A/N: Right after the celebration of New Year, I got a serious case of writing disease. I just couldn't stop !! I just really wanted to update today. I was hesitating, because I wanted to see how much reviews I could get without updating, but I needed you guys to see the new chapter ! I want to thank ambrie-chan for reviewing every chapter until now, I'm really happy with everyone's support !

Anonymous reviewer Kim: I hope you are satisfied now, this chapter in Soul's POV proves that he DOES want to return to Maka. Enjoy reading ( if you still read it )

ENJOY :D

Soul´s POV

Maka. She was there, she was truly there. All the small details that had been carved into my memory were present. All of the world seemed to disappear around him. He was back, he had made it back. They'd finally be happy again ! He lifted his abused arms, to pull her into a loving hug, but instead of a warm hug, he felt a fist hit his face. And again, and again and again. It didn't hurt. Not at all. It barely felt like someone brushed a cushion against his cheek. But the fact that Maka was trying to harm him hurt more than any torture he had received in the past 5 years.

He didn't try to stop her from attacking him. He couldn't understand. He loved Maka, and Maka loved him too didn't she ? Maka... You don't love me ?.... Maka… hates me ? No. That can't be right ! We were supposed to be happy now ! No no no no no …..Maka… He tried his best to find an explanation, why would Maka hate him like this ? How could he make up to her ? Surely, they could work this out.

The punches to his face suddenly stopped, and Maka sunk to the floor. Wait… I get it ! She was just worried sick! She still loves me ! He wanted to comfort her, and he moved to wrap his multiple arms around her, but then she spoke. "How could you leave me Soul….? How could you ?!..... I-…. I h-hate you !!" She hiccupped and put her hand for her mouth in an attempt to hide her sobs.

It felt like someone had just ripped him to small shreds. It felt so bad. He had endured so much pain, all for her sake, and she hated him. There was nothing left! What had he lived for all those years ! He'd been fooling himself. Thinking that she loved him, thinking that she would miss him, care for him. She hated him. He had been nothing but a burden to her. No. No no no !! Maka ! You are wrong ! He tried to explain, tried to call her name, but all that he could produce was a loud screech. His frustration, pain and sadness blurred together in a fit of rage, and he swung his arms around.

The sounds of breaking furniture and horrid screams did not relief him. On the contrary, they enraged him, he wanted absolute silence and rest. He did not resist too much when a binding spell was cast upon him. He finally understood the situation. Maka hated him, he had betrayed Boss, he was in the headquarters of the enemy and he was a demon God. He had no reason to live, and Shibusen had no reason to LET him live.

As he expected he felt a blade positioned at his neck and he waited for death. He felt no emotion whatsoever when the blade disappeared. He assumed they wanted to experiment on him or something. He would be a pretty interesting lesson, Stein would probably love to dissect him. He didn't pay attention to anything. The only thing that came to his mind as they dragged him away in his restraints was that he had stopped grinning for the first time in about 4 years.

He was locked up, and he could hear other spells being muttered and he could feel new restraints around him. It didn't take long before he was unable to move an inch. Not lik he wanted to. All he wanted right now was to fall asleep and never wake up. Never. It was as if he was back in the laboratory when they had experimented on his eyes and his body. After the first shock, time seemed to disappear, leaving you in the darkness for what seems like an eternity, driving you crazy.

It was a déjà vu. Again, he was locked up, without a way out. Kept in the dark, without knowing what would happen or what they wanted from him. Again….without Maka. When the door opened with a horrible sound of metal scratching against metal, his grin had found a way back on his face. He hated himself for smiling. It made him sick. He had been smiling during the feedings at the lab of his "boss", and he'd even laughed during the last experiments.

Soul's thoughts were interrupted by a quiet but strong voice. "Soul Eater Evans." He recognized the voice. How many times had he reported to the man that voice belonged to ? It amazed him how different Shinigami could sound without his usual silly tone. He didn't pay attention to what the Death God was saying. It wasn't going to make a difference anyway.

Apparently Shinigami noticed this, as he abruptly stopped talking and turned around to leave the cell. Or maybe he was just done talking. Soul didn't care at all. He had no future. They would either torture him, kill him or experiment on him. He figured they'd all happen. He just wished the execution part would come soon.

When the door opened again, Soul was back to who he had been for the past 5 years. An insane grinning monster.

Maka's POV

Someone was knocking on the door. Again. Every hour, at least five people would try to talk her out of her room. It had been a week since Soul's imprisonment, and people were worried about her. They had reason to. She had barely eaten that week, and Soul's strong wavelength was driving her insane. The pressure of his wavelength had been slowly increasing over time, pushing the less experienced meisters and weapons into insanity.

Shibusen was almost empty. Shinigami had ordered everyone to stay away from the insane wavelength that Soul emitted. They hadn't sealed him. Maka was surprised, Soul's wavelength seemed to be stronger than the First Kishin's, but Shinigami had not even tried to seal him.

Her friends told her the latest news every day, in the hope she would take interest and leave her apartment. At first, she plainly ignored them, but the name of her ex-weapon piqued her interest. It was unavoidable. But she still didn't leave her room. She waited silently until the name Soul reached her ears. Today was not an exception. Death the Kid had news-duty today.

"…I don't know if you are listening to a word I'm saying, but I wanted you to know this; Soul has been trying to speak. He only speaks when no one is around though." There was a moment of silence, and Maka briefly wondered if Kid had found an asymmetrical object to fuss over. "He's…. been calling out your name." Maka almost dropped her coffee mug in her surprise. It wasn't supposed to be like this. It was so confusing.

One moment, she found this letter, telling her that he hated her, and betrayed her. Now he had returned and reached out for her, as if wanting to hold her, love her. And now he was calling out her name ? Kid just continued talking as Maka tried to stop her tears from flowing. "- Father tried to talk to him. But he was unreasonable, almost as if he couldn't hear him at all." Maka wiped away her tears. Kid stayed silent.

After 5 minutes, Maka felt slightly uncomfortable. Why wasn't Kid speaking ? Normally he'd just rant about symmetry, trying to make her react, or spout unwanted information that he thought would interest her. The air was becoming thick and Maka had an unnerving feeling that was crawling around in her gut.

"My father wants you to talk to him." So that was it. It didn't shock her as much as she thought it would. It was pretty obvious wasn't it ? Soul refusing to speak to anyone, calling out her name when no one was there to hear it (or so he thought)… Was she able to face him ? I need answers…Right? This is my only chance to face him, to ask him why! She stood up silently and yanked the door open, throwing Kid into the corridor. "ACKK !! Maka what the hell ?!" But Maka was already on her bike.

She had bought it in the first few weeks of Souls disappearance. She had taken a hammer and smashed it with all her might, only to eat instant noodles for months to pay for the repairs. So ironic. I bought a bike because it reminded me of him, and I destroyed it, only to repair it later on. I guess that explains how much I need that explanation !

She threw the bike aside and ran to the dungeons underneath the school. She needed to scream at him, she needed to spill all the feelings that had clotted up her heart. Punching him like that previously hadn't been enough for her to vent her anger, torment and sadness. She was aimless. She knew Soul was in the dungeons, but where in the dungeons ? She kept running around, hoping for some sort of indication that Soul might be held prisoner in one of the cages.

Suddenly Soul's wavelength was crushing down on her. The insanity it radiated was all too familiar. She was strongly reminded of her first time meeting Asura the demon God. An unnerving feeling crept up on her, and the wavelength was only increasing. Maka felt as if she couldn't breathe anymore, and she collapsed as the insanity was taking over her mind. She curled up and pulled her knees up to her chest, clutching her head with her hands, screaming screaming screaming. She wanted it to stop ! It was tearing her apart !

It felt as if an iron weight was pushing her down, slowly crushing her bones, making her scream and squirm in pain. She forgot everything around her as images began to form in her head, images of places she had never seen, pain she had never felt, and feelings she had never experienced. A loud laughter rang in her ears, making her want to tear out her brain, her eyes, anything. As long as it would stop.

Suddenly, someone grabbed her arm and dragged her away, as if running away from death. Maka almost didn't notice she was being dragged away through the haze of a thousand images until her head hit a stone and her world became black.

Kid's POV.

Damn it ! Why didn't I pay more attention ?! I should've been able to stop her ! She's making a huge mistake ! Kid got up quickly and tried to follow Maka, but before he had managed to summon his skateboard, Maka was already speeding towards Shibusen. "Maka !!! WAIT !!" She didn't hear him.

He didn't have the time to get Liz and Patty from his home, Maka was in grave danger. She didn't know what had become of Soul. After being imprisoned and questioned, his insanity had been increasing rapidly. But it became truly dangerous when the first Seal broke. It had turned out that his insanity had been sealed away from the start. The seal had broken just two days ago, and Soul was letting out enormous blasts of insanity every hour. It was no longer safe for anyone to be around, except Shinigami and people who had an insane amount of spirit energy, like Black star and Stein.

When he finally landed next to Maka's abused bike, she had already entered the dungeon. It'd be hard to find her now. Normally he'd be able to track her, but he could feel that Soul's wavelength was about to burst again. At the moment it was too quiet, Soul's wavelength would almost disappear before increasing in strength and amount at an enormous rate.

Even though the air around shibusen held no sign of insanity whatsoever, he could feel that it was only the calm before the storm. In mere moments, insanity would make the floors tremble and the windows break, and probably kill Maka.

He hurried down another corridor. There was no end to it. The silence seemed to be infecting his mind, and he knew that the first doses of insanity were starting to spread out. He only had mere moments before it exploded. He picked up his pace, even using his skateboard to gain more speed.

Then, Soul released his insanity. Kid gasped for breath, and almost fell from his skateboard. Even he had trouble resisting the crushing insanity that rained down on him. He stumbled to his feet and gained support by leaning against the wall. Suddenly a horrid scream pierced his ears. For a moment he thought Soul's insanity had managed to break through his shield, until he realized it was Maka's voice.

He ran as quickly as he could, but Maka's scream was changing slowly into a crazed laugh. SHIT ! Am I too late ?! When he spotted Maka, he felt a moment of despair. The insanity had already found its way into her mind. Her face was slowly stretching in the same grin that Soul had worn his entire imprisonment. He had to do something fast !! He could feel the effects of the insane wavelength and without wasting another moment he grabbed her arm and yanked her away. She kept laughing, sometimes screaming something incoherently in between the laughs.

Suddenly, he heard some sort of 'crack' and Maka's screaming stopped at once. He spun around immediately, trying to ignore the pressure of Soul's insanity. Maka was bleeding from a wound in her head. Her eyes were wide open and her mouth was stretched into a grin, but he could see she was far from conscious. He'd been too focused on getting out of here, and now she was hurt. Shit. He had to get her out immediately. Luckily insanity worked less on unconscious people, so Maka's sanity was now slightly protected.

He picked her up and carried her away, careful not to bring her further harm. Soul's burst of insanity had already passed, and now only his wavelength washed over them.

Outside the dungeon he collapsed, someone took Maka from his arms as he lost consciousness.

A/N: I love Kid. Why don't I use him more in this story ? Oh well. I was wondering. Should I change "Shinigami" to Shinigami-sama ? I'm not sure wich one to use...

I don't know what else to say, but I'll use this space to beg you to review. It really warms my heart to see that people like my stories.

~Lanny