Soul's sad eyes drifted around the auditorium. It looked so empty, even if only half of the student population was missing. A very important half. Soul sat in between Tsubaki and Liz, Patty being next to Liz, Black*Star the other side. Lord death was standing on stage facing the depressed students; explaining what they think happened and why. Even if no one was really listening. Soul clenched his jaw.

"If they already know what happened why are we all just sitting around?! We should be out there! Hunting down the witch who managed to take my Miester away!"

It shocked all of death city to the very core. In the time span of on night, all miesters had disappeared from their homes without a trace. (With the exception of Crona and Black*star). Lord Death finally pulled up the battle plans, along with a clear view of our target. A witch called Echo, the bat witch. She used an echo that called forth all who could sense it using soul perception. She was going to drain their blood and use their souls for a high powered cannon, capable of killing a Shinigami, or destroying all of death city. Her hide out is a castle inside of a mountain. All of the weapons were at the edge of their seats, weapons out, waiting to go.

"We leave tonight!" Lord deaths masculine voice rose above all the yells of approval. Soul leaped out his seat and barged through the crowd, towards his home to pack. Images of her flashing through his mind. He could practily hear her cheering him on

"Don't worry Maka, I'm coming."

----------time skip------

The battle was a long and grueling. Soul(now being a death-scythe) had to stay with death-scythe and Lord death, to take care of the powerful witch. Soul also was inexperienced when it came to fighting without a meister,unlike Spirit. Thus, Soul had to be wielded by lord death.

It was terrible.

Deaths hand were cold and hard (which was surprising considering there plush appearance) he missed Maka's warm delicates hands. Soul was also trying to be in sync with Maka, while resonating with Lord Death.

It was terrible.

The second he sliced through that wicked woman, her purple soul glowing, he rushed out of deaths hands and headed towards his miester. Base camp was at the very bottom of the mountain, making Soul have to dash down to see her. Despite feeling drained, cuts and bruises throbbing, he ran-full tilt sprint-down to the base to see his beloved Miester. He skidded to a stop when he saw a flash of blue hair.

"BLACK*STAR!!" He whipped around surprised. He was carrying Kim, Tsubaki was soothing crying Jackie. The second he saw Souls panicked expression he shifted Kim a little before pointing to left.

"In the back of the big red tent, Nygus can show you once you get in there." Soul nodded before speeding off again.

Soul burst through the tent.

"Maka!!" He shouted, only to be harshly shushed by Miss Marie. Nygus beckoned him with a nodded towards the back.

"Maka is on critical condition, along with Kid." She started. Though Nygus never admitted it, she was uneasy around the young death scythe. Especially when it came to Maka. She chose her words carefully.

"As you know she has an angel soul, her and kid's Shinigami soul were very...valuable. So as you will tell, they're worse off than-"

"Is she ok?" His voice was crisp, almost forced. Nygus looked up at the death-scythe with calculating eyes, only to meet red pools of desperation.

"Please, I just have to know of she's alright." His words were forced, they held back sorrow. A small smile formed under the nurses bandages. Under all that, he always cared.

"It will take a while, but she will certainly pull through. I mean, you know how strong she is." Nygus closed her eyes as her smile widened a little. She opened a flap that lead to a small room in the back. Soul had a sad smile, before letting out a small 'yeah' and entering the room. It was split in half Maka to the right, Kid to the left. Soul assumed Liz and Patty where.

Soul sat down next to her, Nygus mentioned something about waking up soon...but she looked s-she looked so... He couldn't finish that sentence without shedding a tear.

"She will make it. She's Maka. My Maka. She'll pull through, she has to."

He kept on thinking this, but even so...tears started to fall. His hand, which was entertwined with hers, tightened.

"I'm sorry Maka, I'm so, so sorry...Maka." he whispered between tears

"Why Soul?"

His head snapped up. Maka tired eyes started back at him. Her green eyes dull, her skin pale. Nun the less, she had her smile. That smile. Oh did he love that smile.
"Maka!" he tackled her and wrapped her in a hug. He heard a weak giggle.
"Miss me Soul?" She ran her fingers through his soft hair.
"Maka Maka Maka Maka" he mumbled her name through tears, it was music to his ears. He buried his head in her neck, breathed in her scent, and pulled her chest against his. Their hearts beat in harmony. Soul's instincts started driving, he almost lost her, why not tell her? Better yet, why not show her? He pushed away, before slamming their lips together. Maka squeaked in surprise, blinked, then kissed back. Her eyes slipping closed, and a hand to cup his cheek. They parted and touched foreheads.
"Maka I love you, I love you so much and I'm sorry I couldn't protect-mmfff!"
Her soft lips were on his once again. His tears were dried, and she felt like she could run for miles. Niether of them had to say anything, they understood. And Liz understood how much this makeout video would crush Soul's fan girls.