As he held me against the wall, I began to panic. Should I simply explain, and tell him the truth? Do I just blow my cover? Or do I continue to lie, and hope that this God doesn't see right through me?

"I'm waiting." Kid growled out, and I shivered. I guess there was only one reliable choice.

"There are people in this town that I don't want to see my soul. I have a heightened sense of soul perception, so I'm not a witch using a soul cover-up, I'm just that skilled. I'm sorry to have disturbed your peace in any way, it's just that... my soul is like my diary. I don't want anyone but me to read it. I hope that's okay with you." I'd started out trembling, but I became more confident as I told the truth. And trust me, it was the truth; just not the whole truth. I figure refraining from telling him that I'm purposely trying to hide it from him, our teachers, our friends, and his father, would probably be a bad move.

As my words sunk in, his tensed shoulders relaxed, and his eyes returned to their normal, untainted gold. He released me, his arms falling to his sides, and he sat on the black couch behind him. While it was hard to see in the dark, the almost illuminating glow from his eyes brought to my attention his tears. Why in the world is he crying? He's the one who almost made me shit my pants, I should be the one bawling out of fear.

"Um...Kid? Are you okay? I'm so sorry, I don't understand what's wro-" I started, before he cut me off. "It's fine you moron. I understand, and that's all that matters." It was hard to hear over his now growing sobs, but I got the gist. I watched as he slowly got smaller and smaller, crawling further into a little ball for comfort. Before I knew what I was doing, I was embracing this hot guy who was crying like a baby at midnight in his house after he attacked me on his mini God rampage. On my list of weird nights, this was definitely at the top.

~Line Breako~

As the light woke me, I tried to sit up. Only I couldn't. There was a grim reaper pinning me down.

"God, you're like an overgrown baby." I mumbled, shoving his heavy body off of me. He was so dead asleep, he barely even noticed his shift in positions. Closing my eyes for a moment, I recalled the events from the night before. While I'd covered my ass, I'd been to careless. I really needed to come up with a more solid story. As Kid began to stir, I got up and walked up the stairs, being careful not to tread to loudly as to bring attention to myself. After last night, I was ready to ignore Kid for awhile.

Anyways, I had a lot of other issues to worry about. This would be my first day of not being Maka. My first day being Roxy. My first day being free and not caring what everyone else thinks.

But Soul is going to be interrogating the girls today about my disappearance, and my dad is going to flip out. Considering I was Spartoi leader, I wouldn't put it past Lord Death and my friends on the team to set up a search party for me. But these things will eventually pass. They'll eventually forget. And once they do, I'll be able to fully embrace this new life, this new chance, that I'd been given.

Thank the Lord for hair dye, shopping sprees and great friends willing to lie for my sorry ass.