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Maka sat up groggily, rubbing the tiredness from her eyes. She gazed about at her surroundings, she was still in this dark cave. Alive. Her eyes tilted downward, toward the ground, as green met crimson.

There he was, staring at her, the same albino beast that had protected her last night.

She gasped in shock, not taking her eyes off his. He let out a small whimper before he plummeted to the ground borrowing his head between his paws and glancing up at her.

"I'm going to get some shut-eye now," He mumbled closing his blood red eyes, "But I don't want you leaving my side, got it?"

She offered a small nod before adding, "Why?"

He let out a small sigh, contemplating something in his head. One eye cracked open, meeting hers again, "Because . . . I don't trust them."

"Why?" She repeated.

He groaned, shutting his eyes again, "Look, if you don't want to be killed, I suggest you stay here until I wake, okay?"

She hesitantly nodded.

"If you see any sign of trouble, any at all, wake me, is that clear, human?"

She scowled, narrowing her eyes before nodding yet again. "Wait, can I ask you something?"

He perked his ear up, signaling he was listening.

"What's your name?"

"Soul." he said quickly, as Maka soon heard silent snores escaping from him.

She would let him sleep now, for it seemed he needed it quiet a bit. As the snoring continued, Maka finally had a chance to officially take in her surroundings.

The walls were a mud brown, damp from water that had most likely been the result of some underground leak. In certain spots, she could catch a shimmer off them, indicating that miners could easily make a living in here, had it not been for the wolves.

The floors were dry, unlike the walls, and coated in a maroon pigment. It was flat and smooth, like marble, but more supple and smooth.

A red torch hung on the wall, and flames danced within it, bringing orange light to the cave. A few average size boulders sat in various places, bringing the whole cave together. It was positively radiant. So beautiful in fact that-

Wait.

What's going on?

Light started emitting from Soul's body, gradually growing until it completely blinded Maka, causing her to put both hands over her eyes.

As the luminescence slowly died down, she had to blink her lashes a few times to make sure she was capturing the image before her correctly.

A young man stood in place of the albino beast, but he was sleeping ever so peacefully. Shocking white hair flew over his well-developed, muscular, silhouette, framing it perfectly. He was shirtless, flaunting his abs and brute shoulders, while a pair of ripped navy blue shorts rose just above his knees.

A beige tint covered every ounce of his smooth skin, and as he opened and closed his mouth to his silent snores, razor-sharp teeth lined the inside of his mouth.

Stirring softly in his slumber, one eye lazily opened and then shut, revealing scarlet, beautiful eyes. Oh, she got it now.

He was the wolf.

She began to feel faint, her head throbbing suddenly. So, this meant he was a werewolf, but it wasn't a full-moon last night . . .

This didn't make any sense . . . She didn't understand! He cant just be a wolf whenever he wants, right? Right?

Her troubled thoughts were intruded by a pair of footsteps, treading the soft dirt. She looked up, unsure of what she was about to see.

A woman, with long, dazzling, chestnut hair pulled back into a simple ponytail, approached her, her indigo eyes boring into Maka's. Maka knew exactly who she was.

"Lemme guess," Maka spoke, a dab of lunacy etched in her words, "You're a wolf too, huh?"

"Tsubaki." The brunette replied. Maka stared at her, dumbfounded. "My name." She cleared up.

Maka laughed a crazed shriek, "Are you a wolf or not, Tsubaki?"

Worrisome eyes gazed at deranged ones, neither even batting an eyelash. "Yes," she answered calmly, "are you afraid?"

Maka had to think about that one. Was she afraid? Did she want to scramble out of the small chamber, screaming for someone to help her? Did she want to stab the female in front of her, waiting for her to die then make her getaway? Did she even want to leave? No. No, she wasn't afraid, but awfully confused.

"No, I am not."

Tsubaki's face lit up in outrage, "Why? Why aren't you afraid? Did you not know what we wanted to do with you last night? Are you stupid? Or do you really want us to end your life?"

A strong arm grabbed Tsubaki's, as the brunette looked up in surprise. Soul.

"That's enough Tsubaki, this is unlike you. It is none of our business whether or not she wants to be killed, 'cause we will not be the ones doing it, got it?" His eyebrows furrowed at his last words.

Tears welled up in Tsubaki's eyes, as she snatched her arm from Soul's hand, "Humans don't belong to here." She spat before leaving.

Soul shook his snowy locks, "I'm sorry, she's not usually like this." He turned, facing her. "I suppose it's time to meet the others, but stay close to me. Like I said," he held his hand out to her, "I don't trust them."

She took it, trustingly, he wouldn't lead her to her doom, this she knew. If he wanted her dead, she'd be lying in a pool of her own blood by now.

He grinned showing off his wolf-teeth, as he gently drove her down a dirt pathway that led even deeper into the grotto.

The path soon opened up, pouring into a small, circular, room. She saw five stone benches, all that seemed to center around a petite fireplace. She looked on top of the benches, as she saw five people sitting and staring at her. One of them including Tsubaki. She glanced at Soul, who was giving each of them their own personal cold glares.

One of them stood, and slowly began to make his way over to the two. Soul jerked Maka behind him, and let out a terrifying snarl, causing the boy to stop in his tracks.

"Relax Soul-kun, I will not harm the girl," he paused, looking Maka over, "Especially not when she's so symmetrical."

The boy with tree white stripes etched on the left side of his hair, stuck his hand out in a most formal way. He wore what seemed like a business suit with a metallic skull under his collar bone, strange . . . "My designation is Death The Kid, but call me Kid for short, yours?"

She snuck another glance at Soul, and watched as he gave Kid's hand the evil-eye. She cautiously reached her hand out and Kid clutched it gratefully, then carefully bringing it to his lips, planting a kiss on it.

She pulled her hand away, laying it easily at her side.

"Your name, Dear?" Kid asked, one eyebrow raised.

"Oh, sorry," A tint of red, rose to her cheeks in embarrassment, "I-Its M-Maka."

She just remembered that she hadn't told Soul her name either, until now. She was puzzled why he didn't ask for it.

Maka watched as two girls rose from their seats, and made their path to her, one skipping in the process.

"Nyaaa~! Maka! That's a really pretty name!" One of the girls, with short blonde hair, and big dark blue eyes, stared playfully at Maka, before pulling her into a friendly hug.

"Back off Patty." Soul growled, between clenched teeth.

"Patty," The other girl said annoying at the hyper young lady, "Get off the poor girl, sheesh."

The girl, called Patty as she presumed, stepped sheepishly away from Maka, muttering an apology.

"I'm sorry," The girl with long, straight, caramel hair, walked up to Maka, "She's always like this, you'll just have to over look her." She held her hand out, "My names Liz."

Maka took it willingly, giving a polite smile to her. It was then that she noticed that the girls looked very similar, if was obvious they were sisters but they were wearing the same outfits as well.

Tight, sleeveless shirts were adorned on both girls torsos, painted a maroon red. The shirt was a turtleneck as well, starting from the beginning off their necks and stopping right above their belly-buttons, a white tie running down the center of the shirt. The only difference between the two was Patty was wearing dark navy blue shorts, while Liz preferred dark blue jeans instead.

"Soul," a voice came from behind Liz. And what a familiar voice it was, Maka instantly recognized it. Black*Star.

"What?" Soul demanded.

The spiky blue haired boy looked Soul directly in the eyes, remorse showing in them.

"I'm sorry." Though his voice sounded childish, it was definitely sincere, causing Soul's expression to soften.

There was a long silence before Soul spoke, "It's alright man, I know you thought she was just a meal."

Hmm, if she wasn't just a meal, then what was she?

A grin spread on Black*Stars face, as he slapped Soul on the back. "Well, speaking of meals, Tsubaki found a couple of rabbits this morning, and just finished cooking it!" He rubbed his hands together, tongue licking his lips, "Let's eat!"

Everyone began to sit back on the benches, as Soul led her to an empty one. She didn't understand. How could they just except her now, when just last night they tried to eat her. Soul handed her a plate of a few strands of rabbit, but she shook her head. He raised a questioning brow, but didn't argue, just chugged her plate with his in one bite.

The whole time everyone ate Tsubaki didn't even look at her, much less talk to her. Why did she hate her so much? Her thoughts were interrupted when everyone got up and started exiting the small room. Soul took her hand again, and led her back to the room she had woken up in.

He pulled her sleeping bag beside his small bed of wool, and patted it. "I'm going back to sleep, you should too."

She nodded, even though she had only been awake about an hour or so, she was exhausted. She climbed into her purple bag and got ready for a great slumber.

*Soul Eater*

He watched her climb into the sleeping bag, and slowly closed her forest eyes. He dreamed about her for so long, and now here she is, laying right beside him, sleeping. He knew a lot about her, and yet she knew almost nothing of him. Why had his dreams chose her? He didn't know, perhaps he was never meant to. . .

He shrugged his thoughts aside, as his eyelids drooped, welcoming sleep.

The six of them ran to the waters edge, watching the small wooden boat thud against the shore. It seemed to take forever to reach it, for he didn't know what surprises it held.

They stopped at the rivers edge, and peered into the boat. A girl, blonde hair hanging loosely on her shoulders, was lying inside the dull green boat. Maka, of course. He ran his eyes over her petite body, and stopped at red rose that spread on her chest.

But it was no flower.

Blood.

He felt his knees give in, as gasping and sobbing could be heard all around him.

She was dead.

A/N: Just to clear it up a bit more, that is Soul's dream. :/

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