there Sid."

It was hard to tell based on his facial expression as it rarely changed since he was brought back to life, but it looked to Maka like Sid was thinking too hard about something.

"You should go home Maka. Get some rest. It seems like the only person who spends more time in the academy than you is Lord Death himself." Sid was quiet for a few minutes before he shrugged his broad shoulders and turned to leave. "You look kind of worn out Maka. Maybe you should take a few days off. Or at least relax once the school day is over. Go on a date or something."

Maka looked away from the now empty door way with a sour expression. Dating. She had tried it a few times since Soul had left (Friends mentioned how it was strange that she never showed interest in it until Soul left but she brushed them off with the excuse that she had been too busy trying to create a Death Scythe even stronger than her father.) but it had yet to work out well. She didn't really want to think about dating again. But maybe the professor had a point. Maybe a few days off of work to recollect herself would help. And if she could find someone worth giving dating another try…maybe the distraction of a relationship would keep her from focusing on how boring and…normal her life had become.

Night was falling over Death City with the sun trying and failing to fight sleep, low in the darkening sky. Ryn, to Soul's dismay, had taken her human form. Her orange-tinted, strawberry blonde hair was cut short in the back with longer, straight wings coming down to frame her narrow face. Long bangs that were usually swept to the side with a hair pin shadowed her green eyes. She wore a collared, button up, black, sleeveless top and a short black skirt. She still had on her witch hat though it seemed less oversized when she was human, but she had her glasses (which she admittedly didn't really need) tucked into the one pocket her skirt had, and she was barefoot. Still, she was taller than the Death Scythe with her.

Soul had grown since the revival of the first Kishin. His shoulders broadened and he had gotten taller. Not a drastic change but enough that it'd be hard for someone to mistake him for a child. Still, Ryn was taller than him.

If that wasn't bad enough, like Blair, Ryn's human form was that of a woman made directly from male fantasies. At least, that's what it seemed like whenever they were together in public. Vaguely familiar and not so familiar faces of men young and old sent Soul dark looks as he and Ryn passed by.

"You couldn't stay as a cat until we stopped somewhere?" Soul asked irritably, turning down a side street without a second thought as to where he was going. Even after five years, he remembered the way through his old home like he knew the pattern of his own blade. The dimly lit street wasn't as busy as the others but still, the occasional dark look was thrown his way and he rubbed his eyes. "This really isn't cool."

Ryn made no comment as Soul led her the rest of the way to…wherever they were going. He sulked silently even though he should have been ecstatic. He was "home" after all, which was all he had talked about for the past six and a half months. Of course she knew the reason but she refused to turn back into a cat. She had been a cat the whole trip back to this strange city and she wanted to stretch her (long) legs now that they were nearing their final destination.

Soul turned a corner ahead of her, ignoring the young woman who sat on the low brick wall fencing in some type of building. She was scantily dressed and purred at the white haired weapon but she was ignored. Ryn laughed at the woman's ridiculous attempts to seduce a man like Soul. He had a weak spot for…over developed women when they were nude, she knew that, but Soul had a level head and was very mature for someone who was only twenty-five. It would take more than the woman's casual flirts to grab his attention.

"Hey baby." Ryn winked at the woman, who was surprised that she was being acknowledged after Soul's instinctive brush-off of her advances. "It'll take a lot more than that to get his attention. Trust me." The woman looked both embarrassed and insulted until Ryn leaned closer to her, keeping one close eye on Soul who was making even more distance between them. "We're just not his type if you know what I mean."

A blush dyed the woman's face and Ryn followed after Soul, smirking. She looked to be walking at a casual pace but she was walking faster than normal to catch up with her traveling companion. She didn't really want to be lost her first night in Death City.

"Hello Maka."

Maka looked up from the book she was reading to see Crona closing the front door behind him. She smiled at the quiet, pink-haired young man.

"Hey Crona. What have you been up to? You're not normally out this late." Maka's housemate of almost ten years blushed deeply.

"Oh um…I was um…I saw Kid, Patty, and Liz today." Crona explained quietly. "Well I'm going to um…head to bed. Good night Maka."

Maka pursed her lips as Crona shuffled off down the hall. Crona was still shy but after all these years he had really come out of his shell. So she was curious as to what exactly made him suddenly so nervous. Or maybe he was embarrassed. That was something to give more thought to later on, Maka decided.

The young meister stood up from the kitchen table to rinse out her bowl. She just had soup for dinner again and she wondered what Soul would say to her if he knew. When they lived together, they switched cooking duties and so there was always something different to eat. But after almost two years of trying to teach Crona how to cook, it was obvious that the cooking duty was solely Maka's now and lately she'd been too tired to make anything special. Crona and herself had been living off of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and soup for over a month now.

"What's it matter what Soul thinks of your eating habits Maka?" She asked herself, angry that every time she let her mind wander, Soul was what filled the space. Soul would yell at her for allowing herself to become…this. She was so…unmotivated. Here she was sulking because she didn't go out into the world like her mother but her best friend did. They made these choices all by themselves still, she couldn't help but regret her decision. And to feel some disdain for Soul, who had left her here.

"Sid was right. I need to do something different than my usual or this life style may just kill me." Maka told herself, even more determined to make some kind of change to the way she had been living. Funny how soup made her finally decide to do something more with her life.

Her decision seemed to make her more lively, and suddenly Maka felt like she could fight the Kishin Asura all on her own and win. Her sudden determination energized her and she hated that she should logically be going to bed as it was almost midnight.

"I hope this feeling lasts." Maka muttered wistfully, looking up from the sink where she was washing out her bowl. A flash of white and orange passed by the corner of her front window and Maka felt her heart rate increase. It couldn't be Soul, that wouldn't make any sense. He would tell her if he was coming home, wouldn't he? Then again, she had only heard from him a handful of times since he left, why would he bother telling her if he came home.

He wouldn't be so cruel as to not tell his best friend that he was back in Death City, right? Maybe she wasn't his best friend anymore but they were still partners. No, they weren't partners any more either. Not technically. A sick feeling began to take over Maka and her newley attainted energy began to seep into the sink of cooling dish water and soap. All for just a flash of white and orange. There wasn't even a guarantee that it was really Soul. She was just being ridiculous. Still, the thought that maybe, while she was here in Death City missing her best friend like she was missing a part of herself, he was off having the time of his life, having totally forgotten about his dorky, flat chested partner made her nauseous.

Maka was staring into the grey water below her, trying to push the dark thoughts from her mind. Lost in her muddled imagination, the sound of a key scratching against the inside of a key hole and an old door knob in need of oil turning did not register in her mind. Neither did the should of a door opening and closing or two pairs of feet, one in heavy boots, the other bare foot, walking into her kitchen. It wasn't until a deep, slightly aged voice greeted her did Maka see her old partner's smirk clearly in her mind without even turning around.

"Hey Partner."

Devon: I wasn't sure what to have Soul call Maka because I can't recall any recurring nicknames so "Partner" it was. Hope you enjoyed (especially you Suki.) Merry Early Christmas/Happy Late Hanukkah/Yule/Holidays everybody! :)