No matter what she did he plagued her thoughts.
Maka angrily put the sponge down and placed the last dish in the drying rack. The strange white-haired boy in her class had suddenly taken a strong "liking"(?) to her. Now she wasn't one to call names-believe her- but when the quiet class loner suddenly starts following you around everywhere, without talking, you simply can't help yourself!
Her ranting stopped when an awkward knock echoed through her empty apartment.
"Who could that possibly be? It's nearly eleven at night!" Despite her better judgement (and her poc a dot pajamas) she dried her hands and walked towards the door.
The guest knocked again, a bit more urgent this time,
"Alright alright! What is it-"
Her breath caught in her throats as the figure behind her door, donned in a black cloak, carried a long arching scythe. But that wasn't even the worst of it...
"Soul?!"
If he was phased by her screech he didn't show it, to make matters even more weird, the boy spoke. That was even stranger than what actually ended up tumbling out of his mouth,
"Hi-Hey Maka, ummm, I uhh, I'm a Grimm reaper...and uh I'm here to, ya know. Reap your soul?"
It wasn't a surprise that his face sweetly kissed her fist.
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"Oww owww ow!" Soul grimaced at the ceiling as the human girl stuffed tissue up his probably broken nose.
"Well, suck it up! What'd you expect? You can't come in here, speak for the first time after shadowing me like a creep, and wave a scythe in my face!"
She pushed his head back more as he scowled,
"I had to do it! That's my job, your time was coming soon so I just waited around for it. If I had left you alone your soul could have become way-ward! Corrupted! Besides, do you even know how much power I could get from a giorgi soul like yours?!" His voice was snuffed up, "and why would I want to talk to the living anyway? The only reason I'm even at school is because my boss thinks I'd do me good for some reason..."
Maka almost rolled her eyes at the young mans ranting but instead glanced over to the-what was it called- deathscythe that stood the farthest away from them. A 'deathscythe'? Like one used by the Grimm Reaper to take human souls; its strange to think that the creepy quiet kid in the back of the class (whenever he showed up) was the god of death...That or he's a deluded weirdo and she should call the police.
"So...its my time...?" if he noticed her hands stopped moving, he didn't comment.
Instead he just closed his eyes and sighed, "Afraid so... that valedictorian goal will be put on hold-permanently- I'm sure mother dearest will understand."
Maka scowled and flicked his already healed nose, she knows he didn't mean anything by it, the small comments he made in class were more than a little sharp. After putting the fist aid kit away, she stood between the white-haired teen and the large offending weapon behind her.
"There's just one problem: I'm. Still. Here. LIVING." she was getting a bit hysterical and his blank expression wasn't helping.
"That's your giorgi soul. It has protected you so far, however, your soul is running out of energy. If I let you continue 'living' your soul will weaken and you will die soon of an 'undetermined cause'. Once this happens, your soul will disappear, and I will have to explain why I failed to reap a soul for the human 'Maka Albarn'." At that, he stood up and looked surprised when she leaped into a fighting stance.
He smirked at the feisty Maka Albarn glaring with fiery green eyes, ready to fight the grimm reaper whose come to take her-powerful-angelic soul. And come to think of it...following the blonde around... hadn't been that bad.
"I will have to take your soul," her muscles bunched, "unless, you'd be willing to preform soul resonance with me."
"S-soul resonance?"
Soul grinned wider and took a step closer to her,
"If you agree to preform soul resonance with me, we would become partners. You would become the power behind my deathscythe; like a soul battery. And since your a giorgi soul, I will be able to preform genie hunter." Shrugging he added on, "I might even get a promotion and move up rank to Spaorti."
Maka, however, narrowed her eyes, "So, I would live? Until when?"
"No, you would be like a...ghost. Stuck as you are now," he leaned in close to her pink face, "following me around 'like some creep'."
She sputtered and flared a bright red, this however quickly ceased,
"But...I wont be able to see anyone again?"
"You'll see them, they wont see you-"
"-You know what a mean."
"No...dead is dead.....I'm sorry."
The blonde stood her full height of 5'3" to his 5'9",
"What will you do with my power?"
Soul held out his hand towards the weapon making it rattle against the wall, "Save those from being taken to early by those who have gone wayward," the scythe shot across the room and landed safely in the palm of his hand, "as gods who protect humans."
He held out a tanned hand with a smile filled with sharp teeth and a soft glow of wine colored eyes, "So, do we have a deal?"
Hesitantly, Maka set her hand in his and look his squared in the eyes, "Yes."
Suddenly his long fingers wrapped around hers and he tugged her against his black cloak, she looked up in surprise only to see his face inching closer to hers.
With one final grin he shut his eyes and press his lips to hers,

"Soul Resonance."

As colors and lights danced around behind her closed eyelids, she couldn't help but marvel at how soft and warm his lips where, and how gently he held her hand.