They've always tried to protect each other in battle. One more than the other most of the time. But how could you blame him? It is his job after all, being a weapon. In the mixture of protecting his meister he got a little too attached. His feeling is like nothing young Soul has ever felt in his lift. All for a flat chested bookworm like Maka.
"Soul is on the balcony, I can't get him to come back," Maka groans. Kid had overheard her. "I'll go talk to him," kid said like it was going to be a simple task. Little did he know it wasn't going to be so easy for the shinigami.