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Soul shivered and zipped up his sweatshirt. He ran his fingers through his snow-white hair, removing his thin black headband in the process. He ruffled his hair a bit, and leaned back against the headboard of his bed. Yawning, the young man glanced over at the enormous pile of schoolbooks on the floor near the corner of his desk. Schoolbooks were also strewn about the room. “Ngghhh…” he groaned. “Marie-sensei, that sadistic bastard Stein’s really gotten to you, eh?”

He swung his legs over the edge of his bed and lifted himself to his feet. Christmas was only three days away. Why the hell were they being assigned so much homework?

Soul looked around his train-wreck of a bedroom. He and Maka had completed three extra-curricular activities in the last week and a half. With all the added in-school work, he’d had barely enough time to do anything out-of-school related, let alone clean his room. He was lucky that he could grab a few minutes every day to shower, for god’s sake.

The white-haired youth sighed, bending over to pick up a green hardcover book (which had severely bent pages from being left in an unsuitable state for so long) entitled Soul Resonance: Uses and the Importance Of when he heard a shriek from the room next door. He leaped over the pile of books and ran as fast as he could out of his room to the adjacent one, and practically kicked open the door.

“Maka?!” He frantically yelled as his eyes darted about the room, scanning every corner of it. He looked at Maka’s desk, where she sat with her head in her hands. Upon him entering the room, she’d looked up at him.

“Oh, Soul. Sorry if I scared you. It’s just…Marie-sensei’s essay,” Soul’s jaw hit the floor and his stomach did a back flip when she said this. “I’m having really bad writer’s block. It’s driving me crazy.” She tapped her pencil against the wood of the desk a few times, then noticed the expression on Soul’s face. She sighed. “You forgot all about it, didn’t you, Soul?”

Soul’s stomach did another strange somersault and he started to defend himself, but realized that it was no use. He scratched the back of his head and muttered, “Yeah…”

“MAKAAA CHOP!” Soul soon found himself on his knees, holding his pounding head. Maka stood above him with a particularly large book in her hands. “Soul, you’re already about to fail for the year. You need this grade.”

Soul grunted and lifted his head to look at her face. “Sorry to break it to you, but hitting me isn’t gonna help with my concentration.” He barely had time to brace himself before the book came crashing down onto his head again. Soul muttered something unintelligible as he crawled out of her room and back into his. He sat against his bed for a few minutes until the pain wore off, then stood up.

He’d been really protective of Maka lately. On the most recent mission they took on, Maka was almost severely injured.

Soul blamed himself for this, of course.

He sighed again. Maka was right, he had to admit. He’d neglected his schoolwork for too long now. He was really making Maka look bad, too. She didn’t deserve a partner who could care less about his grades. He glanced again at the pile of books…um…which one did he need to do the essay?

Two hours later, Soul put down his pen and stared at the sheet of paper. Half of it was blank, the other half being occupied by space-filling babble.

Way to go, Soul commended himself. You’ve accomplished nothing.

The clock on his desk read 10:10 P.M. Soul realized he was very, very hungry. He leaned over and looked at the oven in the kitchen through his doorway. He groaned. It was his turn to cook tonight, and he really didn’t feel like cooking.

“Oi, Maka!” he called, “How’s take-out sound?”

He didn’t hear her answer. Worry was sent crashing through his brain. He hurried over to her room again, and couldn’t help display a toothy grin when he saw that she had fallen asleep and was drooling all over her essay.

“Sleepyhead…” Soul quietly chuckled, easily lifting her light body up from the chair and placing her gently in her bed. Maka stirred and rolled over onto her side, remaining in a deep sleep. He wrote a quick note telling her where he went, and placed it on her nightstand.

Soul grabbed a tissue from the bathroom and wiped the drool off her face. She muttered something along the lines of “But all the cheese is gone…”, then began lightly snoring. Soul grinned again. He loved watching her sleep; it was when she was at her funniest.

He brushed one of her pigtails out of her face before kissing her forehead ever so lightly. He knelt by her bedside for a few more minutes, his hand resting gently on the side of her face.

‘Oh, Maka,’ he mused, ‘What would I do without you?’ He kissed her forehead again, then walked into the kitchen.

He put on a pair of sneakers before heading towards the kitchen table. He was about to grab the keys to his motorcycle off of it, but upon looking out the window, saw that it had started snowing. After a moment’s thought, he decided to take the car instead. He definitely didn’t feel like getting wet.

The teen thought of what he was wearing for a second as well. It was probably cold out…maybe he should put on a jacket over his sweatshirt…?

He shrugged, and left the house with the car keys, his wallet, and his current outfit. It wasn’t like he was going to be gone for long anyways.

The snow had started falling a little heavier since Soul had left. The windshield wipers were on their highest speed, making sure that none of the pesky flakes obscured his vision.

The streets were pretty bare of drivers. Soul guessed that they were all too scared to drive while it was snowing. He chuckled. The streets had just been plowed, so what was there to worry about?

He turned up the heat a little bit. It was a blisteringly cold night. He wished he wore his jacket.

He slowed to a stop at a red light. He started fuming at how ridiculous it was that he was the only driver on the road, and yet there were still stoplights.

The on ramp leading to the highway caught his eye.

When the light turned green, he drifted off to the right in order to get on the highway. He felt triumphant, knowing that this way, there would be know stoplights, and with no one on the road, no traffic either.

Two exits. That was as long as he had to drive on the highway to get where he was going.

The highway was plowed especially good. He allowed himself to accelerate to fifty-three miles an hour.

Fifty-four miles an hour.

Fifty-six miles an hour.

Sixty miles an hour.

His exit was approaching. He began to slow down, lessening his speed to fifty-five miles an hour.

He was about fifty yards away from his exit.

Fifty miles an hour.

Forty miles an hour.

Soul navigated off the highway, keeping his speed at thirty miles an hour as he maneuvered the car along the slight curves of the off ramp.

An intersection greeted him as he made it completely off the highway. The light was green.

He saw his destination, just to the right after the intersection.

He drove through the intersection…well, half-way through.

An SUV plowed through the red light, going at least sixty miles an hour.

Soul barely saw it out of the corner of his left eye.

His significantly smaller car was brutally t-boned by it.