A/N:Chapter Eight of Mama, I'm in love with a criminal is underway! YES! Let's get this thing started, alright?! We've got a short chapter ahead of us, so let's get right into it! DISCLAIMERS: I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER! R&R! :D

CHAPTER EIGHT:

MAKA'S P.O.V

"Ack! Do you wanna explain to me why in the hell you had to be so goddamn rough with me?! Jeez! You can at least explain yourselves first before you go throwing people in cruisers!" I scolded as they threw my into a cold, metal chair in front of a cold metal table that had only one bright light hanging over it. This was the interrogation room that they put me in and let me tell you, if they wanted me to talk, they definitely don't act like it! Who treats people this way?!

One of the cops left the room as the others stood guard one either side of the door like I was some criminal. I had a pretty good guess of why I was brought here… Someone probably tipped off Soul again. Just go with the story you told officer Azusa that one time. As long as you don't change up your story, you won't look suspicious.

As I waited for someone to talk to, I glared at the policemen and stuck my tongue at them. Seriously! So much for being hospitable! If you're not sure that I'm an accomplice, then you shouldn't be throwing me around like a goddamn ragdoll, you damned idiots!

Eventually, two men dressed in suits sat across the table from me. The guards were let out of the room to guard the room from the outside.

"Shall we begin, Ms. Albarn?" The older looking suited man smiled. I crossed my arms and sat back in my chair in defiance.


"I told you that I didn't let anyone into my apartment through my window! Why do you keep asking? Do you just like to hear yourself talk?" I scowled at one of the men. It probably wasn't the best idea to talk this way to an investigator, but he was getting on my nerves! The younger investigator kept glaring at me to try and scare me into admitting the truth. The older man opened up his briefcase by his seat and took out a portfolio. He searched through it and took out a photo, slapping it down on the table and sliding it over to me.

"Ms. Albarn, this photo was brought to our attention by an anonymous source just earlier today. Do you mean to tell me that this is not your apartment?" the older man asked. I looked at the photo and I tried to hold back a gasp. It was a very clear photo of Soul climbing through my window. His hood was up so it hid a bit of his white hair, but it was still just visible enough to tell that it was definitely him. I panicked inside, not knowing how to answer. Duh, that was my apartment and duh that was Soul sneaking through my window, but wait… do they have a date?

"Umm, when was this photo taken?" I asked matter-of-factly. The younger man's glare hardened.

"This photo was taken on April 24th. A Friday night. Recall anything?" he asked. Hmmm… April 24th… the high school reunion! There's no way they can pin this on me because Soul snuck in my apartment while I wasn't home!

"Actually, I do, investigator. That was the night of my high school reunion. You can look it up if you like and I have eye witnesses that can prove that I was there," I stated, leaning back in my chair again and crossing my hands over my chest. The younger man scoffed and tilted back in his chair as well.

"It says here that you were questioned on April 25th, Saturday morning; the next day, if you will, by one of our officers on any unusual activity occurring in the area. You reported that you have never came across criminal, Soul Evans. Correct?" the older man asked for clarification.

"Correct." I spoke almost unsurely, not seeing where he was getting with this. All I knew was that my palms were getting sweaty just talking to these blokes! I had to get the hell up out of here!

"Well, what would you say if I told you that we have proof that you're lying?" the older man asked, smirking. I furrowed my brows and scowled again.

"I'd tell you that I have no reason to lie, officer." The older investigator slapped down on the table Soul's portfolio, whipping through papers after papers to find what he was looking for. He made an 'aha' sound and pulled out a piece of paper, handing it to me. I looked it over. It was Soul's activity log.

"If you take a look at the very beginning of the log, Ms. Albarn, you'll see that Mr. Evans was enrolled in the DWMA. Just as you had," he pointed out. Damnit… The officer pulled another paper out that showed the roster for my class. There was my name. There was his name. My eyes widened, though I tried not to. These guys aren't investigators for nothing…

"And if you take a look at that, we have found information that proves that you both were enrolled in the same biology class, Ms. Albarn. So how could you have not known who Mr. Evans was or what he looked like?" the investigator pried. Both of them smirked, triumphantly. I darted my eyes from the paper to the two of them.

"What are you suggesting, Mr…"

"Mr. Callahan," the older man spoke.

"We're suggesting that there could be a possibility that you, Ms. Albarn could've been in cahoots with Mr. Evans due to the fact that the two of you once knew each other long ago. It's typical to want to help an old friend in need, isn't it?" I glared at the younger man dirtily.

"That again? Officer Azusa has already talked to me about this before. Soul Evans was a bully. A tyrant. Why on Earth would I want to help a felon like him? He has done nothing but torment me as a child! That is not a valid excuse for me to ever be in 'cahoots' as you would say with that man. I have not seen him since he disappeared 7 years ago, so if you two would be so kind as to let me go back home to return to the comforts of my own home, that would be great." I arose from my seat to dismiss myself, but the two investigators weren't having it. They both stood in my path, standing tall and intimidating. I shrunk in size before them.

"Oh, we're not finished here, Miss Maka. Take a seat," the younger investigator commanded. This is gonna be a long night…


"Haaaa… Well this is getting nowhere…" Mr. Callahan blurted out. The investigators were just about to give in. They both slumped in their chairs. They didn't have enough evidence to pin the accomplice accusation on me and it was starting to get late. I sighed as well, sitting back in my chair. Finally… It's over… All of a sudden a knock on the door sounded and a police officer barged right in, handing a picture to Mr. Callahan. The two investigator whisper a conversation with the policeman and I grew on edge as they looked at the photo and then looked up at me. Oh God… what now? Another tip?

The two investigators smiled as they sat back down in their seats and the policeman closed the door behind him, standing right in front of the door and sneering down at me.

"Ms. Albarn, we just received another interesting piece of information that is gonna end the night for all of us. Care to explain what's going on in this picture?" Mr. Callahan asked with a huge, stupid grin on his face as he slid the photo slowly across the table face down. The younger man laughed deeply in his throat and watched my carefully. I was scared to pick up the photo and I'm pretty sure I made no attempt in hiding it.

I reached over for the picture and turned it over only to feel myself going numb all over. This can't be happening… But how did… I looked at the picture again with a look of terror. It was a picture of Soul completely out of disguise as he is kissing me in my bedroom. It looked like a pretty intense and heated kiss. The two of us have our arms wrapped around each other and you can clearly tell even if our eyes are closed that it is the two of us. This was taken that night. The night I last saw Soul… But how did… WHO WAS CREEPING INSIDE MY WINDOW?! Oh God, no… please…

"T-That is…" I started, but couldn't say anything else. A tear escaped my eye and rolled down my cheek. My mouth was left moving, with no words coming out. I was completely numb again… They have beaten me.

Mr. Callahan motioned the guard closer to get a move on it and the cop did just that. He stood next to me and picked me up by the arm, handcuffing my arms behind my back. He lifted me up by my handcuffs and took me off to a holding cell until I can speak to a judge or a lawyer of some sort. You know, you never really realize how much trouble you can get into just be being an accomplice, but when I sat in that holding cell with a bunch of other accused people, I finally understood. And yeah… it was (pardon my French) a fucking bitch.


TWO DAYS LATER…7PM

SOUL'S P.O.V

I wasn't too sure about this. How could I trust this man after all that's happened two months ago? It had to be done, I know, but I wish there were some other way that I could get information.

Yeah, you guessed it. I'm going to see the bastard himself; Akane. You might be wondering where I was all this time. I assume that you know that after my little incident with Maka that I left Death City and I haven't returned in two months. Yeah, it's all true. I did flee after what happened with Maka. I had to. Akane knew that I was getting involved with her. My best plan was to cut ties with her and lay low for a while to cover our tracks, but oh how wrong I was…

I approached Akane's bunker on the outskirts of Death City and I walked into a small room that he usually met his clients in. This place was pretty well hidden and it was pretty isolated as well, so it was the perfect meeting place. I used to come here every so often to check up on what's been going on with our families and the DCPD, but nowadays, I just had to wing it. I couldn't afford for Akane to rat me out and I couldn't afford to have Maka dragged down by the police department either. Right now, I was planning to get some information on the DCPD from Akane. You know, to see if they were patrolling or on the lookout for me. If the city was hot, then I needed to stay clear for a little while longer, but I had to go back. I had some unfinished business out there.

I entered the small meeting room and there was Akane sitting in what looked like an interrogation room. There was only a chair, a desk and a light hanging above. Talk about isolated… This guy has nothing in his 'office' but a chair and a desk. What a bum.

"Hello, Eater. You got the cash, right? I got all the information you need right here," he asked smugly. I threw a wad of cash at him (don't ask where I got it from) and he smiled up at me as he caught it in his hand. He unraveled the wad and started counting while he spoke slyly.

"You're in the clear zone for now, Eater. No one knows where you are and the DCPD has moved on to bigger projects at the moment. They're still tinkering around with your case, but they won't be expecting you for a few days now," Akane informed. I nodded stiffly.

"Great, that's all I need." I turned to head out of the bunker and to Death City, but Akane said something that caught my attention before I left.

"However, Soul, I don't think you'll be finding what you're looking for if you do go into the city," he said in a matter-of-factly tone. I turned back to him slowly and squinted my eyes. How could he know what I'm after? Is he really telling the truth?

"Maka? What about her? Did something happen in the city?" I asked. Akane tsked at me and rubbed his stubby little fingers together, asking for cash in exchange for info. I rolled my eyes and threw another wad of green at him. He laughed to himself and continued to speak. He sat up in his seat and linked his fingers together, staring dead into my eyes. Honestly, he was freaking me out. If something had happened…

"Maka was hauled in two night days and she was being held there for questioning. Someone ratted you guys out," he said, smirking. That sadistic motherfucker leaned in further and I glared at him. Him and I both knew who it was he was referring to. Damnit! He really is a sick fucking bastard!

"Right now, she's being held in one of their holding cells in the DCPD. She's lookin' at a few months in prison and a ruined criminal record." Akane sat back in his chair and lifted his feet up on the desk as he counted the money I offered him.

"WHAT?!" I shouted in outrage. I pounced over to Akane, grabbing him by the collar. This was all his fuckin' fault! If he hadn't given out the information about Maka and I then she would still be safe and sound at home! He ruined everything!

"What will you do? Flee? Or turn yourself in? Choices, choices…" he antagonized. I threw Akane into the wall and left the bunker, steam practically seeping out of my ears. I didn't know what my plan was or how I was gonna fix all this, but no idea I came up with off the bat was even logical enough to go through with.

I hid in one of the lone alleyways that not many people came across and I sat on the cold, hard ground thinking desperately on what my next move would be. Damnit, I never wanted this to happen. Fuck! Shit! Goddamnit! I cursed at myself and ran a hand through my white hair, gripping at it tightly. Maka got hauled in. She's in one of their holding cells. Does that mean that they've got her? That's got to be it. They would've let her go by now if they hadn't. Fuck… I've got to bust her out of there… But I don't want her to bear the same burden as me. It's all my fault that she even got mixed up with me. FUCK!

I couldn't flee without Maka, I just couldn't. There was no way I was gonna leave her behind like that. If they've got Maka, they'll come after me soon. They've got the both of us cornered… I guess I could try and make a deal with Julia and her family, but Julia's only after money, she's not gonna help anything. She'd probably just threaten me and turn me in with Maka. Then both of us would be screwed… Haaaa.

"There's only one thing I can do…" I whispered to myself, pushing myself off the ground. I can't let Maka fall like this. Not now. I've got to do what I can and if this is the only way… Then so be it.

I emerged from the alleyway and started walking towards the city. Death City. The city where everything went wrong. The city where everything was about to go right. The city where Maka could live peacefully after tonight. She won't have to worry about anything else anymore. She could return to her normal everyday life. She won't have to worry about checking her surroundings anymore. Tonight is marking the end.


I reached the edge of the city and began to walk towards the main center of Death City. People looked at me as I moped through the street, looking only at the ground before me. This is it. I removed my hood and looked up at all the bystanders so they would see my face clearly. This is for the best. I walked slowly, one foot in front of the other. I won't regret my decision.

"Is that Soul Evans?"

"That's him! That's the man who robbed my store!"

"Do away with him!"

"Get out of our city, you monster!"

Civilians from left and right gathered around making a commotion. Just what I wanted. A few police officers noticed the crowd gathering behind me as they called me disgusting names and threw cans at me. It's obvious why they would hate me… I was made out to be a monster who raped women, stole from aristocrats and beat musicians. That's what they saw me as. A menace to society. And they had every right to believe in what they heard.

"Halt! You're coming with us!" the police gathered around me in a large circle. I was in the middle of the circle, looking into every single one of the surrounding police officer's faces so they would see that I was the real deal. Next thing I know, I kneeled down on the floor slowly and placed my hands behind my head in surrender.

Two policemen came up behind me and handcuffed me, pinning my face into the ground. I did not resist at all. I let them take me. Take me to Maka… Let her be safe. Yeah… this is for Maka. You won't have to suffer to be with me anymore. I'll make sure that you'll have nothing to do with me after this and you'll be able to go back to life as you knew it. I'll stay where I belong… behind bars. I've done some crazy things, but now is as good a time as ever to atone for what I've done. I'm sorry I had to bring you into all this Maka… I really am. And another thing? Remember how I always promised to keep you safe? Well, this is me keeping that promise… because… Maka… I love you.

The policemen hoisted me off of the ground and roughly threw me in the back of one of their police cruisers. The crowd that had followed behind me was chanting happily to see me being taken off for the first time in seven years. This is all for you Maka. I'll serve my time if it means keeping you safe.

"Where's Maka?" I whispered to the cops. They scoffed at me. They refused to answer me.

"Fine, then let me ask you this question: Is she safe?" I asked a bit louder, almost as if I was demanding to know. One the policemen turned around to me and looked a bit sterner. He paused for a minute, but then decided to answer.

"Your little girlfriend is fine. You're the one who ain't gonna be," he spat. It was something… As long as she would be safe, then this wouldn't be for nothing. I'll make everything right again. I just hope that after all is said and done, you'll come visit me every now and then, tiny-tits. I chuckled to myself quietly and smiled. Isn't that weird? Smiling on your way to jail? Ha… Well I guess if you know that it's for a good cause, then it ain't all that bad. Hey, since you're going, can you be sure to let Maka know one thing for me? Can you tell her that I said that 'we will meet again?' Just let her know next time you see her, 'kay? Take care, you guys.

A/N: Don't you worry guys, this is NOT OVER. We still got a lot of unanswered questions to answer, so don't worry, this isn't goodbye! OMG Soul just turned himself in! After seven years of evading the police, he finally decided to give himself up to the police. But what is he planning?! How is he gonna save Maka?! Do you think he can really do it, you guys?! And what about that sneaky photo of Soul and Maka kissing?! I think we can all guess who got THAT one. I mean, c'mon it's so obvious! Alright, well, I'm off to start off chapter 9 so I'll see you guys very soon! Happy reading and leave a review!