I sat looking out the window on a cold December night. I had just woken up from this recurring nightmare that has been flashing through my head for weeks now. It was always about me going crazy and killing the people I cared about the most...Soul, Mama, Tsubaki. I would always kill them with the weapon in me. I love the fact that I'm half meister half weapon, but it gets to be too much, even now because of this nightmare.

I couldn't let this really happen. I wanted this people to live. Especially Soul. He is my partner, my weapon. But ever since we met and decided to become partners...I have found myself falling deeply in love with him. I don't think he feels the same way about me though. I'm too flat-chested as he always says. But I want him to love me, I want us to work out. My biggest fear would be that if this ended badly, we would never be able to be partners anymore. We probably wouldn't stand being friends.

I don't know how long I was out there, but I suddenly got really cold. I wasn't paying attention to the fact that it was below zero outside, which made it around at least twenty-five degrees in the house. I walked over to the couch and grabbed the blanket off the back. I then wandered back to the window, continuing to watch the stars.

"Maka?" I hadn't realized Soul came out of his bedroom. "Are you ok?" he asked me with a slight sound of worriment to his voice.

"I'm fine, Soul. Go back to sleep."

"I can't sleep Maka. I keep having this….dream. When I wake up, I realize it isn't true, and it makes me kind of...sad."

I watched as he brought his red eyes up to my green ones. We were looking at each other with a great passion set in both of our minds. That's what it felt like anyway. He slowly walked over by me, and I handed him one of the ends of the blanket. He sat next to me and covered up with it. We sat in silence for what seemed like hours. Neither of us said a word.

"Maka?" Soul turned his head so he was looking at me. There was something to his gaze that startled me.

"What is it Soul?" I asked. I must have sounded stupid. I was a little nervous to hear what he was going to say. My palms were sweating and I was shaking, but not enough for Soul to notice, especially in the dark.

"This dream I've been having...it's about you. And me. And us. I don't know what to think of it. But when I wake up, I find myself wishing it was true. THere's a passion between us in the dream that I want to be real. I want us to be able to tell each other everything, no matter what. I want us to be….more than just friends. I don't know if you feel the same way, but I thought I should let you know."

I looked into his eyes, and I felt as the warm tears started streaming down my face. "I want that too, Soul."

I could see the joy in his eyes after I confessed that. I reached out my hand, and he took it. I knew now, that Soul had fallen in love with me. And I was madly in love with him.

"Maka?" Soul was looking and me, and after a short pause, he looked around and then caught my gaze yet again. He brought his mouth to my ear and whispered, "I love you." He then sat up, looked into my eyes, and kissed me.