"The girl is not normal, as you have surely seen from her soul and from the display this afternoon."
"Yes. Oh I know. I have a very important question to ask you."
"Yes?"
"One sugar or two?"
"Maka?" Raven looked to the girl. Two weeks had passed since the day Maka and her partner Soul came to take care of her, and over the course of those two weeks, Maka had grown quite fond of the girl. She would like to think they were friends.
"Yeah, Raven?"
"When you, um.., looked at my soul, or whatever you call it, what did you see?" The girl was rather tentative and shy at the moment.
Maka bit her lip as her mind flashed back.
She peered intently at the girl in front of her. She seemed sweet, and rather innocent, near to the point of being ignorant. But clever all the same. Strong, definitely. She, a girl of about fifteen, maybe sixteen, took down a full grown, raging drunk man.
Something about her was not normal.
And while she hadn't mentioned it to anyone, she couldn't get a read on the girl's soul the first time. This time, she tried a lot harder.
Her brows furrowed as she finally managed to worm through a false facade of a normal, rather weak, dark blue human soul, she nearly physically stepped back at what she saw.
A murky black casing covered the soul, it had to be a casing, there was no tail, something Maka had never even thought possible. As she looked more closely at the soul, she noticed something even stranger. There was a crack in the casing, and through the casing, a faint white glow shone through. Maka was sure she had seen the shape of the crack before. Absolutely positive. But wher-
Maka pulled herself out of the flashback. "Raven. . . Can I see that scar on your shoulder blade?"
