Lazura: I now present to you, the final installment to the Guilty Chains Series. Hopeful Prayer.

Edit: 9-4-14

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater at all except my ocs.

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How many years has it been?

Oh right...it's been two years since that day.

The day I was sent to another world.

I haven't forgotten.

Yet I feel...

Empty.

After two years.

Whenever I locked myself up in my room, I'd tried to find a way for me and Mathias to go back.

Slamming myself into the TV while the Soul Eater DVD was playing.

Placing my hand on top of the DVD box.

Punching the manga.

All three ended like this:

A bruise on my forehead.

Awkward looks from Lana and Mathias.

Paper cuts.

After one whole year of trying to figure out how to return, I decided to resume my normal activities with exception of Mathias' help.

At this point I'm not even sure if Mathias and I can return.

I stared at the mirror in my bathroom again. Water droplets rolling off my skin as I try to describe how I see myself.

Wearing a pale blue short-sleeved blouse matched together with white capris.

I never thought the day I'd look so girly.

Since two years had passed, my shoulder length brown hair has now grown longer. I didn't bother going to get my hair cut this year.

Blinking, the now pools of hate have transformed into a blank expression of clear water.

Yet, Lana still said that I was pretty, as did Mathias.

In my opinion, the expression depicted an ugly truth behind its façade.

I wanted to strangle the girl in the mirror. It revealed how weak I've become.

To this day, I didn't think the determination within me would deplete so easily.

"Big Sis Aura?" Mathias popped his head in from the hallway.

Mathias' messy red hair crackled like flames while his green eyes shined grass-covered in morning dew. He was sporting a black sleeveless hoodie and denim jeans which differentiated his looks.

"Aren't you supposed to be meeting up with Lana today?" Mathias asked me, "She left a message stating that she's waiting at the park as usual."

"I'm just having a moment to myself, Matt." I responded, "I'll be heading over there soon."

Matt's face seemed worried, but brushed aside his worries.

"Just don't be late."

"I won't."

Checking to see if my brown flats were stuck to my feet, I paced myself over to the park.

Only to meet face to face with an angry Lana. She was wearing a green tank top stating 'Keep Calm and Be Green', brown shorts, and flip-flops.

"You're late!" She yelled at me.

Her short black hair went from unkempt to neat, still framing those same brown eyes.

Placing her hands on hips, Lana glared at me.

"I've got my eye on you, Reeds."

"And I got you covered, Vega."

Lana's face formed a grin as we both bumped our right-handed fist together.

"Now that's the Aura I know and love!"

"Heh, you haven't changed even after these past two months."

It was August again. Only this time, Lana and I already graduated from high school.

Funny huh? It seems that Mathias and Lana are the only ones able to keep me happy now. It makes me miss them. Their kindness was genuine even if it was for however little a time.

"So, I have a new draft I wrote out!" Lana, such a sly smile, I knew she had something up her sleeves today.

"Another fanfic? You're never going to stop writing those are you?" I deadpanned. She's an addict alright. Well it's better than being a drug addict or an alcoholic.

"Just read it!" Shoving a page to me. It fumbled in my hand as I tried to grasp it properly.

"You need to stop being so pushy once in a while."

Skimming through the written work, I noticed a few familiar descriptions.

Black hair with three stripes on the right-side of his head. Creating an asymmetrical effect compared to his symmetrical image.

My eyes slowly widened.

He placed a hand in the empty hand she held out to him.

"My name Death the kid. But you can just call me Kid for short."

For a second there, I thought I saw him again.

Standing right in front of me.

Except his golden-colored eyes were filled with sorrow.

"Aura? You alright?" Lana patted my back to snap me back into reality.

Kid.

Death the Kid.

I.

I never did get to tell him.

I felt myself drop to the floor. Lana, bewildered, helped me stand up to take me back home, however the words I muttered shocked Lana.

"I miss him."

Resting on the couch, I think back to two years ago.

I wondered how everyone is doing now?

Is everyone alright?

...

I heard the door slam open, sitting up quickly I called out. "Matt was that you?"

"No...NO!" Matt's voice was trembling, I rush over to the hallway to find.

"Noah!" There was the same man who stopped Gopher's attack. The same man who vowed to capture me and Mathias the next time he'd see us. Noah had his left hand gripped over Matt's neck while holding the same book he had before in his other.

This is impossible! How can someone from that world move over here?!

"You're wondering how I got here?" Noah began, "That madness surrounding your soul. Terror, was it? It wasn't that hard to track one of the most noticeable features from one of the great old ones. And to think, you of all people hold a piece of the soul that's indeed a being symbolizing terror itself."

Great Old Ones? Is he talking about Asura and some others?

"Even so, I'm not going back to that world with you!" Aura stated as she aimed a kick to his head only to be stopped by the book in his right hand.

"Your combat speed has slowed down these passed two years, but even if you've changed a bit. It doesn't change the fact that you're going into my book!"

I gritted my teeth. I haven't trained since for two years, and this is the result I get?!

Am I that weak?

"Big Sis Aura!"

I closed my eyes as I felt myself get pulled into that mysterious book held by Noah.

I'm sorry.

For being weak...