damn, this took me long enough…..lol, sorry bout that. school is…just horrible -_-

well, here it is!

Chapter 2- Secret Desire

"Soul I'm back!" Maka called out, closing the door behind her. She was so excited to curl up on the couch with her new book. Yeah, she'd always kinda been like that.

Soul was stationed in the kitchen, ipod forcefully shoving music through the cramped earphones that rested in his ears. His attention was on that of a history book cracked open, which, in turn, made Maka remember the huge history test tomorrow."Hey," he mumbled, distracted. How he was able to hear past the blasting music, Maka never knew.

Oh, man, I probably should study, too. This test is so important- it's the last test before all of the grades for the second semester are put in, and if you get below a C- on it, you have to repeat your grade. Of course, Maka was fully aware that she did not have the capacity to get such a low grade, and she knew pretty much all of the material front and back, but neglecting her history book for a much more luxurious one seemed too irresponsible. So, with a sigh, she tossed the small bag which held the object she was so looking forward to on her bed after entering her room, and instead, replaced it with the textbook. She quickly changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt before proceeding to the living room and placing her book on the coffee table.

Maka glanced at Soul briefly, noting the blunt aggravation plastered on his face and the exhaustion in his crimson eyes. She was sympathetic for her partner, but knew well that he was in the same position as every other student at Shibusen. "You're not gonna cheat?"

Keeping eye contact with the page he was on, he smirked. "Why, do you want me to?" When his response was an annoyed grunt, he laughed. "I think we both remember how that turned out last time." They both shivered. "If that happens again, I'll get held back. And that is definitely not cool."

She smiled sarcastically. "I never thought I'd see the day when you'd study." She sniffled for dramatic effect. "My little Soul is growing up!"

This time, he did look away from his book, if only to shoot Maka a dangerous glare. She giggled, knowing full well that he wouldn't do anything, and returned to her book.

That was at about, oh, 7-ish. By about 11, her eyes were hell-bent on being shut for at least seven hours. She pushed and pushed onward, but after a while, she found herself rereading sentences to try and get the meaning in her head. Soul had fallen asleep, music still going on for awhile. The faint hum of it in the background actually soothed Maka, tempting her to drift off. Defeated, she stood up and closed the textbook, walking back to her room. On the way, she passed by Soul, drooling through his pointed teeth. Removing his headphones so he wouldn't wake up with a headache, she hastily grabbed a blanket off the couch and threw it over him. Mind you, she was only half conscious when doing so- as if she were sleepwalking. Shutting off the lights, she retreated to her room, determined to get as much sleep as possible.

The next thing she knew, Maka was standing outside of her apartment door. Huh? What….why am I here? The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in her room. She had no recollection of the day whatsoever. That's weird…uhm, well, I guess I better go inside.

She fumbled for her key, and she retrieved it with little difficulty from her bag. Turning the key in the lock, she stumbled into her apartment.

Except….this wasn't her apartment…..

The home Maka had stumbled into was not the tiny little place she had been living in with Soul for four years- since she was about 12. No, no, this place was a huge mansion. An elegant staircase was poised for all to see, the furniture that was barely visible behind it was exquisite black leather against off-white walls. The ceilings were high, an open floor plan revealing just how spacious the house (psh, this was no meek little house) actually was. And this was just at a first glance. Had Maka stepped into the living room, she would have noticed a warm fireplace heating up a dimly litter, cozy room. Had she stepped into the dining room, she would have seen a marvelous chandelier that hung directly above a vast, rosewood table, obviously meant for a large family. And had she stepped into the library, the enormous, massive library, from which sprung up the most comfortably chairs and packed-to-the-brim bookshelves (made, of course, of only the finest wood money could buy), producing the most heavenly aroma of old books and worn out pages…well, she would have exploded. Or something.

While Maka was admiring the gorgeous house, still dazed as to why she was in it, three specks of white flew by her vision. Snapping back to reality, Maka's eyes followed them, depicting three children, laughing as they chased after one another. Two were boys- no older than seven and nine each. Their hair, as mentioned, were a striking white, spiking up naturally. One- the younger- had hazel colored eyes, while theolder, whose eyes were quite large, were a deep, chocolate brown with…..were those specks of red? Yup, no denying it, once Maka observed those yes closer, the red in them became almost vivid. The two were obviously brothers, not only judging by their hair, but by their slim bodies and arrogant smirks- which were directed towards the little girl.

Which made Maka turn her attention to her. Maka's eyes enlarged as she looked at the small child.

Her hair, too, was abnormally white. But her eyes were the exact same jade and emerald mix of green that Maka's were. She was a tiny little thing- only four or five, probably- but had already developed such a breathtaking look. Her physique was as good as you could get for such a young girl, and the way her snowy bangs swept over her luminous eyes added about a trillion points to her cuteness factor. The rest of her hair was let loose to float around her skinny shoulders and down to the ends of her grey-and-white striped dress. Her cheeks were rosy against her heart-shaped face, but a scowl was on it. "Give it back!"

Hmm…I guess they can't see me, Maka thought quickly. The two little boys snickered, and that was when Maka realized that the elder held a hand-sized book, waving it tauntingly in the air. The little girl approached him, jumping up and down uselessly in an attempt to retrieve her precious item. "Whatchya gonna do about it, huh?"

She pouted, tears springing up in her eyes. "Onii-saaan…"

The boys soften at the unbearably adorable and sad expression on her face. The one with the book, though, shook his head, shaking himself out of his stupor. "Oh, no! I see what you're trying to do! Well, it's not gonna work! I'm not-"

"Kyo."

The little boys practically jumped out of their pants as they spun around. Maka's head snapped to the woman now standing a few feet behind the boys. She had long, blonde hair and her yes matched that of the little girl's….and Maka's. Her long legs stretched from her thin body, and her arms were crossed, annoyance and disappointment in those orbs. "What are you doing?"

The older boy swallowed, book now behind his back. "N-Nothing!"

The woman raised a brow, uncrossing her arms to stretch out an arm. "Hand it over."

He looked at her for a bit, scared, before huffing and reluctantly handing over the book. "Sheesh, mom, we were just teasing her." The next part was obviously meant for the girl, as he narrowed his eyes towards her and smirked again. "She's so uncool," he said, the red glint in his eyes intensified.

Maka's mouth sunk to the ground, gasping in air. That…..T-That's…just like…

The woman, now, was the one to smirk. "Soul!" She called across the house. "Come here, I think we need to discipline our kids for a sec."

Maka was trembling, quite literally, and would have dropped to the floor in shock had she not been frozen in place when she saw a familiar albino walk in the room, bored yet questioning look on his face. "Oh?"

Soul?

The mother walked over to him, saying, "Your son sounded just like you for a minute there. He actually said that Miki was 'uncool' while he stole her book."

The older Soul chuckled, getting the personal joke. "Ah, I see." He walked over the the two boys, who didn't seem as afraid of their father as of their mother. He leaned down towards them. "Which one of you was it, now? Shoji?"

At this, the younger son shook his head, angry. "NUH UHH! It way Kyo, honest!"

The older son shot him a look as Soul advanced on him. Kyo's eyes grew wide. "N-No it wasn't!" But when Soul didn't budge, he sighed. "Uhm, well, maybe a little…"

Soul chuckled, ruffling Kyo's hair. "I don't know, Maka, he's a terrible liar."

This confirmed it- Maka was having crazy hallucinations in which she was….married (*shiver*)…to Soul. As the family burst out laughing, a true t.v. moment, a little voice that didn't belong to anyone visible came to Maka.

Interesting. So this is your desire?

For about the third time, Maka gasped, startled. "What?" She knew that voice…

The voice laughed through closed lips, a triumphant tone thick in it. You desire a family. A whole, unbroken family with the person you love.

"LOVE?"

LOVE?

Maka could hear the smirk in the voice. I must say, Miss Maka, I knew your desires would be different, but I am pleased. Normally, people want money, or power, or sex, or love, or all that crap. But you- you want something that's…touching. Not only to be with someone you love, but to have an essential thing you never felt you had, only for your children.

A challenge, hmm? Well, I accept. The voice gave off an airy laugh as the scene before Maka faded into black.

"Wait, WHAT? First, who the hell are you?"

I am known as very different names, and I take many forms.

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, thanks, that helped a lot. Anyways, what's going on here?"

You called to me. You see, you've had a strong desire built up in your heart. So strong that it eventually snuck into your very soul. It cannot be seen by viewing one's soul wavelength, though- rather, it is something perceived by people like myself. So that strong desire is what brought me to you. Now, I cannot leave until your desire has been fulfilled. Or, at the very least, been assured.

Maka was trying to take all of this in. "So, what you're saying is, your going to use magic to fulfill my desires?" That seemed unusual.

Not exactly.

Maka waited. "…..HOW NOT?" she asked, demanding answers.

She felt the presence frown. Looks like I don't have time to answer that. But, I'll tell you what. In a little while, all of your questions will be answered.

Not yet satisfied, Maka persisted, "Wait, I'm not finished! I still-"

Sorry. Can't now, or you'll be late.

Late?

Now, WAKE UP~!

Hahaaa that was weird. Ugh, I'm sorry, this was the best I could do for now. Thanks a million for all the subscribers and comments! COMMENT!