Star: Oh la la!

The madness slowly taking over on her pure Grigori soul or would it stop by the Son of Death himself?

A bit ironic, isn't it?

Maka Albarn

Good thing Kid is here but I'm still terrified.

I feel like I'm drowning in suffocating black water. I could see gleaming red eyes in my dreams and the constant threat saying "I'll be back." I thought that if you have a Grigori soul, you are like madness proof but I was wrong. It really terrified me but I will hold on. I will hold on to sanity. To Kid. That would be my goal, to not let go of my sanity. I needed to be strong for my friends and family. I won't let them down.

I slowly open eyes from my reverie. It was interrupted by three knocks on the door, to be exact.

Now that I think of it, I'm quite giddy when someone is knocking because I don't receive any visitors. My father is always at the ChupaCabra's, wasting his money on beer and women. Maybe Tsubaki and Black Star don't know about my state because they often take long missions far from Death City. Maybe Patty doesn't visit because she would wail at the sight of her sister and would disturb the other patients. Maybe Crona can't go because she wasn't allowed to go outside of her room since I'm can't tame her in this state. Maybe—

I was snapped back into reality as Kid was waving his ivory hand in front of my face. I realized that I'm becoming more lost in thought than stay in what's real. I looked at Kid and he smiled. A radiant, symmetrical smile, to be exact. "Good morning Maka!" he chirped. "Good morning Kid." I responded.

He was wearing his Spartoi uniform and I have to admit, he looked dashing on it. Kid placed fresh flowers on an empty vase near my bed. No one had ever done that to me because no one even bother to visit me. "Wait, I'm going to Liz." He said and stood up. I looked at his retreating figure as he transferred himself to another seat, beside Liz's bed. He looked forlorn as he changed the wilting ones into fresh flowers. I don't know what happened but I feel Liz's soul quiver and from the look of Kid's face, he felt it too. I see that Kid's face lit up. He thought that Liz would wake up today. I hope so, she is my friend too.

I don't know but it makes me jealous because Kid cared more for Liz than for me. Did I just think of that?! I shook my head violently as I noticed that tears started to pour down without my permission. Luckily, Kid was too focused on his partner and friend and maybe even more, lover.

Death the Kid

I can't believe it! I saw Liz's soul quiver! There might be a chance for her to wake up. After all, Dr. Stein said that she might wake up now or tomorrow. I don't want false assumptions but I can't help it. My hope suddenly overdrives and it makes me giddy all of a sudden.

Then everything in the world stood still. I gasped and tears of relief started to pour from my eyes. Liz groaned and started to open her dark blue eyes. Being the son of the Shinigami, I composed myself. This isn't the time to act rudely when someone is waking up and starting to compose herself. I waited for Liz to sit up. "K—id. Is that you?" Liz asked hoarsely. "Yes, it's me." I answered softly.

"What happened?" she asked and realization suddenly hit her. She jolted up, ignoring the pain inside her body and shouted, "Where is the witch?!" Panic started to etch in her contorted face. "Shh, calm down. Compose yourself first. And that hair is very asymmetrical!" I shouted. My OCD butted in, in this situation. Liz playfully rolled her eyes and comb her hair using her long, delicate, still nail polished fingers.

I was throwing a fit. Constantly shouting "Garbage! Kill me now! Trash!" "Kid, calm down. You're perfect. My hair is fine. Will you please sit down and tell me what happen?" Liz said in a firm and reassuring voice. I don't know what happen but I somehow stood up from my chair. I regained my composure and sat down. I can't help but notice that Maka was controlling her laughter. I symmetrically rolled my eyes and concentrated on Liz's "pleading for information" face.

"A week has past." I started, "Dr. Stein and Spirit defeated the witch. Since you protected me, Honorable Father decided to give you the witch soul when we collected all 99 kishin souls." I saw that Liz's dark blue eyes started to sparkle like stars in the night sky. Soon, she got out of bed and jump and down, shouting "Yes! Yes! Yes!" over and over again and had stopped suddenly.

"Oh." She mumbled and went back to bed. "I can't believe it." The elder Thompson sister groaned. "What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "We only got 32 souls. That is a long way to go." She said. Her happiness disappeared quickly, the same as her glumness appeared. I patted her back like she did when I have a fit. "That's alright! We can do this." I said, adding a little optimism and pride in those words I utter.

Maka Albarn

Oh. That word I always say when I'm surprised, when I'm wrong or when I'm speechless. I hope to feel that happiness sometimes. We would rejoice on some victory but Soul said some things that are not easily forgotten and erased from my heart and mind. I cringed at the sudden memory. That memory is still fresh like it only happened yesterday.

Now that I mentioned it, it all happened 5 days ago after the fight with the kishin. I sighed heavily as if to let the memory out from my mouth. Liz did not acknowledge my presence and blabbered on and on with Kid. She sure got her energy back. I quietly slid back my curtain and lay down on my bed.

My infirmary bed was near the window and I would sometimes ponder with my thoughts or simply stare at the wide open sky, imagining myself as a bird and fly freely and travel around the globe. But some dreams are not meant to come true.

They are just wishful thinking.

Dear reader, whether anonymous or not,

Oh, I made Maka think negative.

Guys, I don't think I have the time to update for this week because I'm busy with schoolwork but I'll try.

Read and review fellas!

Yours truly, Star.