Alright, does everyone have their final guesses about exactly what Maka is? You already know she is a scythe, but how can she use magic? Well, you're about to find out how Maka became...well, Maka. Oh how the plot thickens...

I don't own Soul Eater or the picture that inspired this fiction.

And if you want to see a cool picture with Soul as the meister and Maka as the scythe that I found long before I started this, I can direct you to a youtube video I made using it. Both that picture and my current avatar are the inspirations, although my avatar did more of the work.

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Lost Voice: The Angel in the Ocean

Chapter 4: Found Past

"Maka!" gasped Death the Kid loudly as he opened the door to Soul and his mute friend.

Maka looked at the son of the Grim Reaper himself blankly. Who the hell was this guy? She didn't recall this gold eyed teen with short black hair that had white stripes on one side. He clapped a hand over his mouth as Maka looked at him with that deadpan expression and Soul looked at him with awe.

"You know her?" Soul asked.

"Soul...uh...where...why...? What the hell is going on here?" inquired Kid with a stammer.

Maka showed Soul her pad, 'If I know him, I don't recall it.'

"First of all, I have no idea. And two, Maka says she doesn't know you," Soul stated.

Kid led Maka and Soul to his white couch in the very grand and symmetrical living room.

"She never did meet me, so she shouldn't know me. However, my father is the reason Maka and her parents are in existence and that's why I know them. Lord Death had Maka's parents created to combat these monsters, called kishin. Genetically engineered human weapons...but Maka was the most successful..."

"You've got to be kidding me...and I found her in the ocean, so why was she there?" Soul wondered aloud.

Kid tilted his head while Maka wrote again.

"Eh? I don't know anything about her being put in the ocean...I do know a lot about her though," Kid responded.

Maka showed her pad, 'Name my parents; prove you know me.'

Kid smiled, "Spirit and Kami Albarn."

Maka gave an inarticulate gasp and recoiled as Soul examined her face closely.

"I'm going to guess that he's right?" Soul asked.

Maka nodded, her green eyes wide as she held a hand over her mouth. Kid developed a very good question to ask Maka, because he knew she had one somewhere.

"Maka, where's your voice? Why aren't you talking?" Kid made his inquiry.

Maka started writing while Soul grew very confused.

"She's mute," Soul stated.

"Huh? She is? How did that happen Maka? You had a perfect voice," Kid wondered.

Her hand flew across paper as Soul stared at Kid intently, silently asking for more.

"What I know from my father is that Kami and Spirit were both human weapons engineered to fight kishins, these huge monsters. Those two made Maka, who has now made them obsolete. You see, Maka is actually much stronger than them and a lab accident made her even more different."

Kid took a breath as he recollected the lab accident he had witnessed for himself firsthand.

"At the same time Maka was being tested, there was an experiment being performed with the heart and blood of a very good witch. In fact, the witch was a very benevolent and congenial woman who always used her magic for good things, such as healing. The lab was trying to find a way to revive her since the poor woman had just been murdered by a witch hunter. I was there, in the next room as my Dad oversaw the proceedings; it happened so fast only to create the weapon sitting at your side. Maka tripped over a mispositioned wire and landed in the machine being built for the witch project. This bumbling scientist fluked and turned the machine on, combining the blood of that benevolent witch with Maka."

Soul gasped and Maka nodded softly, finally recalling that day for herself.

"The witch's heart became a crystal and Maka went dormant. The lab got her out of the dormant state that same day as they learned how the crystal heart worked. So now, Maka is a magic-infused human weapon whose life is both the heart in her chest and the crystal heart created the day of an amazing lab accident that created something very special."

Soul pulled the crystal heart from his pocket and Kid got very excited.

"Yes! That's Maka's crystal heart; a beautifully symmetrical piece of art and ultimate beauty!"

"I wish you would shut up about symmetry," groaned Soul.

"Anyway, her crystal heart connects to her real heart and whoever has her crystal heart can stop it, causing Maka to fall dormant. It's easily restarted by resting her crystal heart on this little heart shaped mark on her chest."

Soul nodded, the puzzle finally coming together slightly. Maka's heart had been stopped and Soul had unwittingly revived her. So now he had control of her crystal heart...Maka chose this moment to show her paper.

'My voice was taken during my last battle, by a kishin named Asura. Asura escaped and...I don't know why...but my father stopped my heart afterwards. Now I've awakened to Soul...who now possesses my crystal heart...'

"Well, since he has it, I'll tell him how to use it. To stop Maka's heart, you hold the crystal heart and say 'Stop functioning Maka, rest your beating heart.' You already know how to revive her, so the only other thing you could do is play a mind control game with her. If you're holding the heart and you say 'Listen up Maka, do as I say,' Maka ends up being a puppet to whatever you command. I've never appreciated the command because it seems so wrong."

"It is wrong!" cried Soul, "Maka needs to be able to control her own life, that's any human's right!"

Soul was completely appalled at the fact just revealed to him. Maka's eyes widened, becoming saucers in her confoundment. Soul lifted Maka's hand and placed the crystal heart in it.

"Tomorrow, I'll go through my crap and find this little pouch I have that goes around a person's neck. You can put the heart in there so that you'll be carrying your own heart."

"Soul, you do realize that if Maka stops herself, she can't revive herself. And what if she wants to put her life in someone else's hands?" Kid asked.

"She has that choice," Soul affirmed, "-that's my point. Maka has the right to make her own choices and control her own heart. Many people sound like they've taken that from her, but I'm sure as hell not going to be one of those people."

Soul sat in between Kid and Maka as he looked sincere about every word he was saying. Maka's vacant eyes filled with tears and she wiped at them, but she ended up bursting into a taciturn howling wail as tears poured from her eyes heavily. Kid punched Soul's arm since Soul was facing him and quickly pointed at Maka. Soul turned to see her crying in unheard emotions, another sight that broke his heart...damn, that was approximately twice in one day.

"Maka! Maka, what's wrong?"

Kid passed the paper, very concerned and so very...proud...to see Soul so perturbed for once. It proved that his friend did have something of a heart despite how terrible his parents were. Maka wrote, her tears falling everywhere. She passed the paper to Soul and balled up as he put an arm around her gently.

'You're being so cordial to me, but I've done absolutely nothing right! I don't deserve such kindness when all I have done for you is put you in harm's way and get you thrown out of your house! You even got injured helping me; I've done nothing right. My heart should have stayed stopped because I'm a danger for others!'

"Maka, you idiot! That isn't true at all!" Soul cried, pulling her into his chest as she silently wailed.

Kid looked at Soul blankly and Soul explained about the battle he and Maka had been in earlier.

"Maka, we both knew Soul was walking on thin ice with his family and that he'd be thrown out any day. I bet you didn't cause a single bit of it," Kid stated.

Soul turned Maka inward, letting her front side face him as she cried on him

"It wasn't you at all. It was building stupidity," Soul surmised.

His heart broke again when Maka's sobs didn't cease. He held her tighter, softly petting her silken hair.

"Kid, pass the tissues."

Kid passed the tissue box and stood up from the couch.

"I just don't understand why Spirit stopped her heart. I'm definitely doing some investigating tomorrow."

Maka's sobs continued uncontrollably as her heart pulsed heavily. Soul tried to keep her supported as he shifted on the couch, laying himself into a lounging position with Maka resting on top of him. Her sobs began to quiet and she reached up to grasp his shirt. Soul rubbed circles into her back and felt her tensions slip. Soul found a smile on his face as Maka finally heaved a silent sigh and fell asleep on top of him with her lower half shifted off of him more. Suddenly, a girl with a long black ponytail and indigo eyes wearing a fit maid uniform bounced down the stairs and Kid looked at her quickly.

"Tsubaki, did you get my cousin to calm down?" asked Kid.

"Well...he sort of did that on his own..."

Soul wondered why this maid of Kid's was about their age. Then again, Kid had two other maids about his age; Liz and Patty. The better question Soul thought of was why this maid seemed to be specifically ordered to attend to this cousin of Kid's. Kid raised an eyebrow at the maid.

"Eh? How so?"

"Well, he knocked down a vase and it struck him in the head..."

"Is it okay!" wailed Kid.

"Yes, he's-"

"Not him, the vase!"

"Oh yes, I caught it, just not before he was knocked out..."

"Who's she?" Soul asked.

"This is Tsubaki. She's a maid about our ages that I had to hire to take care of my moronic cousin...whom is also about our ages..."

Soul raised an eyebrow, "So why does he need babysitting?"

"I am the amazing Black Star! Where is my follower?"

"Oh no," moaned Kid.

"Over here Black Star!" Tsubaki called sweetly.

A blue haired, blue eyed, short tan skinned kid flung himself over the second floor fencing, landing upon his feet in the living room. Soul was taken aback.

"What the hell? That's like fifteen feet!" exclaimed Soul.

Tsubaki gave Black Star a high five and stood silently as he laughed maniacally.

"Kill me, kill me now," groaned Kid.

"It's your own fault," grunted Soul, who continued petting Maka's hair softly.

Black Star paraded off and Tsubaki hasted to follow him. Using a tissue, Soul was careful as he wiped some remaining tears from Maka's eyes.

"So Maka has a voice?" Soul asked.

"Yeah, a lovely and perfectly keyed voice. There's actually a vocal recording of her singing in her computer files. I can play it for you tomorrow if you'd like me to. But right now, you should sleep, so I'll have Liz and Patty bring two blankets and a pillow. Sleep well."

Kid walked off and his sister maids appeared later with a blue blanket, a pink blanket, and a pillow. Soul accepted all three and wrapped Maka in the pink blanket. He tucked the pillow behind him and his chest became Maka's pillow. Holding her carefully, Soul pulled the blue blanket over them both and slipped into his slumber.