"Finished!", Black*Star exclaimed as he capped his black marker.
"Black*Star! He's going to figure out it was you if you keep screaming! You're going to wake him up!", Tsubaki retorted.
"Hey Tsubaki, Black*Star, what's up?", Maka asked as she approached the two.
Tsubaki looked nervous, Black*Star looked triumphant, and she noticed the wild white hair sticking out just above the arm of the bench, which he rested his head upon.
"Tell me he didn't.", sighed a nervous Maka.
"He did.", Tsubaki sighed as well.
"Black*Star that was so uncool.", Maka huffed, taking a seat next to Soul, who'd been passed out on the bench for a while now.
"I know Maka.", Black*Star agreed, surprising Tsubaki.
"You started without me!", she groaned.
"I know! My bad Maka, here! I've got another Marker!", Black*Star exclaimed, holding out a "thumbs up" as he tossed the marker over to the boys devious Meister.
"This is for hogging the TV you sleeping little..", Maka's voice trailed off as she drew a large jagged swirl on the cheek that hadn't been taken up by Black*Stars drawing-a black star-and chuckled as she clutched a book in her lap.
"He's going to kill you two when he wakes up.", Tsubaki murmured.
"He can try! He can't defeat me! I'm the great Black*Star!"
"And you're going to wake him up if you scream any louder Black*Star."
"Right, my bad Maka. What about you? Don't you think he'll be a little upset that his own Meister betrayed him?", Black*Star stated matter-of-factly raising an arrogant eyebrow
"You two are terrible. What if somebody finds him before he wakes up, what if they take pictures! What if-!"
"Hey there gang, what's going on? I see Soul is sleeping?", Blair interrupted as she meekly took a seat next to the bench.
She was still in her cat form, which meant nobody would be fighting off a nosebleed. Yet.
"Oh my! What did you two do! He's going to kill you!", she chuckled, taking a look at the artwork bestowed upon his face.
"He looks so innocent when he's sleeping.", Maka chuckled as well, "Too bad all of that disappears the minute he wakes up."
"I'm sure Soul tries to be a good person, he's just.. confused.", Tsubaki sighs.
"Who cares if Soul is "innocent" or not? He's Soul Eater! He eats souls! It's pretty hard to stay innocent with a name like that.", Black*Star cocked his head, grinning widely.
"I guess you're right, Black*Star. I wonder why his parents named him Soul Eater.", Maka sighed.
"Has Soul ever told you about his parents, Maka?", Blair purred as she took a seat below Souls feet, which hung off of the other end of the bench.
"He doesn't mention them. I don't know why, I've tried bringing it up a few times but he always dodges the question."
"Maybe it's a sensetive subject for Soul. After all, you know what that's like, right Maka?", Tsubaki maintained a collected look on her face as she thought of Black*Stars parents as a subtle, yet appropriate example.
"True. That's why I don't really push him into it. He'll tell me when he's ready, right?"
They all nodded, except for Black*Star who was suddenly missing in action.
"Hey everybody! I'm the great Black*Star!", a voice shot up as they reeled their attention towards one of the higher buildings.
"Black*Star!", Tsubaki shouted, "Get down from there!"
"You don't have to worry Tsubaki! I've surpassed God, I can survive one little meesly drop! I can feel it! The earth is shaking below my feet!"
"Black*Star! If you don't stop shouting you'll wake Soul up!", she shouted again.
"Don't you think that's a little contradicting Tsubaki.", Maka whispered.
"Right, I'm sorry Maka.", she smiled.
Maka smiled back, waving it off.
"Ngh..", a low rumble caught Maka's attention.
She looked down at her weapon as he began turning his head a bit.
"I think Soul is waking up.", Maka whispered.
"I hope we didn't disturb his rest.", Tsubaki whispered back.
"I'm ready to pounce. He better wake up soon.", Blair purred.
"HEY EVERYBODY I'M THE GREAT BLACK*ST-! AH!", a booming voice announced, then trailed off as a loud thud was heard around the block.
"That idiot..", Maka muttered.
"Black*Star!", Tsuabki grieved with concern, running off to wherever Black*Star had landed.
"I've got to see this~!", Blair declared, hopping on Tsubaki's shoulder.
Maka sighed. It was no use, Black*Star was going to be alright, she assumed. She was much more interested in her partners current sleeping state. She grew a bit curious, as he turned his head a few more times, twitching a few parts of his body.
"Soul?", she mumbled, hovering over him.
He moved around a bit more, however, his eyes remained shut. Maka felt bad about disturbing his sleep like that, so she allowed her logic to kick in. She pulled a clean tissue out of her pocket, and proceeded to wipe the art work off of his face. She hated her conscience sometimes, it prevented her from torturing Soul.
She capped the pen and guided her arm safely away from his face, before an unsuspected grip caught her wrist.
"Soul?", she whispered as she looked down on him, her face written with shock.
"No..", he mumbled, his eyes still shut.
"Soul?", she said a bit louder.
"No..Wes..", he mumbled again, twitching a few times.
Maka remained silent as she watched her partner in dismay. Could it be the black blood? Is it causing him to hilloucinate?
"Wes..I'm sorry..", his head jerked back and fourth a few more times before Maka found herself shaking him awake.
"Maka!", he screamed as he felt himself jerked awake.
"Soul, are you alright?", she gave him a strange look.
He looked down at his hands, then up at Maka, and rubbed his eyes.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Um..", she hesitated, unsure if she should bring up the dream, "I don't know."
"You're acting weird Maka.", he sighed as he raised himself up, scratching the back of his head.
She giggled, shrugging it off.
"What were you dreaming about?", she finally asked, nonchalantly.
He paused for a moment and raised an eyebrow, "Don't you have to go read a book or something?"
"Well fine if you're gonna be that way, I guess I do.", she stated in a joking tone.
He shrugged it off and sat back on the bench.
He couldn't answer her question, it wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare, his nightmare.
Soul sat silently at the grand dining table placed carefully in the center of the Evans household. His Mother and Father sat at the opposite sides of the table, in the large chairs. The table was too big for its own good, as he felt himself practically drooling at the amount of food spread all across the length. There was a variety of his favorite foods, favorite soda, even a bit of wine. It was heaven, and what alarmed him the most was the conversation taking place, right in front of him.
"Honey, what do you think of Soul?", his mother stared straight across the table at his father.
"He's our son, we should never have doubted him.", his father replied with a blank expression.
"I know. He's doing fine on his own isn't he?"
"Of course he is, he's our son. We were wrong to hold him back."
"We only have his best interest at heart. We've been able to cope with his disappearence, however, Wes.."
His ears perked up at the mention of his older brother, who had been the only one missing tonight.
"Wes seems to be fairly hurt.", his father sighed, taking a bite of food.
"Wes is hurt?", Soul chimed in.
They ignored him, "It's hard to believe, I thought the boys got along so well. It's a shame really.", his mother sighed as well.
"It's upsetting, I never thought Soul could hate Wes. I didn't know Soul hated his only sibling."
"I don't hate Wes, what are you talking about?", Soul stood up in his seat, still ignored.
"Maybe one day he'll come home. Assuming he doesn't hate Wes too much.", his mother continued to eat as if Soul wasn't there.
"You're right. Speaking of which, come join us Wes.", his father agreed as he turned toward the door.
An older gentlemen in a gray tuxedo walked in. He had a muscular face, blood red eyes, snow white hair, but his teeth were normal. It was the man of the hour, Wes Evans.
"Soul, there you are.", Wes spoke up in his soothing voice, as soon as he took a seat across from Soul.
"Wes?", Soul replied.
Their parents had vanished, leaving only the boys and the large dining room.
"Why did you run from me, Soul?", Wes asked as his eyes locked upon his little brother.
"I didn't run from you. I needed to get away. I needed to escape.", he insisted.
"You needed to escape..from me?", a fair amount of pain seemd to fill the look in Wes's strong, intelligent eyes.
"I didn't want to escape from you Wes, I wanted to..escape.."
The table between them disappeared, dissolving into the ground along with the delicious food Soul had looked forward to eating. The kitchen seemed to have disappeared as well, leaving only Soul and Wes in a dark room.
"You've escaped me, now what do you plan on doing next? Do you plan on forgetting me, Soul?"
"No! I.. I don't know, I still haven't become a Death Scythe!"
"Granny..would be disappointed.", Wes sighed as he turned toward the red door that was suddenly visible.
"Wes! Don't leave! I'm sorry!", Souls voice faltered as it reached a sudden high pitch.
He was eleven years old again, wrapped in his boring tuxedo. His muscles had vanished and he'd been rendered helpless once more as his voice failed to carry, and the door had slammed shut in front of him.
"Wes! Come back! I didn't mean to do it!", he closed his eyes and punched the door repeatedly as it refused to open.
Soon, the door disappeared, as did his older brother. He sat on the ground in a sad daze as his attention was stolen by something in the far corner of the room. The blackness dissolved, leaving behind a small room whose walls were lined with many picture frames, and a few end tables. There was a black grand piano at the far end, and a girl standing in the new doorway.
"Maka?", he shook his head and looked down on himself as the strength in his voice had been replenished, and he was reverted back into his normal self.
"Soul? Why would you do that?", she asked with small tears filling her eyes.
"Do what Maka? Why are you crying?"
"How could you hurt your own brother like that? I thought you had a soul."
"I do have a soul, Maka. You know that."
"How could you hurt me like this, Soul? I trusted you."
With that last word, she dissolved into the darkness, just like everything else.
"Maka!", he screamed as he felt himself jolt up out of his unsettling sleep.
He shuttered as she asked him about his dream. It wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare. His worst nightmare. He breathed a little easier as Maka left, and he rested his head on the bench once more. He couldn't explain why he'd felt this way, or why the dream had bothered him, or why his face felt a little wet, but he didn't care. He just wanted to forget about it for the moment, but sighed as he realized he wouldn't be able to do that again.
"I assume you had a nice sleep?", a deep voice interrupted his thoughts.
He sat up in utter shock, looking at his hands once more. He wasn't eleven, he wasn't dreaming. He turned around and found himself greeted by the familiar blood red eyes. The man had to be at least twenty two by now.
"I see you've changed allot.", the man chuckled as he held both of his hands gingerly in his pockets.
"Hello Wes."