HEY! People actually like this story! Who know?

SO here is chapter 3

No promises if it is going to be good or not.

Like it or not here it is

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As soon as Asura left the room Maka knew she had to find some way out. She rushed over to the bags of her own clothes that Asura had packed for her. She had to remember to ask him if he saw anything; she hoped he hadn't. She also hopped it was still in one of her skirt pockets. "Please, let it still be here." She prayed quietly. After a little more rummaging through the bags she found it. The little mirror that Liz used to check her make-up during class was still in her position. Liz had handed it to her a week ago, when Black*Star ticked off Patty, and Liz had to go cool down her sister. Maka had intended to give it back the day after she got it, but she was glad that she didn't. She quickly breathed on the little reflective devise in her hands and wrote out the number that every student at the DWMA knew. "42-42-564 if you want to knock on death's door." Maka whispered quietly. She knew she could have written it without the little rhyme but it was a force of habit to do so.

"Hey ya, Hi ya, How you doing?" The cheery voice called on the other side.

"Sir, please, whisper," Maka asked quickly looking around to see if anything heard. Luckily nothing did, and Asura did not appear.

"Oh I'm sorry, Maka. What seems to be the problem?"

"Is something wrong with my baby girl?" The red haired death weapon cried. Thankfully he was given a sharp blow to the head by a large white animated glove, and quieted up quickly.

"I have been kidnapped by the Kishin Asura." Maka whispered. "I am unharmed and safe at the moment, but I don't know where I am. He took me while I was asleep. I also don't know why he wanted to take me." Maka then informed Lord Death of everything that had happened since she woke up in the strange place to now.

"That seems strange for Asura. For the years I knew him, he never tried to get to know anyone, not even his own weapon. Maka, you have to be very careful. I do not know what…" Lord Death started.

"I'm sorry, Sir," Maka interrupted turning her head towards the door. "I think I hear him coming, I have to go." Maka quickly erased the image of reaper and stuffed the mirror back into the bag of clothes. No sooner had she done this, the door open to reveal Asura holding a tray full of food. He walked over to the bed a place the tray of food on it.

"I see you're unpacking. You don't have to worry; I did not look at anything inside the bags." Asura said, returning to his seat on the bed. Maka sighed in relief. "Come on, you don't think I would go through your personal things without your consent. Have a little faith in me."

"I don't even know you. Why would I have faith in you?" Maka said trying to keep her anger down. She then got up and walked over to the bed. "Thank you for the food." She said before sitting down and starting to eat. She had to stay on the Kishin's good side if she wanted to get anywhere.

"You are very welcome." Asura replied with a smile. "Now, if I am not mistaken I believe it was your turn in our little game." Maka had to think carefully and quickly. She had to figure out why he had kidnapped her that was unquestionable. The real problem was when she should ask the question. Should she ask it now, or later? If Maka asked now she would know why and he would kill her sooner, but if she asked later it would give him the opportunity to get some really person information out of her. She decided that it would be better to die then have the Kishin knowing what was going inside her mind.

"Why did you bring me here?" Maka asked. Asura took a few seconds before he answered.

"I just wanted to make you smile." He said childishly looking at his lap. Maka had thousands of questions running through her mind at this statement, but held her tongue. She could barely speak. Lord Death said Asura never wanted to get know anyone, does that make this even stranger? When Asura looked up, she was still staring at him with shock all over her face. Both held the other's eyes, neither knowing exactly what to say or do.

"Your turn," Maka finally said. She wanted to ask what he meant but was afraid to. Then there could be the possibility that it was a lie. Asura took this as a surprise. She had not shown restraint in asking her questions earlier, whether it was her turn of his and now she was. He hoped that this was all because she had gotten comfortable at his house.

"What is your favorite genre of book? I have watched you read a lot, but what is the best type of book that you like to read?" Asura said with a smile. He had always thought that you could tell a lot about someone by the books they read, or didn't. For instance, He himself had read a lot of mystery stories when he was young. He would say that because he liked mystery books, he was a very inquisitive person. He will ask question upon question to get down to the truth of a problem, which in some way was what we was doing now to find a way to make this girl in front of him smile.

"Um, I guess I would have to say I prefer romance stories above all else." Maka said.

"Romance? I find that romantic novels are all the same. The guy and girl meet under unexpected circumstances, the get together but then the girl brakes them up for something the boy caused. Then they both realize that can't live without the other and that is how the book ends." Asura said. "But I do understand why you would like them. Your parents meet in school and were partners in fighting pre-kishins, this being the couple meeting under unexpected circumstances. They get together and have you, but your father is a womanizer so your mother broke of the marriage and left. Now all that is left for your story to have a happy ending is for your mother to realize she needs both of you to survive. You truly have a sad story, Maka." Maka wanted to scream and yell and hit this evil man with the worst *MAKA CHOP* she had ever given. Who was he to talk about her life like that? He asked her a question, she answered and now he was degrading it. She would understand if he had said, 'Well romantic novels are not my favorite but I respect your opinion,' but describing about her life like a failed love story was just too far. "Your turn." Asura said simply, not noticing the anger seething off the young girl's soul wave length.

"WHY ARE YOU SUCH AN ASS HOLE!" Maka yelled. "I AM NOT PLAYING THIS GAME WITH YOU ANYMORE!" Asura looked at her with confusion and sadness, but Maka could feel nothing but anger towards him. He had no right in saying what he said. She didn't care if she had to figure out the real reason why he had kidnapped her and were asking these questions. She didn't care if she had to rip the wooden coverings from the windows with her bare hands. She was going to fight until she was home and safe in Death City.

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SO there is chapter 3.

I know it is short but this seems to work nicely into the time frame.

And for those who have been following all my stories, Bunny's Story will be the next on updated.

Thank you for reading and loving this story, now please review or I will take your soul.