So, I haven't posted a story on this account in, well, a LONG while. A lot of stuff happened, but I never stopped writing. I just simply stopped posting here.

I've gone through various obsessions, posted some stuff on livejournal, graduated from highschool, got a job, and generally dealt with life. But now, it's time for me to start posting here again.

I can't say anything for my old fanfictions. I like to say that I'll come back to all of them someday, but I can't guarantee anything. A lot of it seems like crap when I look back on it, but that's probably a common feeling for a writer looking back on her old work.

In any case, I'm back! And with a brand-new crossover story! So, enjoy the first chapter!

Thanks to EvaUnit01 for pre-reading this for me!

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or Puella Magi Madoka Magica.

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"Please...wake up..."

The girl leaned over her companion as tears streamed down her cheeks. This wasn't happening, this couldn't be happening...

That blow had been meant for her. And yet, in his goal to protect her, he had taken it. Now blood from his wound was pouring forth, pooling on the ground, and despite her best efforts, she couldn't make it stop.

"Don't die please...You can't die!"

"Is that really what you wish for?"

The girl looked up. There, sitting a few feet from her, was a white weasel-like creature. It's fluffy tail was twitching back and forth.

"If you truly wish for him to survive, I can make that happen."

The girl sat up a little, "Can you? Can you really do that?"

"Yes. Make a contract with me. In exchange for a wish, any wish, you will become a magical girl and accept a life of fighting."

"A magical girl?"

"Yes. You will gain great power, and fight witches. Not the witches you're thinking of, but monsters born of curses."

"Power...I'll...become stronger?"

"Much stronger. You'll be able to do incredible things."

"All for a wish..." She looked down at the dying boy on the ground, "Any wish?"

"Any."

"Then...I wish..."

Chapter 1

Maka groaned in frustration as she looked down from her perch on the roof onto the street below. She was a plain looking girl, with a flat-chest, ashy blond hair currently done up in pigtails, and green eyes. She was in her school clothes, with consisted of a creme colored vest, a long sleeved white shirt, a plaid skirt, and the large black boots with large buckles that she was fond of.

Her white Soul Gem was glowing brightly, indicating that the witch she was after was close, very close. If she didn't do something about it soon, there would be another 'incident' and she didn't want that on her conscious.

The problem was, as always, a matter of secrecy.

She had taken to staying behind at school for a few minutes, claiming that she wanted to get extra work done. Her friends thought little of it and went on ahead without her. After about ten or fifteen minutes, she would then leave herself, effectively freeing herself up for the afternoon.

Naturally, two of said friends were on the street below, sitting at the table of a cafe.

Maka really didn't want any of them to know about her after-school activities. Not yet at least. Therefore, her problem was trying to reach the witch barrier without her friends noticing her sneaking around and most definitely not doing extra school-work.

In the end, she decided she was simply going to have to blend in with the crowd and hope for the best. There was no way she could let this witch get away.

She carefully came down from the roof, landing in the nearby alleyway. She peeked out, observing the crowd and her friends. She looked at her Soul Gem. The barrier entrance was close. Maybe too close.

All these people. A witch nearby. It was a recipe for disaster. Maka was surprised nothing had happened yet.

She edged along one of the buildings, trying to use the people around her for cover.

The barrier entrance had to be...There! She ducked into another alleyway and looked at the dead-end in front of her. Her Gem was glowing at full strength.

The barrier entrance was here. As if on cue, the twisted portal opened up, as if beckoning her to come inside. She took a deep breath, and stepped inside.

Immediately, the landscape around her twisted. The area took the form of what seemed to be some kind of...stadium? Or at least, the area reminded her of a stadium's corridors. But it was twisted, with dark colors and bizarre patterns. As if on cue, a group of ball like creatures emerged from one of the corridors.

Familiars, witch minions.

Maka immediately took her Soul Gem and released its power. She felt it flow over her as her outfit changed. Once the transformation was complete, she now stood in her magical girl outfit. It mainly consisted of a white long coat with black frills. She had plain white gloves, a black and white skirt, and white boots with black buckles. A pair of white ribbons in her pigtails completed the look.

She immediately summoned her weapon of choice, a scythe. She launched herself forward, and with practiced motion, had soon sliced the familiars to ribbons.

She then rushed forward, intent on making it to the center of the labyrinth. She made her way through the twisted corridors, destroying any familiars she encountered along the way.

The witch had to be close. She could feel her Gem reacting. She burst through a door and looked at the area before her.

She was in the main field of the stadium. The bleachers will filled with familiars. And in the center, was the witch.

It was an ugly thing. It reminded her of a track player, and it was composed of a mishmash of balls, hurdles, and other sports equipment.

With a confident smirk, and her scythe in hand, she launched forward, intent on defeating the witch and claiming her prize.

All in a day's work for a magical girl.

Later, Maka trekked back to her apartment, worn out from her latest battle. That witch had been tough. Really tough. On the bright side, the Grief Seed she got out of it had at least three uses still in it. That would last her a bit.

When she got home, she ignored the questions of her roommate and simply collapsed on her bed.

She needed sleep...

n/n/n/n/

Death Weapon Meister Academy, or DWMA for short, was located in the middle of Death City, towering over it as its most prominent feature.

It was here that Demon Weapons, people who could transform into weapons, were trained, alongside meisters who could wield them. It had been founded by the Grim Reaper, Death himself, 800 years ago to combat would-be kishin, demons, and witches. Not the kind of witches that Maka fought as a magical girl, but the kind of witch that looked and acted human and could cast spells.

Maka was a meister, a scythe meister more specifically. Her weapon was the Demon Scythe, Soul Eater. The two of them were walking to school now, as the sun blazed above them.

"So, what was with you last night?" Maka looked at her partner. He was looking away from her, arms folded behind his head. Soul had spiky white hair, red eyes, tan skin, and jagged teeth. He wore a black leather jacket over an orange shirt, with a headband to hold down some of his hair.

"What do you mean?" She asked, despite the pit in her stomach.

"You were awfully tired for someone who just stayed behind for some extra studying."

"Um..." It was inevitable, she knew. Soul was not just her weapon after all. He was her roommate, partner, best friend, and knew her better then anyone. Keeping the fact that she was now a magical girl a secret from him had been the hardest of all. He knew something was up, he just had yet to completely call her out on it. "I actually spent a good chunk of the time running and hiding from Professor Stein. He was looking for an experiment subject."

Professor Stein was their homeroom teacher, and a legitimate mad scientist. It wasn't uncommon for him to perform 'experiments' on people.

"Oh, in that case, I don't blame you." He didn't completely buy it, she could tell, but he wasn't about to pry. He trusted her, as much as she trusted him, and that was part of what made them such a great team.

She would tell him everything eventually. She just wasn't ready yet.

"You're such a nerd," he remarked, "Spending all that extra time at school just to study."

Maka replied the way she usually replied to Soul's snark. With a Maka Chop, in other words, a nice heavy book to her partner's occasionally thick skull.

Almost as soon as they made it up the staircase that led to the DWMA entrance, they heard a familiar voice, "Hey guys! What took you two so long!

Maka groaned. Black*Star. She really didn't feel like dealing with him right now. She was still tired from her battle yesterday.

She had little choice though, as the ninja/assassin/meister with spiky blue hair came up to them, accompanied, as always, by his partner and weapon, Tsubaki.

"Where were you yesterday Maka? You missed one of my big shows!"

"I was busy," she replied.

"You've been busy a lot lately." She mentally winced at that. She had been. Most of the free time that she used to have now got used up fighting witches. It was worth it though, she thought to herself, fingering the ring around her finger on her left hand. The ring was actually her Soul Gem in a much more compact form.

"I know. I'm just trying to keep up with my grades. Unlike SOME people," she glared at Black*Star.

Black*Star shrugged, "Hey, I'm passing."

"Barely. You had to retake the last three exams!"

"A big star like me doesn't have to worry about grades!"

"You do if you've collected as few souls as you've had!"

The two of them bickered for a bit, before the first warning bell rang. Then they went into class.

The day seemed to go by quickly. To Maka's relief, Soul didn't think to question their homeroom teacher about her activities yesterday. It was only a matter of time though. She knew it would go over better if she fessed up before he found out, but still...

The only strange thing was that one of her other friends, Death the Kid, wasn't in class today. When she asked one of his weapon partners, Liz, about it, she had merely shrugged and said, "He said he wanted to investigate something. Told us he'd tell us more about it later."

That was strange, but Maka brushed it off.

After school, Maka found herself in front of the extracurricular board with Soul, looking at the available missions.

One of the primary duties of a meister-weapon pair was to collect souls. A Demon Weapon that ate 99 kishin egg souls and a witch soul became a Death Scythe, one of Death's weapons. Maka's goal was, naturally, to turn her scythe partner into a Death Scythe even more powerful than Death's current primary weapon, her own father.

She snorted at the thought of the man.

"Something up?" Soul asked.

"Just thinking about Papa," she said, disgust creeping into her voice. She shook off the thoughts and scanned the available missions.

"See anything good?" Soul asked.

"I think so," she reached out and plucked a card off the wall, "It's located Paris, according to this, his soul turned into a kishin egg just recently. They don't expect him to be all that strong, but its still becoming a problem."

"Sounds like an easy job for once. Nice."

Once they had accepted the mission, Maka broke off from Soul on the way back home.

"I need to do a few things to get ready," she said, "You go ahead and start packing."

He gave her a suspicious look. She tried her best not to look nervous under his gaze. He then shrugged, "Alright, just remember that's it's your turn to cook tonight."

She nodded. She hoped she would be able to get this done that quickly.

Once she was a far enough distance away from Soul, she pulled out her Soul Gem.

If she was going away on an extracurricular, she wanted an extra Grief Seed just in case. She did NOT want to try witch-hunting on unfamiliar territory.

She started walking around the city, waiting for a reaction from her Gem. It took her a little longer then she would have liked, but she finally picked up on something.

Following it, she traced the magical residue to a quiet part of Death City. With a little effort, she quickly found the barrier entrance in an alleyway.

She was just about to transform and step through, when she heard a "HOLD IT!"

The next moment, a spear came whizzing through the air and buried itself in the ground in front of her with a loud thunk. She stiffened on instinct and turned in the direction that the spear had come from.

There, standing on a nearby roof, was a girl. More importantly, from her red outfit, she seemed to be a magical girl. Maka blinked. She wasn't aware of other magical girls in the city...Kyubey had never mentioned...But then again, she thought with a mental groan, she never thought to ask.

"So you're the new girl who's been stealing my kills!"

"Huh?" Maka blinked again, confused.

"Don't give me that crap! You just made the contract, and started killing witches." The girl jumped from the roof and landed in front of her, "I bet you didn't even know that there were other girls in this city. Well guess what, there are, and this is MY territory!"

"Territory?" Maka asked, "I wasn't aware that there were such things." This was here first time hearing about something like that.

The girl snorted, "Of course there are! Only so many witches, so only so many Grief Seeds. Gotta stake out your claim if you want to keep claiming the prize!" She materialized another spear and twirled it expertly, bringing it to a rest behind her head. "Listen up, I don't want to see you hunting around here again, okay?" She pointed at Maka threateningly with the spear.

"Oh really?" Maka straightened, "And what will you do if I keep hunting around here?" This girl seemed to be the bully type. She wasn't about to give in to someone like that.

"...You really don't want to know the answer to that..."

"You think you can take me in a fight? I'm a DWMA student! I have a lot more combat experience than you!"

"Yeah yeah, but you also don't have your partner with you, and according to Kyubey, you haven't been at this very long. You may have experience as a DWMA student, but tell me, have much experience do you have as a magical girl?"

Maka looked down. She had a point. She was, in many ways, still learning to use her magic.

"That's what I thought, now..." The other girl stepped forward, when something whizzed by and landed between them. A sword. Both of them looked in the direction of where it had come from.

The other girl groaned, "Not you again..."

"Leave her alone Kyoko!" The third girl yelled. She was dressed in blue and whites, with a cap fluttering behind her.

The girl, Kyoko, sighed, "Look, I don't want to fight you. Just move along, okay?"

"No!" The new girl pointed at Kyoko, "I'm not about to let you bully her!"

"Yeesh, what's the big deal? If there's another girl here, YOU lose out too."

"I don't care!" The girl was glaring at Kyoko, "She just has much as right to be here as the two of us!"

"No, she doesn't."

"Yes, I do!" Maka interrupted. Without thinking, she transformed. "Do you think you can take both of us?"

Kyoko looked between them. She seemed to be assessing her odds. She then sighed, "Fine." She glared at Maka, "But I warned you! Keep it in mind!" She then jumped to a roof, and seemingly fled.

There was a tense few moments, before the remaining girl sighed in relief, "Glad she backed down." There was a flash of light, and her costume vanished, replaced by what Maka recognized as a school uniform, "She didn't hurt you, did she?"

Maka shook her head, "No, you showed up just in time."

"Good to hear." She walked over and offered a hand, "Sayaka Miki."

"Maka Alburn," Maka took the hand and shook it, "I'm a Scythe meister at the DWMA."

Sayaka lit up, "Really? What a coincidence! I'm a DWMA student too!"

"Oh, you are? Are you a meister?"

Sayaka shook her head, "Nope! Weapon. Demon Cutlass, to be more precise!"

"I see, who's your meister?"

At this Sayaka looked embarrassed, "I actually don't have one yet. I mean, there have been a few people, but they were either jerks or we couldn't match soul wavelengths. That last one especially."

"I see," She looked in the direction that Kyoko had went in, "Do you fight with her a lot?"

"Who, Kyoko? Kinda. You see, we both claim Death City as our territory. Sometimes, we get into skirmishes over kills."

Maka looked confused, "But shouldn't you be working together? I mean, you're both after witches..."

"Kyoko doesn't see it that way. Unlike me, she doesn't think of the people she's helping when she destroys witches. She only thinks of the end result." She glared in the direction Kyoko went in, "She would just as soon let people get eaten by familiars so that she'll have another witch to pick a Grief Seed out of!"

"Eaten by familiars?"

Sayaka gave her an amused look and shook her head, "You really haven't been at this very long, have you?"

"Not really..." Maka had the presence of mind to seem embarrassed.

Sayaka seemed to light up, "Listen, how about we meet up after school tomorrow? I can teach you all I know about this job. Plus, if you're with me, there's less of a chance that Kyoko will ambush you."

"Sounds like a plan," She suddenly remembered something, "Oh crap!" She turned around and brought out her Soul Gem. No response. "The witch!" She sighed.

"You really wanted that Grief Seed, huh?"

"I'm going aboard on an extracurricular lesson. I kind of wanted an extra Grief Seed just in case."

Sayaka giggled, "In that case, here." She tossed Maka something. She caught it and examined it. A Grief Seed. "That has at least one use left. A token of our new partnership."

Maka clutched the Grief Seed close and smiled, "Thank you."

Sayaka smiled back, "No problem. Kyoko probably went after that witch, so I'm not going to worry about it. Since you're going on that mission, we'll also have to save our meeting for when you get back." She then turned, "Okay, I'll see you later then!" She then ran off. Maka watched her go.

Feeling in a good mood, Maka dropped by the bookstore on her way back to the apartment and bought a novel she had been wanting to read. She then walked the rest of the way back.

"What took you so long?" That was Soul's first question when she entered the apartment. He was currently on the couch, apparently watching some TV.

"Oh, I went and picked this up." Maka showed off the book she bought. Soul snorted,

"Only you would spend that much time picking out a book. Bookworm."

"MAKA CHOP!"

"OW!"

Satisfied, Maka left to start cooking dinner, while Soul rubbed his head, smarting from her hitting him with her newly-bought book.

Later that evening, while packing, Maka sensed a familiar presence.

"Kyubey," she said without turning around, "I actually wanted to talk with you."

"I know you did. More importantly, you have something for me, don't you?"

"Yes," she reached into a nearby desk drawer and pulled out a Grief Seed. She then reached for her ring and materialized her Soul Gem. She held the Grief Seed up near her Soul Gem. Immediately, the darkness that had started to cloud the Gem vanished, disappearing into the Seed.

The Grief Seen now had no more uses left. She turned to where the white creature was sitting on her windowsill, "Here." She tossed it to the creature, who caught it. It immediately disappeared into a compartment on his back. "Now...about those other girls..."

"What about them?" Kyubey asked, tail flicking back and forth.

"How many magical girls are in this city?"

"Including you, there are four magical girls in this city."

"Four?" Maka gave Kyubey a confused look, "I know about Sayaka and Kyoko, but who's the fourth?"

"The fourth is a magical girl named Homura Akemi. The strange thing is, although she is a magical girl, I have no memory of contracting her. She's an anomaly, one that I am still trying to figure out."

"An anomaly, huh?" Maka looked thoughtfully, "If she's a magical girl, she has to have contracted with you at some point, right?"

"Like I said, I have no memory of it. She's a mystery. As for what she's doing here, she's most likely competing for territory with Kyoko and Sayaka."

"Okay, I see." Maka considered all this. A fourth magical girl, and one the Kyubey had no clue about. That was interesting alright. "That will be all. You can go now."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm still a little ticked off with you, so yes I'm sure."

"Very well." Maka watched as Kyubey vanished into the night. She then sighed and collapsed onto her bed.

At least tomorrow she could push her worries as a magical girl aside for a while...