Okay I'm glad to see some good reviews! Thanks guys! Now this chapter isn't as intense, and I didn't put a whole lot of thought into it I wanted to update but I was so busy this weekend so I kind of just put this one together so it can't compare to the 1st chapter! But the 3rd chapter you can expect a lot! It will be quite exciting! So enjoy guys!

Chapter 2 Good Mourning

The cemetery had already been cleared, the skies were grey, the sun was hidden with lifeless clouds. Little droplets of rain began to fall as thunder rumbled through this soundless afternoon sky.

I held one white rose in my hand. I knelt down in front of a gravestone that read 'Soul Evans 1996 - 2014'

"I-I'm gonna miss you Soul.." I whispered to myself as tears streamed down my cheeks.

The rain picked up a bit more to a light shower. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I looked down and leaned the rose against Soul's gravestone.

"A white rose to resemble your spiky, white hair. " I smiled to myself remembering the day Soul couldn't find his hair gel.

FLASH BACK

"Maka!"

"Yeah?" I was busy making breakfast while Soul was still getting ready.

"Have you seen my hair gel?!"

"Uh- No?" Why would I know where his hair gel is?

"did you ever think you just ran out?" I yelled to him.

"I had at least half a bottle yesterday." I heard Soul's voice get closer until he was in the kitchen with me. I turned around away from the stove to see a half dressed Soul with an pouting face, his white hair hanging down.

"Why don't you worry about getting fully dressed before worrying about some hair gel?" I suggested before turning around to continue cooking.

I heard Soul groan before walking away.

PRESENT TIME

I laughed as the rain came down harder and my tears turned from a stream to a waterfall. And for the second time, the realization of Soul being dead hit me. My laughter turned into sobbing, I covered my mouth trying to hold back the sobs as I sat on my knees in the rain.

After a few minutes passed I felt the rain stop, but I could still hear it. I opened my eyes.

"Excuse me miss? But you'll catch a cold if you sit here in the rain." I heard a soft male voice speak.

I gasped and turned around quickly. I saw a man who resembled an older version of Soul. He had white hair like Soul but only it was down and tamer than his, the man also had the same crimson red eyes. But his teeth were normal. He was wearing a normal refined black suit. The man was holding a black umbrella over me.

"Soul?" I whispered.

"Hm?"

"Oh-uh- I mean you look like-"

"I look like Soul?"

"Yes?"

The man grinned slightly and held out his hand. "Please allow me to assist you off the ground."

I hesitated but took his offer, he pulled me up off the ground, he was much taller than me. I quickly wiped away my tears.

"I-I'm sorry, thank you."

"There is no need to apologize. My name is Wes Evans."

The man bowed a little, he was so polite and proper. And obtained a great deal of manners that Soul lacked, he was pretty much Soul's opposite. Wait. Evans?!

"Did you say Evans? A-are you related to Soul?" I asked.

"Yes. I am actually Souls older brother. May I ask for your name?"

"M-my name is Maka Albarn, I am- I was Souls meister. And friend."

"Its a pleasure." He gave me a gentle smile.

I looked up at him with tears forming in my eyes.

"I-I'm so sorry about Soul."

"Ms. Albarn these things happen, there is no need for you to apologize."

"No! Soul is dead because of me." I argued.

Wes began to chuckle.

"Aren't you sad that your brother is dead?"

"Yes, I am. But I knew my brother was a good man but I never knew my own brother would be so loyal to his partner that he would give his own life to protect you. I'm proud of him, he was a good brother, friend, and partner. And I will miss him"

"H-he was..."

"Please. May I assist you home?" Wes gestured to his car.

"S-sure, thank you." I looked over my shoulder once more to see Souls gravestone surrounded by hundreds of beautiful flowers from all of our friends. And my white rose leaning alone against his gravestone.

"I love you.." whispered low enough to where Wes couldn't hear me.

I faced Wes and we made or way to the car. On our way home we talked about Soul.

"So.. Soul never mentioned he had an older brother?"

"N-no he actually didn't talk about his family a lot. I never knew he had siblings."

Wes smiled a little.

"Well a side from that, when me and Soul did talk, he liked to talk about you."

"Me?" I asked.

"Yes, he always talked about you. I never thought my brother would be the one to be so fascinated by a young woman. Never knew he would fall in love."

My face turned red. "In love?"

Wes turned away from looking at the road to nod and then he smirked. He smirked the same way Soul did.

"Soul always spoke about how funny your personality was, how you're smart, brave, beautiful."

"Beautiful? Thats funny..." I looked down in my lap. "He always called me.. flat chested." I mumbled that last part.

Wes laughed. "I think that Soul just tried to be cool around you becase he liked you so much. He always tried to keep that cool, laid back attitude. I used to be like that but as I got older I just let go of trying to be 'cool' "

Wes smiled. "But Soul never did, he was better at being cool than I was." he shook his head.

"Soul always told me about how because of you, he got his life together he said when he moved to Death City he was lost and didn't think he would make it on his own, he doubted himself but because of you, he made it. He got stronger and better 'She keeps me in line.' is what Soul would tell me."

Hearing these things about Soul made me feel better about losing him.

Later we arrived to mine and Souls home. The rain has stopped by then.

"Ms. Albarn.. I'm glad I was able to meet one of Soul's friends."

"Same here and you can call me Maka... It was also nice o hear all these things about Soul, it was nice to meet some of his family..."

I opened the car door and stepped out of it.

"And Ms. Albarn."

"Yes?"

"Remember, Soul isn't gone.. he's still here with us."

"Thank you." I smiled and a single tear ran down my cheek.

"I'll keep in touch." He said. I nodded before closing the door and walking inside.

"Welcome home Maka!" Blair said, she wore a bright smile on her face, she knew Soul was dead but she tried not to let it phase her.

"Thank you Blair." I smiled slightly at her but soon I frowned..

"Mak-"

I interrupted her. "Blair Soul is dead now.. and you always stuck around so you could try to seduce him.. so since he's gone why are you still here?"

Blair smiled. "Well thats true, at first I did only stick around for Soul." Blair grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around you.

"But you and Soul became my friends..and Maka now that Soul is gone.. if I left then you would be living alone here, and I can't have that! You're my friend."

A couple of tears formed in Blair's eyes. Blair hugged me.

"Thanks Blair.. I'm sorry."

"It's ok Maka.."

We released each other.

"Now! Why don't you take a shower? And then get some sleep."

"That's a good idea..."

After my shower I got dressed and walked into Souls room. It's still the same as it was the day we left to fight Asura. I turned on the lamp in his room.. I walked to Sould closet and grabbed his long sleeved blue shirt he liked to wear out. I sat down on his bed and stared at his shirt in my hand..

"Soul.. I don't know what to do anymore.."

Tears started falling. I began crying into his shirt when I noticed it smelled just like him.. I slipped on Soul's shirt over my shirt and tucked myself into his bed. I clutched onto Soul's pillow and cried myself to sleep.

SOULS POV?

"Its quiet... too quiet. Where am I? Why can't I feel anything... Why is it so dark? Why am I so numb? ... I feel as if I should be dead. But I'm not dead.. am I? No.. wait I can't be dead because I hear it... my heart beat."

My eyes shot open as I inhaled quickly. My eyes stayed wide and my breathing increased, my heart began to beat faster.

"Where am I?!"

I felt around me to see where I was.

"Am I in a box?!"

I began beating on the box and yelling.

"W-was I buried alive?! What the hell happened?! MAKA?!"

I hit the box one more time. "Wait.."

I held out my hand and transformed it into a blade point up I pierced through the box. A hand full of dirt fell into the box with me.

"I was buried alive... Who the fuck would do this?!"

I heard a loud rumble. Thunder.

"It must be raining... if so, then this should be easy."

I thrashed the my arm/blade around cutting up the box allowing dirt and water to fall in on me. Eventually the tp of the box fell apart and collapsed on top of me along with a ton of dirt.. or at least that's what it felt like.

Because of the rain it was easy to dig through the mud, I eventually reached above ground. I inhaled a deep breath of air when my upper body was out of the mud i laid there for a minute.

It was pitch black not even the moon was shining, I had no idea where I was. It was cold and it was raining so hard I could barley hear anything. After I collected myself I pulled the rest of my body out of the ground.

"Finally.. I didn't think I was gonna get out of that one..."

I found myself leaning against a smooth rock. I put my hand on it trying to feel what it was.

"Is this?"

A flash of lightning and I saw it. I saw what it was, what was written on it. I jumped backwards and landed on my rear and began to back away from it.

"Did that really say..."

I looked at my hands and began feeling them.

"I feel alive I can't be.."

I felt my chest.. I could feel the beating of my heart.

I ran my fingers through my soaked and wet hair.

"This doesn't make any sense!"

I attempted to stand but fell back down.

"I feel so weak.. what happened to me.."

"Could I be a zombie like Sid?!"

I sat up quickly.

"No.. I wouldn't have a heart beat."

I used a gravestone that was next to me to help myself stand. Once I could stand on my own I began to walk towards town to talk to Lord death.

After around 15 minutes I found myself wandering through town, the storm still raging on.

"I need to find a mirror.."

I came across a store window.

"Maka used windows every now and then.. this should work."

I wrote the numbers and spoke.

"42-42-564 whenever you wanna knock on Deaths Door."

I waited and waited... and waited. But there was no answer.

"Am I in hell or some shit?! This can't be real..It's gotta be a dream."

I looked at my reflection in the window. I was wearing a black suit, but I was covered in mud and I was soaked in water.

"Home... I need to see Maka."

I stumbled all the way home. I began to feel cold and the hair on the back of my neck began to rise.

"This is too weird..."

I made it to our apartment door. I began to reach for the door knob but I was all of a sudden attacked by 2 men.

"HEY! What the hell?!"

One of the men grabbed me by the shirt and pinned me up against the wall and covered my mouth with his hand. Thats when I saw who it was.

"SPIRIT?!" I yelled but it was muffled.

Behind spirit was Stein holding a finger up to his lips signaling me to stay quiet.

I nodded and Spirit released me.

"You have to come with us Soul." Stein said in a serious voice.

"I have to see Maka first." I shoved Spirit aside with my hand but I froze when the door to our apartment was opening.

"Mak-" I pulled away behind the corner of the hallway by Stein.

"Hey! Why did you-" Spirit put his hand over my mouth again.

"Soul Maka is in danger we cannot let her know you are alive."

My eyes widened.

"Alive?!" I whispered.

Spirit let go of me. "Yes we will explain everything to you when we get to Lord Deaths.

"I tried to call Lord Death and he didn't answer."

"Just come with us." Stein insisted.

I nodded slowly. I peeked my head around the corner to see Maka standing outside our apartment looking around confused. She looked different. I could tell her hair has gotten much longer, it was now reaching her hips. And I could swear on my life that she was no longer flat chested. She actually had boobs. Guess I can't call her tiny-tits...

A huge grin appeared on my face. Then Maka turned around and went back inside.

I blinked a few times until I turned around.

"H-hey guys.. what year is it?"

Stein and Spirit gave each other worried looks.

"Its 2017"

Okay so its kind of confusing. Soul was dead for 3 years! And he was 17 when he died and Maka was 16 so now she is 19 and Soul is 20. But yeah this story is fun to write so, I would like to continue it. Please review! And give me ideas! And I know this chapter was sucky compared to the 1st but the 3rd will be worth it!