She told him everything. About the night they died, about those thirteen years, even down to the day that she'd left. Soul sat seldomly and listenened.
"You see? If it wasn't for the Star*Clan, I wouldn't have been stuck with him for all of those years." She told him. She was now holding back her tears; aside from Lord Death, Soul was the first person to know. Yoru was also hoping that, to gain from this, Soul would tell her something too. Secret for a secret.
Should he tell her? She'd just entrusted Soul with her life story. She'd shared her pain with him. She'd given away her biggest secret.
He needed to tell her.
"Yoru." Soul said stiffly. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you."
He told it all to her, about the black blood, about Crona, and, most importantly, about Maka.
"Soul, that's- I'm sorry." Yoru sighed. Soul looked up.
"Nothing to be sorry about." Soul smirked. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"I know, but- to have your partner just die-"
"It happened to you too, didn't it?" Soul inquired. "Weren't you your brother's meister?"
"I was too young. His meister was another boy in the neighbourhood." She sighed. "Like I said, my father was my first partner."
"True." Soul said, pushing himself off of the couch. "We've gotta get some sleep, there's a slight chance I'll be disecting a dead body tomorrow and you need to sort things out with Black*Star."
"Aye." She smiled, yawning. "Night, Soul."
"Night."
That night Yoru had a dream unlike any that she'd ever had.
She stood alone in a graveyard. It was night, and the moon was laughing, as usual. But tonight, there was blood dripping from his sinister smile. There was bloodshed tonight. She looked down at her attire, which was far different from what she usually wore. Black and white boots, a plaid skirt, shirt, tie, vest, and gloves. She also wore a long black overcoat.
"Soul? Are you here?" She asked shyly. The voice that she spoke with did not belong to her. It had to belong to someone else. Gaining no response, she scanned the graveyard, seeing an unusual sight: an empty grave.
Yoru didn't let her guard down as she neared the grave. he had to be ready.
She took one look at the headstone and nearly screamed before stopped herself.
Here lies:
MAKA ALBARN
Beloved meister, daughter, partner, and friend to all.
1992-2008
It wasn't the words on the grave that made her squeal.
It was her own reflection.
Sure, the eyes belonged to her, but the rest of the features were that of a complete stranger. Or, at least, almost a comple stranger.
The blonde hair didn't belong to her. Neither did that mouth.
"Ugh!" The meister shouted, shooting up. She found herself back in bed, in her own clothes, and, quite thankfully, her own face. She heard a small knock on the door.
"You okay? You're really loud." Soul said, his voice tainted with sleep.
"Yeah, just a nightmare." Yoru reassured him. "Go back to sleep."
"If you say so. Goodnight." She heard his footsteps trail down the hall and then allowed herself to panic. What did it mean? Maka's grave being dug up, her being inside of Maka Albarn? She would make a note to ask Eternal Feather when she dropped by the girrl's dorm tomorrrow if she had any opinion on it. For now, Yorru rolled over and fell instantly back to sleep.
This was quite possibly some of the most awkward silence that Yoru had ever endured.
Black*Star sat facing away from her, and she was doing the exact same thing. She wanted to apologize, but of course, her pride had been getting in the way a lot lately.
"Hey," She began, swallowing her pride. She needed to get over it. Black*Star had done nothing to hurt her. No one had. But she was treating him like he had.
"Save it. I don't care what Stein says, I'm not taking any apologies from you." Black*Star scoffed. Yoru furrowed her brows.
"Listen Black*Star, you think I want to apologize to you? I'm only doing this be-" Yoru began, just before getting cut off by Black*Star.
"You- you just called me Black*Star." He said, mouth agape.
"Yeah, well that's your name, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it is." Black*Star smiled. "Yoru."
"Listen, I'm sorry for calling you Star*Clan and being so rude." She said in a bored monotone. Even though she was truly sorry, she couldn't show it. Meister rule number one: never show weakness. That's what her father used to say. "It's just that the Star*Clan had a bad reputation and-"
"No apology needed!" Black*Star shouted happily. "Don't worry Yoru, nothing's gonna hurt anybody while I'm around!"
Yoru sighed.
She hadn't told Black*Star about any of her past grudges toward the Star*Clan. She felt that he didn't need to know.
But for now, Black*Star was her friend.
