I FAIL

Actually, I have this huge writers block on all my other stories. Therefore, I thought writing a new one would help me with my old ones.

This is just the prologue, so it's short. The longer chapters come later.

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"Soul…I…I want you."

Maka clung to her partner, one hand firmly on the collar of his shirt, another trying to stroke his hair.

However, Soul would have none of that. He grabbed Maka's hand and held it above her head, sighing. What had gotten into her? He thought she might have been drinking, but she wasn't staggering and her breath smelled sober. Maybe she had some mental disease. Or perhaps it was all a prank. Either way, he knew that there was no way she was in love with him.

"I want you…" Maka repeated, breaking free of Soul's grasp and attempting to touch his face.

Soul grabbed her hand again. "No you don't."

"Yes!" She cried, stamping her foot immaturely.

"No."