Again, thank you sooo much for the reviews! You're all so nice! Anyhow, I again apoligise in advance for any mistakes, though I tried to check it thoroughly but I'd bet there is some there. So, yeah. Enjoy.

Soul sat stiffly on his couch, Black star sat beside him. On the other end Maka and Tsubaki sat beside each other, looking much more at ease then the two men.

"So," Soul started, wishing he haden't when three head turned towards him. "…We going to talk about this?"

"Talk about what?" Maka said without a moment's hesitation, all emotion stripped from her voice and her eyes cold and hard as they landed on Soul.

"Maka, you know we're going to have to talk about this sometime," Blackstar told her, his voice strained.

"I don't see why." She replied stubbornly, but Soul felt some unwanted relief when her glare moved from him to the boy beside him.

"Maka…" Tsubaki said softly, placing a hand over hers. Maka looked up to her sharply, but her eyes softened as they landed on Tsubaki's kind ones. She didn't know anyone could be so kind. She didn't know such kindness could exist. "We're all here for you," she told her. "And you won't get better if you don't talk about this."

Maka cast her eyes to the ground, muttering stubbornly: "Getting better requires for me to be sick. I'm not sick. I'm fi-"

"Fine?" Soul sneered, finally losing his patience. All eyes snapped towards him but he didn't care. He stood up from the couch to walk behind it, rubbing a hand over his face in irritation.

"Maka, you are far from fine." He told her, his eyes stern as he glared right back at her, no longer belittled by her own. "I found you standing at the edge of a cliff, with the full intention to jump. Is that fine? Jeez, Maka can't you just be happy people care enough to help you? We just want you to get better! I've known you for barley an hour and you've already made me worry more than I have in the past month!"

Maka looked up at him in surprise. But before Soul could feel any relief about finally seeing some emotion on her face, her face went blank. Hard and cold, just as her voice. It scared him.

"Well, I'm sorry to be such a burden to you," she told him bluntly, completely ignoring everything he said but the last sentence. "But I didn't ask for your help, you more or less dragged me here against my will." Soul growled, preventing Maka from going on.

"You're not a god damn burden," he snarled, glaring at her furiously. "We're just worried and we need to know what's wrong otherwise we can't do anything about it."

Maka dropped her gaze, her head bowed as she responded.

"So, you're not just asking due to morbid curiosity?"

"Are you kidding me? No, of course not, we're concerned. We need to know why, Maka."

Maka sighed in exasperation before lifting her head, her eyes betraying her distress.

"What do you want to know?"

"When this all started," Blackstar said immediately, he obviously thought this was his fault.

"After Mama and Papa first started… arguing, I guess. You know what I mean Blackstar."

Blackstar's eyes narrowed in confusion before widening in realisation. He'd forgotten all about it, Maka realised. He's always been good and blocking painful memories from his mind but she didn't think he was that good.

"You mean-that…It was that bad?"

Maka turned her face away again, suppressing a groan. This was the last thing she wanted to talk about.

"Spirit really went to lengths to see that no one found out, huh? I thought maybe Mama would've told you when she finally found out." She said, her voice completely emotionless. Blackstar's eyes widened, he looked bewildered. Then disgusted.

"Maka, what happened that night?" he said in a strained voice, reluctance seeping through his words.

"Blackstar, I really don't want t-"

"What happened?" He sneered, his lips curling up to expose his teeth. Maka leaned back, her eyes wide. Blackstar seemed to wake up, blinking and looking around before finally looking back at Maka. His expression morphed to an apologetic one.

"I-I'm sorry, Maka." He began, his voice cracking. "I know that it – whatever it was – was hard for you. That was… insensitive of me."

Soul looked on in bafflement. Was this the same Blackstar from yesterday? He'd seemed to grown double his age in a few hours. And what were they talking about, 'that night'? Soul buried his face in his hands, stifling the one hundredth sigh today. Maka had it worse than he's ever imagined.

"It's okay, Star." Maka said quietly, her head bowed. "I just… I can't talk about that. I'm sorry, I just-jus-" the breathe caught in her throat. She was going hysterical. Was it that bad? Blackstar thought to himself as he watched as Tsubaki wrapped her arms around Maka, making shushing noises. What could have possibly happened that night to affect her so badly? To push her to go to such lengths…

Tsubaki had finally calmed Maka and was currently sitting on the balcony with her. Tsubaki was laughing and Soul could see a smile tugging at Maka's lips before she gave into laughter. A smirk tugged on his own lips before he turned around to face Blackstar, any humour present on his face being wiped off in a second.

"What is 'that night' you were talking about, Blackstar?" Soul asked abruptly, almost causing Blackstar to drop the dish he was currently drying. He knew Soul was curious but he was normally one the beat around the bush, at least a little bit. Blackstar looked at him a second, noticing the creases above his eyebrows that signified stress, and his brows look permanently turned down in a worried frown. Blackstar raised a brow.

"…What?" Soul drawled after watching him analyse his expression for a good thirty seconds.

"Nothing, you just seem so stressed."

"Well of course I'm stres- Wait, don't change the subject!"

Blackstar placed the dish down in defeat before turning to face Soul, leaning on the counter behind him.

"I left out a few details about why I left Maka's family," Blackstar admitted, he carried on in a rush after catching Soul's glare. "With good reason! I'm just so used to avoiding the subject it slipped my mind. I'd almost tricked myself into forgetting before all this." He gestured around them, as if gesturing at the situation itself.

"Why would you want to trick yourself into forgetting something?" Soul asked cautiously, Blackstar groaned, his eyes going blank as if reliving a memory. Soul shook the urge to shake him.

"Because it was just so horrible," he said quietly, Soul had to strain to hear him. "I can't tell you what happened because I don't know! ...But I can tell you what I seen." Soul nodded in encouragement, urging him on. Blackstar dropped his eyes the the floor before beginning.

"Maka… she got hurt. I don't know where or how, I just know she did. I was the one who found her. I'd just got home from staying at a friend's. Maka's mum wasn't in but that wasn't weird, she worked a lot and was only really home in the middle of the day. Maka's Dad wasn't there either which I found a bit strange, but not too weird to dwell on. Anyways, as soon as I got in the living room I knew something was wrong. There was… blood. All over the couch and looked as if someone had literally poured it on the floor there was just that much. I automatically got defensive, I didn't think there was anyone else in the house because it was just so quiet. Maka was always there, playing music or cooking or cleaning. It was never so quiet." Blackstar shook his head before going on.

"I then noticed there was a kind of trail, like someone had been dragged through the blood and down the hall. I followed it, thinking someone was hurt, I near enough had a heart attack when the trail ended at Maka's door."

Blackstar's breathe caught in his throat. Soul couldn't breathe, his stomach clenched in horror and anticipation and Blackstar couldn't even fully tell him what happened to the girl stood on his balcony.

"You'd think I'd freak out, but I tried to stay calm. Till I found the door was locked. I broke it down only to find Maka laying on her bed, blood covering the covers, the sheets the pillows… her."

Blackstar cleared his throat, the sound making Soul jump. He'd been speaking so quietly, in such a low, pained voice that the sudden noise startled him. Blackstar looked up and spoke in his regular voice as he concluded his story.

"I called an ambulance and they told me not to move her in case anything was broken. When they got there they scurried me out the apartment because they said it was now a crime scene. Then no one told me what had happened. I never tried to get it out of Maka, she was never the same afterwards, and her Mum and Dad were careful never to speak about it in front of me. I knew nothing except that afterwards, Kami and Spirit's relationship completely fell apart. And Maka broke."

Black rubbed his chin, his eyes narrowed in thought.

"I always thought that Kami had always knew what had happened to Maka. But from what Maka said now I doubt it. Spirit obviously had something to do with it if he wanted to hide it," he mumbled thoughtfully, making Soul's eyes grow wide.

"Isn't this Spirit Maka's father? You think he's try and hurt her?"

"What? No, no, but I do think he has something to do with it."

Soul just shook his head. Blackstar wasn't making any sense and if he wanted to get the truth, he wasn't going to get it from him.

His head automatically turned towards the girl who was currently making her way back into the building, Soul caught the end of her conversation.

"…but are you sure it's okay?"

"Maka, Maka. It's fine! Seriously, do you honestly think Soul would let you out of our sight?"

Maka just sighed, making Soul chuckle as made his entrance, standing in the door frame between the kitchen and living room.

"What you guys talking about?" Tsubaki turned her head towards her roommate and friend, blinking innocently.

"Oh, Maka is going to be living with us for now on." She said casually.

"Oh?" Soul raised a brow, leaning on the door frame. "And you decided that just now? On the balcony? In the space of ten minutes?"

"Yup!" Tsubaki said excitedly, earning a giggle from Maka, who turned her eyes to look at Soul apologetically.

"Are you sure this is alright?" she said awkwardly, rolling on her heels slightly. Soul chuckled and shook his head, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest, making tingles spread through Maka's stomach. What on earth was that?

"No, it's fine. This works out well, I'm sure Tsubaki gets pissed with just me lounging around here." He winked at Tsubaki who shook her head, Maka sighed with relief.

"Okay then. Well, I guess I need to get some things from my plac-"

"I'll tag along." Blackstar said, walking into the room, slapping Soul on the back as he passed, before walking to stand beside Maka, throwing an arm over her shoulders and flashing a childish grin.

"We have some catching up to do, Sis."

For the first time, Soul watched as a genuine smile spread across Maka's face. She beamed up at Blackstar before patting his back, laughing lightly.

"Sure, we'll go tomorrow. I'm beat."

Soul chuckled and watched the scene with a content smile and raised brows. He folded his arms over his chest as he eyed the small blonde, shaking his head in astonishment that she made his life so eventful in the space of a few hours.

I was thinking that I'd reveal Maka's injury in the next chapter... should I? And if so, I want to describe it thoroughly but it may be a bit graphic, so if I want to do so will I need to put the rating up? Let me know!