I do not own Soul Eater

This is a fanfic side story off of the series written by one Ninjagirl91, from her Staff Meister series.

This wasn't possible, this shouldn't be possible. She, Medusa was standing right there across from her. She was dead…her soul was eaten…how was she standing right there looking just as proud and cruel as she did the day she was slain.

"James….James get away from her…" Miley was just now taking a few steps back upon seeing the monster of a woman standing behind James.

James just stood there only just looking at her with glazed over eyes. Slowly James turned his head and looked back over his shoulder and started to smile, a very warm smile. To Miley however it felt creepy, like some sickly sweet poison running down her spine.

Turning his head back so his eyes met with Miley's the boy smiled warmly to her, "Why Miley? This is my mother." His voice sounded overjoyed but at the same time forced in a way. Almost as if it wasn't him saying it but someone else who only looked like James.

Miley's heart skipped a beat as she heard James. It wasn't possible, there is no way it could be true, could it? Was medusa really his mother? A dozen possibilities ran through her head at once, more than a few came to paint James just as bad as medusa. It was these that Miley had to push out.

Her thoughts were cut short when Medusa finally decided to speak, and still with that chilling slick serpent voice. "Oh my dear son, you have done so well, momma is very proud." The woman had closed the small gap that had been between her and James while wrapping her arms slowly over his shoulders in a soft hug, "You have done everything I had ever hoped you would."

James was starting to tear up, he looked happy, something Miley had only ever seen that one day that she had first brought him a meal. "I love you momma." James gently spoke as if finding Medusa was the only thing that had ever mattered to him.

"Shh, I know, I know, don't worry, I won't leave you again." Medusa cuddled James in her arms like an actual mother would, starting to slowly rock the boy.

"Where did you go momma, why did you leave?" James asked desperately looking for answers to his lost memories.

Miley could see it, the sick grin of the woman returned as she stared up at her, and this was what the monster was waiting for. Leaning her head down to the boy's ear she spoke loud enough for Miley to hear it. "She was the one that took me away from you, she did all of it."

This was when Miley could see the change in James, his face, it went blank, and deadpan. She saw this once before when she was attacked by one of the keishan eggs. He did something to it, she wasn't sure what but the body of it was torn to shreds, literally, his illusions could become almost real with enough of his effort but to do that must have taken something else, something darker. It was also the one and only time she heard his soul. The noise of screeching metal sheering was the closest thing Miley could compare it to. It was like his soul was crying.

She could hear it now, that same screeching cry from James soul. "James! Don't listen to her, do let her do this to you, James!" Miley pleaded to him, trying anything that would reach him in his warped state of disillusion.

Stein was just finishing up a few edits to his current paperwork when as he glanced over to the clock tilted his head a bit, "Hmm, she usually visits today….Marie? Have you seen Miley at all today?"

"I think she was out looking for James today, she said something about losing him I think, why?" Marie was busying herself with a dinner at the moment not thinking much about James, to her he was a generally nice boy, very quiet and a few times she had actually tripped over him, and it was James who would apologize. Marie had taken a liking to James much more than even Miley had, she had helped fix his clothing more than a few times, and even went as far as trying to help him feel like he had someone that cared.

Stein sighed when he hear the witches name, he still didn't like him, not that he ever did. The boy was dangerous, very dangerous. Illusion that would become solid, if he ever lost control Stein would have to remove him, before he could get out a few more thoughts on what might be keeping Miley he felt it, something very dark screaming from not far off. It was a witch, that's all he needed to bolt out the door leaving Marie leaning hear head out trying to watch the man. "What in the world?"

Stein rounded the corner feeling not only James soul, but by this time he could feel Miley. None of this was good. It is then that he saw all of it, James had Miley pinned to the ground in the alleyway with both of his hands wrapped right around her throat. Miley was kicking her legs out franticly as she clawed at James hands to release her. She was crying, looking up at the boy, his face blank; devoid of any expression. He was really trying to kill her, after everything he was still lost.

Miley's broken cries and sick choking noises set Stein off in a blind rush. Both of his clenched fists slammed hard into James ribs releasing a massive soul force right into the boy, throwing him clear of Miley, but not before several wrenching crunching sounds of broken bones echoed through the ally. James actually ricocheted off one of the walls and down to the ground, stopping motionless with his sea blue eyes stuck open, staring.

Miley popped up in an instant, still coughing holding her neck, getting up and scrambling to where James laid. "J-James…*cough*…J-James!" She looked down at him hoping he was okay, though he was far from it, and Miley could see it, there wasn't anything there behind his blue eyes. "James! James! Wake up!" Miley gently shook him trying to get something out of him. That's when she felt it, or the lack of it, he had no pulse.

Miley stopped, then she looked up and over her shoulder at Stein with her mouth agape, "You, you, killed him…" She was shaking her head, "Why? You didn't…have to…" A few tears started up in the corners of her eyes.

James was alone in the dark, deep within his soul he hid himself. Far from any outside voice he huddled in the middle of a nearly empty ancient library he quietly waited. All the tall shelves formed a circular labyrinth of wooden rows each of them covered in layers of dust and cobwebs from what looked like years of neglect. The air was chilly and cold enough for James to see his breath as he sat looking down at the dusty unkept hard stone floor. "Why does it hurt so much?" James asked to the stagnant air. The boy was holding his side as blood slowly dripped to the ground from the seeping gauss on his side.

Inside the silent library another figure emerged from the series of vacant shelves. Medusa was hurried along as she caught sight of James and his wound. Coming to kneel to face the boy she smiled, "It's okay my son, momma is here to make everything better." Slowly she placed her palm on his side and after a few seconds the blood stopped dripping. James could feel himself become a bit stronger as the pain faded. "There, now wake up James, I need you."

James smiled greatly at his 'mother' and slowly wrapped his arms around her in a warm and long hug. "I'll do anything for you momma, I love you." James nuzzled his face into her shoulder as she held him close.

Medusa smiled, and nearly started grinning as her 'son' clung to her, "I love you too."