A/N: I will now promptly die because I have to double update. I don't even type the way you are supposed to. You guys deserve it, though. You, yes you, are awesome. All of you guys that favorited or alerted or reviewed, I send you all cyber Kit-Kats. Cookies are beyond us; we members have SURPASSED the realm of cookies. Expect them in your mailbox soon. I am not joking. Check your PM box, guys.


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_Maka's POV_

I struggled to open my eyes and I eventually succeeded. I had almost forgotten how to use the muscles in my eyelids for a moment.

The minute my eyes flicked open, the first thing I saw was a man. Or maybe a boy. He looked close to my age, though, and he was staring at me, with an incredulous look on his face. Could he not believe what he was seeing?

How long had I been in that blackness?

But first things first.

Who was this man, and why was he next to my bed? He looked sick and tired. His face rang a dim bell, like I had seen him somewhere. Maybe he went to my school…? But I had never met this guy before in my life. I had no recollection of him, but he seemed so familiar.

Terribly familiar.

It was so perplexing, watching this man. I felt that I could have a conversation with him and know what he would say, what he would do. I breathed in, and I could smell him; even his scent was registered somewhere deep inside my mind.

Well.

"Who are you?" I asked the stranger. It seemed simple enough, find out his name and find out who he was.

The breath left his lungs with a more than audible whoosh. His jaw dropped ever so slightly. His eyebrows tilted up.

"You don't know… who I am?" The words had a hard time coming out, becoming softer and softer with each uttered. His face looked agonized and relieved, and if I didn't think that expression was possible before, I did now.

His voice.

It tickled my brain, teasing the banks of memory. It was like having a word on the tip of your tongue, only to never be able to get it. It was so close, but still out of my grasp, running away from my outreached hand to the dark reserves of what remained of the blackness.

"I feel like I know you… but I can't figure out from where. You seem so familiar to me, somehow, although I swear we've never met before. And you didn't answer my question. Who are you?" I had to move my head to an awkward position just to see his whole face.

This man had pure white hair that stood up in every direction, defying gravity and winning the battle. His eyes were a vivid shade of ruby that looked dull right now, but something told me that those could shine vividly when he was really, truly happy. His teeth were jagged and fit to each other, like my back teeth, but his were all around his gums.

And his lips. They were thin and peach, but they were so very appealing- like they could meld with mine perfectly at any given time…

I guess some would think that he looked like a monster. The thought of this stranger being a monster made me giggle. Yeah, sure, his eyes were blood red, and his teeth looked like they could bite through a tire iron, but he was adorable. Not that I would tell him. I giggled again at the thought of calling this badass looking guy adorable. A smile lit up my face.

He watched me, eyes wide.

"Why are you laughing?" He asked, confused. Pfft.

I looked into his eyes, those endless crimson pools.

"I don't know you, but I like your eyes." I said, smiling while saying the words.

And I really meant it.

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*_Soul's Point of View_*

She smiled at me.

She didn't even know me, and she was looking at me like I had just given her roses.

Her smile was like a thousand pinpricks in my chest, making me think of what could've been.

And what never will be.

My line of vision dropped to the floor.

"Maka... I'm sorry." I whispered.

I looked up to see that her smile had melted away to form a look of confusion. Good. It still hadn't hit her yet.

I stood up and did something that I would never had thought I would do.

I leaned over her, pressing my hands on the hospital bed for support.

My lips pressed against her smooth forehead and lingered there for a moment, savoring her. My eyes closed unintentionally, temporarily disabling me from seeing her immediate expression.

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_Maka's Point of View_

Those lips that I had been studying had suddenly been put to my forehead, in a patch of skin that my bangs didn't obscure.

A flash of memory pushed into my thoughts; a couch, a hallway, this man, sleep, horrible nightmares…

It hurt so much, in my heart and my head. My head was throbbing. THUM, THUM, THUM.

I don't wanna know! I don't wanna know!

"Stop it! It hurts! So much! Why? Why did you say that? I loved you! I lo-"My screams were cut short by an unseen mental brick wall.

Huh?

I forgot.

What was I saying? It had seemed important at the time, but my recollection was fading fast…

My expression turned from the devastated look of one that had just seen their lover die to an uninterested child.

I seemed more… empty, now…

What was I saying?

My leftover tears spilled over.

Why was I crying? There was nothing to cry about. Nothing had happened. Something had happened. Nothing had happened.

What had happened?

My thoughts spun and spun and spun and spun until my mind had coiled like a spring.

Please don't spring up again, thoughts.

Don't make me hurt again.

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A/N: SCREW THIS I AM WRITING THIS CHAPTER SUPER SHORT BECAUSE IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD PLACE TO LEAVE OFF. MWAHAHA! I feel like I am cheating you all. Well, there's another chapter attached to this, so oh well.

It is only a week until school starts. I have all advanced classes and literally have about a half dozen things I need to do. But what was I doing today? Hmm, let's see.

Sleeping until noon

Writing/ reading Fanfiction

Went to celebration station, played Go Karts and Bumper Boats for advanced band.

Eating hot chips and yet again am writing/ reading Fanfiction.

I really need to stop procrastinating and do my fucking projects.