This Soul Resonance (A Kid x Maka Fanfiction)

Prologue Part 1

"Soul!" Maka screamed at the top of her lungs. A few tears escaped her wide, green eyes and ran down her face as she watched her best friend collide with a speeding truck. It was soon followed by many more as her knees buckled and collapsed beneath her.

"A-All my f-fault...it's all my fault!" She wailed, attempting to wipe away the tears that just wouldn't stop.

"Someone, anyone!" She called out just as people began taking notice of the body lying out in the middle of the street. "Please, save him."

Maka awoke with a start, beads of sweat running down her forehead.

It was that dream again, that memory coming back to haunt me once more.

It happened a month ago, the accident. A whole month had gone by, yet Maka still could not find peace with herself. The event left a permanent scar on her soul that she figured would never be able to heal itself. A small part of her had left that day in the form of a white haired teen named Soul "Eater" Evans.

He was her best friend, Soul. They were partners, a Weapon and Meister duo. Once they met through Death Weapon Meister Academy, they became almost inseparable. They were best friends, almost siblings. They shared both an apartment and many of their deepest secrets. Those that knew them predicted they would end up together one day, but clearly that possible future was dead with the recent events.

Maka rubbed the sleep from her eyes and glanced at the clock on her bedside table. 3:27, it read in big, red letters.

Oh, great. She thought. It's way too early to get up.

But what was the use of trying to fall back asleep? It's not like the girl had been able to sleep much at all lately anyway. Maka sighed and let herself fall back into the soft, squishy pillows. Her eyes, now half-lidded and dark, stared up at the bare ceiling with a sort of interest you only find in the early hours of the morning. A chilling thought suddenly struck her, and her eyes flew wide open.

I wonder if...no, nothing could have happened to it. No one's gone in there since-

Maka practically flew out of her bed with newfound energy and sprinted across the hall to a door no one had opened in quite a while. With a sharp intake of breath, she grabbed ahold of the dusty doorknob and threw it open, gazing into the dark room with an intense stare.

If you hadn't already guessed, the bedroom Maka just entered used to belong to a certain albino scythe named Soul. After he had been declared dead at the hospital, Maka left everything in his room exactly as he left it and practically quarantined the whole thing. She had not even let Black*Star, the blue haired assassin who was Soul's closest friend behind Maka, inside. She needed some sort of keepsake to remember him by, and to the scythe Meister, nothing else seemed fully adequate.

A relieved sigh escaped her lips as she closed the door and leaned against it, sliding down to the floor shortly after. It never seemed to end, this awful and undeserved. torment that was occurring in slide the poor girl's head.

Because even though she fully and completely believed his death to be her fault, she could not have been any more wrong.