Akire Rosales: Sequel of the one-shot My Reality. Is not required to be read.

Disclaimer: I dont own Soul Eater, otherwise the ending wouldn't had been the freaking madness of boobies…

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Whispers

Chapter 1
Back to Death City

The relaxing movement of the train was making her feel drowsy. She had been fighting sleep for some time now, at some moments falling asleep just to wake up minutes later to stare at the view through the window. Outside the train the view changed every hour, right now showing the wide and suffocating desert of Nevada. She hadn't seen that desert in five years, since she left the city just after her marriage. Couldn't be helped, the memories of that days of youth quickly filled her with longing.

Maka Albarn was now a young woman of twenty five years, her blond loose hair moving in waves slightly with the air conditioner of the train. Her green eyes were watching through the desert, distracted, her mind far away from the view she was pretending to admire.

It was weird to be back at Death City after years living outside, far away from her friends, knowing little to nothing about them. Not just her friends but also all her old teachers, the places, parks and the stores of her childhood. It was like traveling back in time, but she knew that when she arrived everything would be different. She was different that was for sure… They would be different? At least the desert was the same, wide and utterly desolated.

A sigh escaped her lips tarnishing the window glass where her forehead was resting. Without thinking much she raised her index finger and drew in the window a smiley face, just a curved line with a pair of eyes. While staring at that smiley face, her mind started to wander even further to everything she had left behind.

What happened to her friends? They were still living in Death City? She couldn't help to wonder about Tsubaki and Black Star. They were living in Japan as far as she knew, and being that the case she wouldn't be able to see them. But, what about Kim and Ox? They weren't part of her circle of friends, but they were her friends nonetheless. She didn't need to wonder about Kid, since they kept in touch during all those years. There was just one person she had heard a lot about yet she didn't know anything.

How was her dearest friend? That shy little boy with pink hair and kicked-puppy eyes. In the last years she had been trying not to think about him almost with the same strength she used to try to remember him. Truth be told she felt guilty, a complete scum for being away and oblivious to the life of the boy that once upon a time used to be her best friend. Five years had passed, three of which she knew nothing about him, not even a call or a letter. She had lost all track of him since three years ago, ignorant to what was going on in his life except for the things Kid leaked to her.

Was he still living in Death city? Was he healthy? Was he still living in her old apartment? She had been keeping mail with him for two years just after her marriage, and she still held on those old letters. Maka used to read them every time she missed him, and in the last couple of years she had been reading them to the point of memorizing them. Every time she made for dinner something he used to like, every time she stared at a sunset and missed his smile next to her, every time she read a new book and longed for him to comment about it. Since the day when everything started to crumble and his letter stopped coming, Maka noticed a void deep inside of her.

She needed a rest, just a breath of fresh air, far away from routine and her life as a wife. She needed to be far away and think. Above all, she needed her friends and needed him.

A new sigh, this time of longing, while her eyes recognized at the horizon the train station, empty in the middle of the desert. Once she get there, Deathy City would be able to be seen in the distance, at two hours of walking.

Inside the Death Room, Lord Death stared at the normal life of students in Shibusen through his mirror, his face hidden under the traditional skull mask. Behind him was Spirit, quite impatient and babbling unrequited love nonsense about his only daughter. Stein was with him just a few feet away, staring in silence to his friend while smoking one of his cigarettes.

"Makaaaaaaaa! My Little baby has come to visit me!" Spirit cried while dancing around the room with tears of in his eyes.

Lord Death kept silence while Stein could do nothing but sigh at his friend.

"You do know that you are lying to yourself, right Spirit?" Stein pointed out while staring at him through his glasses. Unlike Spirit, not Stein or Lord Death were happy about having Maka suddently moving back to Death City.

It just didn't make any sense. Maka had a life and a steady job in Germany with Soul where they worked at the apartment of Meisters and Death Scythes of the place. As a four star meister and the best Death Scythe in existence, both of them were required urgently to help. Just after their honeymoon, both of them started living in Germany. That was five years ago.

Maka had requested her vacations abruptly and in advance, choosing among all places in the world to go back to Death City. Even more important, Maka had traveled alone.

"Could you PLEASE let me fantasize at least for one moment? God dammit Stein!" Roared Spirit, giving Stein a pissed off look. Spirit was no idiot; he knew something was wrong with his daughter, something nobody knew… yet.

"Stein, remind me why is Spirit here?" Asked Lord Death with an exasperated sigh, staring at the redhead through the dark holes of his mask.

"Because you need a Death Scythe by your side at all times" Answered Stein just after giving some turns to the screw on his head, frowning slightly while holding his cigarette on his lips.

"More important than that! Who is going to pick up my daughter at the train station?" Asked Spirit suddenly, turning to Lord Death "I should go! Is my duty as her papa!"

"Maka asked me specifically not to send anyone for her at the station, she wants to make the trip here alone" Said the Death God without even looking at Spirit, focusing on the mirror in front of him "She's here anyway"

A few knocks in the door silenced the room, and soon after than the door opened slightly showing the face of a young girl.

"Lord Death, sir… uhm, the meister Maka Albarn wishes to talk to you" Announced the girl who was twirling her thumbs slightly while carrying a folder against her chest.

"Let her in" Were Death's immediate orders, leaving aside the mirror to stare at the door. In moments like those, the Death God was thankful of the mask covering his face, this time hiding his slight excitement. It would be highly uncomfortable for everyone to notice the excitement he was feeling for meeting with an old friend.

They didn't wait long before the figure of Maka, now fully a woman, waved at them with a smile, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her.

"MAKAAAAAAAAAA!" Roared Spirit while tackling her daughter. "PAPA IS HERE! EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT!"

Maka could do nothing but stare at her father with horror, but soon enough she just smiled and opened her arms, waiting for him. Before Spirit could notice her mischievous smirk, he just ran faster to the meeting with his only daughter. Finally Maka accepted him! Consumed in happiness, Spirit jumped right on top of Maka with full intention of squeezing her into his arms.

Big mistake. As soon as he was inches from Maka, she quickly stepped aside, leaving her father to crash against the closed doors behind her. Spirit was knocked out.

"Why am I not surprised that he hasn't changed a bit?" Maka growled with dread, staring at her unconscious father on the floor.

"Maka…" Lord Death called for her, walking closer to her.

The blonde meister turned to see him, smiling widely before running to the encounter with the Death God. Just a few steps away from hugging him, she stopped, suddenly staring at him with seriousness, surprising Death. Before he could guess why the change of attitude, Maka smiled and gave him a slight bow.

"Maka Albarn ready for duty, Lord Death" Announced herself with all required formalities according to the DWMA manuals. The god watched all this in silence for a second, chuckling slightly.

"Please Maka…" He ended laughing while taking off his skull mask, allowing her to see a young man with golden eyes. His pitch black hair decorated with three white symmetrical stripes around his head. "I told you back then and I tell you now again, Kid, just call me Kid"

The blonde woman couldn't help but laugh before opening her arms and give Kid a big long hug. Maka knew long time ago that Kid was the new Death God, the old beloved God had passed away many years ago. The cheerful voice of the god was awfully missed in the school and among those who got to know him the most. Yet no one complained about Kid: a lot more serious than his father and slightly less patient, but Kid was guiding the DWMA to a new era of order and peace.

"It has been so long" Greeted Kid, releasing Maka from his embrace, giving some steps back just to see her properly. "Even when we both stayed in touch all this time using the mirror, seeing you in person is… you've changed a lot"

"I should say the same! You've turned into a full grown man, uhm?" Maka teased with a playful smile making Kid to blush slightly.

Giving some room for Kid to compose himself, Maka turned to watch at the Death Room and everyone on it. Stein greeted her with his hand. No one else was there.

"Hello there Professor Stein, looking good!" Maka greeted with a thumb up. Stein chuckled a bit, smiling at his former student.

"I know is not true Maka, but thank you for your lie" Stein smiled at her, combing his silvery hair slightly with his fingers. The struggle against madness, even without any kishin around, had left the doctor looking older than he truly was. His pale face showed exhaustion, both due to his work and his madness. The old glasses added age to his face and accentuated the bags unders his eyes.

Even though, Stein looked good. Madness hadn't progressed since those dark times and his sanity was almost normal. Eternally tired, but sane and healthy.

"Where's Liz and Patty?" Asked Maka with interest in her face. She had been hoping to see the sisters with Kid, but he was alone. It was a little disappointing, she truly had been longing to see her old friends.

"They shouldn't take long to come, I told them you would be here today and the exact hour, but they were way too nervous to just wait here" Kid sighed with both of his hands on his hips, his face in an exasperated grimace "they went out shopping to pass the time, as usual"

Maka laughed a bit with the news. Of course, between Liz being a ball of nervousness and Patty as hyper as usual, there was nothing else Kid could do to handle them. Suddenly the door of the Death Room opened wide, sending the unconscious body of Spirit flying to the other side of the room.

"Makaaaa!" Roared a familiar voice, Patty running as fast as she could just to tackle Maka, squeezing her in her arms. "Maka! You are here! Kid told us you would be here! And he never lies, right? Yo are heeeeere!"

Patty was dancing around while holding Maka tightly, the blonde having serious difficulties to breathe.

"Im happy to see you… Patty…. Can't breathe…!" Maka panted while being shaken by the smallest Thompson, who quickly released her giving her a pat in her back. Soon enough Maka noticed another figure close by, Liz smiling at her with that calm look of hers.

"I wanted to hug you too, but I think you've had enough of it with Patty" The tall blond teased with a smile, using all of his self-control for not to tackle Maka as well.

"Nonsense, come over here… " Maka smiled, opening her arms with a wide smile. Liz couldn't hold it back, running to hug Maka tightly with tears in her eyes, Patty quickly joining both in a group hug. Liz always tried to tough for her sister, but right there the pride was worth for nothing. She was a sensible girl, and she had missed her friend badly, her quiet sobs giving her away.

Kid stared at the scene with a smile on his lips. Only he truly knew how much his weapon partners had missed Maka. For everything they dealed together during their youth, Maka was the closest friend that the Brocklyn demons have ever had.

They stood like that for a long while, enough to allow all the emotions to settle down. Once they untangled from the hug, Maka scrubbed the tears of her face away with his white glove, laughing with Liz and Patty. However the laugh didn't last long because Maka glanced to the door of the Death Room. No one else had come to greet her.

"Did anyone else know about my return?" Maka asked turning to see Kid who understood right away the reason of her question. His expression changing to full seriousness, the god took a deep sigh before crossing his arms on his chest.

"Black Star and Tsubaki now live in Japan, you know that. I sent them a letter telling them about you staying in Death City for a while, they haven't answered"

"Kid…" Maka called for him, her green eyes staring at him, a slight frown in her face. Yes, Kid knew quite well what Maka exactly wanted to know.

"I didnt tell him…" The young god confessed, his golden eyes staring at Maka, waiting for her reaction.

"You didnt… Why? Kid…"

"I didnt know how he would react" He explained, letting go a sigh he didn't know he was holding. "Maka, he hadn't seen you in five years… you have no idea how bad it went for him when you left. I could have caused more harm than good"

"But… is he ok? He's still living here?" Maka asked with worry in her voice, making Kid frown in confusión.

"How?... You guys haven't kept in touch by correspondence?"

"Yes… for a while, but I haven't known anything about him in almost three years… my letters never were answered" Maka whispered staring at the floor, her face showing a glimpse of hurt. She didn't want to think that Crona had been avoiding her the last few years.

"I didn't know that… I've delivered all of your letters with precision" Kid frowned. Crona has been ignoring Maka? It was much more likely that the moon stop grinning first.

"And the letters I sent to his address weren't answered either…" By that moment Maka started feeling that dread clenching her chest. From the moment when the letters of his best friend stopped arriving, the problems in her life had seemed to increase abruptly. Of course her problems had nothing to do with that, but the fact of not having any comfort of his friend when she needed him the most only had helped in making his absence way more noticeable.

She wanted to see him, to know he was alright, to see his face after five years. Maka was way too worried and focused on finding out about his friend that she didn't notice the knowing looks Liz and Patty were giving to each other, both with some deep frowns in their faces.

"I want to see him Kid, where is he?"

"He's here in the DWMA, isnt that right Stein?" Kid asked to the professor who stared at both young adults with a deep frown in his face. Kid's question took him out of his thoughts.

"Eclipse salon, first basement" Was his only answer, his eyes staring with a frown at some random point of the room. He looked pissed, almost as if Kid and Maka's conversation hadn't been of his liking at all.

"Basement?... but the DWMA doesnt have any classrooms in the basement, just…"

"Now we do" Kid interrupted her, smiling at her again. "I could explain it to you, but it would be better if you see it with your own eyes"

Maka wanted answers in that very moment; she had never been a very big fan of riddles. With a pout in her face, she just shook her head before waving good bye to the Thompson Sisters and Stein, running out of the Death Room. She wanted to see Crona and fast, besides it was a good idea to run away before her father regained consciousness.

It didn't take long for her to reach the school's basement. She knew the DWMA like the palm of her hand, besides there weren't too many changes around to disorientate her. The school was just like how she remembered it… until she reached the basement, that is.

There were the same endless corridors, the difference being some colorful arrows hanging on the stone walls all around the place, all of them pointing to one direction: Eclipse classroom. The DWMA had always named classrooms using numbers and lunar phases, but they have never had a classroom named "Eclipse". Without number, it meant that the class was unique, no grades, with a specific and steady group of students. It was much like the Spartoi squad, and that was odd enough by itself.

Why Crona was taking class there? Furthermore, why he was still a student? The last letters he got from him had said that he was on a long mission, traveling around in the name of the DWMA with Ragnarok. After that, the letters stopped coming.

Of course panic got the best of her in that moment, and she had been close to throw her job out of the window just to return to the DWMA and make sure her dearest friend was alright. Kid calmed her down in that moment through the mirror, telling her that Crona was back from his travel and he was perfectly fine. Nonetheless, from that moment the letters just stopped coming.

Why?

Finally she reached the room which was quite hidden in the depts of the basement. The basement used to be used only to lock the DWMA criminals. Crona slept in one of those cells for quite some time a long time ago.

Had he done something wrong? Had he tried to leave the DWMA again? There were so many questions in her head that she was starting to get a headache. With a deep breath, she took a hold of the door knob, opening it quietly just to not disturb the class.

"You all may think you are alone and that wandering around by yourselves is better than picking sides, but the DWMA is more than just a side" A young woman with pink hair was talking to the group of students who were staring at her idly. She was wearing a short pink skirt that barely reached half her thighs and a white blouse that framed her figure. Hanging on her chest was a badge with the name "Prof. Kim Diehl" written on it.

"You are here by your own choice, and as such the DWMA promises to protect all of you in exchange of service to the school and to Lord Death" Kim kept talking, trying to maintain the interest of those eight students in the classroom.

"We are not here by our own choice" A girl commented with a frown in her face. She was wearing a black dress with blue spots at random places, in her head was a pointed black hat. "Actually we are here because we have no choice at all! Any other place would mean death to any of us"

"But you have chosen to be here. You could have decided to stay with your kind, to wander alone or search for company with other outcasts no matter the consecuences, but you are here" Kim said with that demanding tone of hers, her words rather harsh to the girl who pouted at her.

"Well yeah, fine, is not like any other option was good…" The girl growled before crossing her arms around her chest and looked away. She was probably not older than 14.

"Beside, what use can possibly have the DWMA for us? We are not meisters or weapons…" Another girl shouted from the back of the classroom, looking at the teachers with a suspicious frown.

A voice that haven't been heard during the whole class finally spoke. A little hidden behind the teacher's desk, a very thin man with pink hair called the attention of the group by clearing his dry throat.

"S-Shibusen is not a p-place that d-demands something from you to be a-admitted" Answered that man who was clenching on his own arm to ease his nervousness, his dark eyes staring at the student, almost forcing himself to stare at her. "The DWMA is an institution f-focused on maintain order. It's a s-sanctuary for everyone who is c-chased and lost, a school that helps you to d-deal with yourself…"

The woman with pink hair smiled at the man next to her, laying her hand on his shoulder trying to support him to keep talking. The young man smiled back at her.

"But the DWMA uses the demon weapons and their meisters to destroy kishing eyes, what possible use can the school have for us? I don't believe in that "selfless help" crap!" Shouted a young boy with green hair, dressed all in black leather with a black jacket and black leather gloves to match.

"L-Lord Death's will is to help w-whoever needs to be helped, no m-matter their origins" The young man with pink hair said, giving himself a tight squeeze on his right arm. "Shibusen knows that not all of our kind is evil and d-destructive, Professor Kim is a good e-example"

"That's right" Kim supported her partner with a smile before walking forward to face the students, staring at all of them with that demanding eyes of hers. "Still, you all are right about something… the DWMA actually wants something from all of you…"

The students suddenly roared in disapproval, shouting words like "I knew it!" between them, obviously not happy at all. Kim opened her mouth trying to calm them down, but she was interrupted by another voice that no one expected to hear.

"Shibusen will give protection to all of you, a house and a family, in exchange of your complete loyalty" Maka said while stepping inside the classroom. It had taken her a moment to fully understand what was going on, but now she understood completely. "The DWMA currently has a truce with the Witches Council, and the new norms say that every witch in need of shelter will be welcomed in exchange of her signature where she swears complete loyalty to the school and Lord Death, and above all to share and cherish his vision… And his vision is order and peace"

The whole group kept silence, every student staring at that girl of blonde hair. A pair of students whispered between them.

"By joining the DWMA you can leave behind your past, your enemies, and if you wish even your name. Shibusen is an opportunity to start all over again; in here you will learn how to live not only with other people but also with yourself. Besides, if you do all of that while being able to sleep in peace and with a full belly… how can anyone say no to that? Maka finished with a smile, staring at all those young witches and boys who stared back at her almost in awe.

Maybe they knew who she was, or maybe her security was contagious, but no other student dared to talk back to her. It was in that thick silence when she heard an accelerated breathing. Maka turned to look at Kim, who stared back with a surprised look on her face.

But the one she truly wanted to see was that shy young man who was hiding behind Kim, his pale blue eyes staring at her in shock. His chest was moving up and down quite fast, almost hyperventilating.

There he was, tall, thin, and as shy as she remembered him.

"Crona" she called for him, her green eyes staring at him with longing. There he was, her friend, just a few steps away from her.

The pale lips of that man barely opened just to let out a soft whisper.

"Maka..."

AkireRosales: Soooo… how is it?

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