Soul Eater Gender-Bender

Soul And Maka :3

Ohayo! this is my seacond try writing a book so i hope you like it.....

SOOOOOO yeah what else.. *looks a sript* oh, AHEM, I do not own Soul Eater, The Characters or that picture of Maka and Soul. If i did own Soul Eater you would have never even SEEN Soul Eater Not.

Also your (y/n) (l/n) if you did not know, you are a 16 year old meaister with no family,weapon,home, friends,proper cloths esc.Now ON WITH THE STORY! XD

Note:This was re-edited on the 10/2/2016

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(Y/N)'s POV

I hate the thought of living.

It's sickening. Like eating something that tastes good, only for it to have a bad after taste. Like you want to spit it out but you already ate it. 

I stare down at the knife in my hands. 

"Lets just...get this over with," I mutter the words under my breath. Other people pass me and just look down at me, only to continue on with their life's. Umbrella's of different colors pass me by. All blurring into one thing.

"Mommy, what's that lady doing?" 

"Sweetie, just ignore her,"

"But mommy, it looks like she wants help,"

"She doesn't need help, she's just begging for attention, never pay attention to people like that and they'll go away"

"Okay mommy,"

I don't bother to look up at the two as they walk pass me. Fortunate people.  

~Flashback~

"Mom...are you okay...?"

"..."

"Mommy, are you going to be okay? Please don't ignore me,"

"..."

"Momm-"

A bottle smashes on the wall right next to me, barely missing my head. I run out of the room just as other things come flying in my direction.

A few days later Mother committed suicide.

~End of flashback~

My hair covers my face, blocking out my view of anything else. The streets empty now, I can tell, no footsteps can be heard. All that can be heard is the droplets of rain.

I point the knife at my abdomen and getting ready to stab myself. I'm going to do this, and then i'll leave this world for good. I'll throw away my life. 

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Dead End

Soul's POV

"I can't believe you forgot your bike," Maka glares at me. He share's his umbrella with me. 

"Not my fault, you hit me so hard the thought slipped my mind," I stated Matter of fact-ly. His glare hardens. Snapping his book shut as he slipped the small book into his back pocket. There's an airy silence between me and him for a few seconds.

A ear piercing scream fills my ears. Both Maka and I stop in our tracks.

"You hear that?" he asked, concern filled his voice. I nod.

"Lets go check it out."  

(Y/N)'s POV

My vision blurs, I can't move without pain.

It hurts... I cough up blood. Slouched against the wall I stare up at my hands. Blood.

Footsteps?

"She's bleeding! Not cool, Not cool!"

"Quick panicking! We have to get her to doctor Stein,"

I feel hands pick me up. It hurts. My vision is still blurry. A messy painting of blonde's greens and tans. I reach my arm up to touch this object.

"Soul, she's still conscious, there's still a chance,"

The rain beats down on my face...so these are my last moments. I got what I wanted in the end. I cough up more blood. It hurts...

Darkness 

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Yep i had to put a cliff hanger :P But if you have a cliff hanger there is more reason or you to read more so im right nomatter how you look at it =3=.

ANYways bye see you!