Not just my Weapon -Soul Eater Soul x Maka Fanfiction

Chapter 7: Date part 2

(Soul's pov)

Once me and Maka arrived at the restaurant my mouth flew wide open in disbelief. Sheesh, Kid wasn't lying when he stated this was the "finest restaurant in Death city." Coming from the guy who is the literal epitome of perfectionism. Anyway, me and Maka seemed to be quite out of place there. Us, two broke schoolchildren certainly contrasted with the wealthy middle aged men and their wives. The parking lot was loaded with cars which probably cost more than all of mine and Maka's belongings combined.

We were greeted by the valet parker who appeared to be gazing at the sky behind us before his eyes locked onto my motorbike. "Good evening. Shall I park your...bike?" The man said with astonishment, as if he never seen a motorbike in his life. "Haha, yeah. Go ahead, my dude." slips out of my mouth, which brings the forty- something year old man into even more of a shocked state. I fish the keys out of my pocket before placing them into the hands of the valet, who looked kinda pale at this point.

Me and Maka walk through the oak double doors of the restaurant. Let me tell you, this is not your local fast food joint. The place is gloriously decorated with lavish furniture, chandliers, and extravagent table setups.

"Welcome to Le Château De Vlad, the finest eatery in all of Death city. Table for two?" Aqquired the waiter. I nodded in response as the waiter directed me and Maka to one of the finely decorated tables. "Aw man, this is so awesome! Can't wait to stuff my face!" I blurted. I flushed, thinking that Maka would nag me for being immature, but instead she let out a chuckle, a rather adorable one at that. "Oh Soul." Chuckled Maka, her adorable plump cheeks lighting up with only the most palest shade of pink. And at that moment I just felt so in love with her. Oh my lord death, she is just so adorable. Do I really deserve her?

(Maka's pov)

I eye the menu, seeing all of these foods I never knew existed. Rich people eat snails? So many french words. The only thing I recognized on that menu was the Spaghetti so I ordered that. Apparently Soul had the same thing in mine because he also ordered the Spaghetti.

I sip my water as I eye Soul. He looks so darn handsome in that suit. Did I say darn? Ugh, I swear Soul's vocabulary is starting to rub off on me. And wouldn't I have lectured him for boasting about stuffing his face? In this moment, it didn't matter to me. Sure, Soul could be a pain but my love for him outweighed anything at this point.

  Before the waiter could even deliver our food, an earsplitting crash erupted from the doors, it was as if a bomb went off. Then the smoke alarm blared. Screams erupted from all around as people desperately scrambled for an exit, shoving into eachother and tripping over their own feet. Soon there was a crowd of people, desperately flooding the fire escape, all trying to go through the door at once. It was a mess.

""Soul! We need to get out of here!" I shout, trying to be heard over the chaos. "No. We need to fight. I know this person," Exclaimed Soul. There was this strange look on his face, a mix of pure terror and what seemed almost like a murderous grin? Does Soul have a history with whoever is attacking?

Before I could finish the thought, I got a good look at the person. It was a skeleton woman. She had thin white hair that was messy and unruly and bore what appeared to be a torn and tattered brides dress.

"Banshee... So I guess you've decided you haven't ruined my life enough." Said Soul, surprisingly tranquil.

"Ready when you are, Maka!" Cried Soul. Will I ever truly be ready? I'm literally in a gown and heels, and I just had me and Soul's first date crashed. I collect myself and take a deep breath. take a deep breath.

Whoever or whatever this woman or thing is must be a kishin, and a rather powerful one at that. And it seems there's something Soul is not telling me. I push that aside. I must fight. 

"I'm ready Soul. Transform!"

~Authors Note~

Hey everyone! Sorry for the very long hiatus! This account was dead for a few years, but I've decided to make my reappearance. I've fallen out of the Soul Eater fandom, but the least I could do was update this story. I'm thinking of also rewriting the old chapters and making a 2021 updated version of the book, with improved writing skills and all!

I was 14 when I started this book and frankly, I see many flaws with it. But thank you so much to the people who love this story! You've made me get into writing again. Stay tuned, for other stories may appear on this account. Love ya guys!

-LizzieTheTrashLord