Chapter 8, never thought I would make it this far with it. Well in this chapter we hear Soul's past. It's not that depressing as Maka's but it's good enough. So, enjoy!

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Chapter 8 ~ His Story

~ SOUL'S POV ~

"Mine also started when I was five," I started. "My parents had really high expectations for me and my brother, Wes." She looked at me, "You have a brother?" I nodded. "Yeah, he is nineteen now, he is known as the best violinist to play high level music, even when he was ten. I played the piano and hated it. I was good for someone my age, but no one thought I was my talent was like his." I looked over to her to see if she still wanted to hear more. She looked at me that said keep-going. "I was always compared to by him. They kept on telling me to be just like him. Or that my playing was horrible." Maka looked at me confused. "Who are they?" I looked at her. I sighed a bit. "My family or whoever listened, they all say the same thing. That my playing was terrible." Maka looked at me like o was lying. "Everyone thought that?" she asked. I nodded. She laughed a little. "What's so funny? I never laughed at your story!" I said a little mad. "I'm sorry, but one person doesn't think that." I looked at her funny. "Who?" She smiled. "Me."

I sat there shocked. 'That's right. She saw me play.' I looked at her funny then continued my story. "Well everyone thought that. They compared me to my brother. I hated that. They kept on telling me "be like your brother" or "you are nothing like your brother" every time I played." I looked at the floor. I felt like crying but I kept telling myself cool guys don't cry. 'I can't cry. Cool guys like me don't cry. But Maka cried and I comforted her. Will she do the same?' I thought. "I was always practicing to get better. I was home schooled so I can play, and just like you I never made any friends cause of parents." I felt a few tears run down my face. 'Shit! I can't cry now!' I thought. But then I felt a hand rubbing my back. I looked at Maka, tears on face. She gave me a comforting smile. "It's okay to cry." She said. "I cried and you were there to comfort me. So it's my turn to do the same for you." I cried a little more. "No ever gave me compassion for my pain." I said. She came closer and hugged me. "I ran away here. For freedom, because I felt trapped there." I said. I felt some tears on my back. I let go to see a few tears on her. "Why are you crying?" I asked. "I also felt like that too. Trapped with no freedom." I smiled still crying. "I guess we are the same, huh?" I said still crying a few tears. She nodded. "Yeah, different problem, but the same feeling." She said crying a little harder. "Were both strong. We both were able to survive this. Now we found our freedom." I said. We both hugged each other. Who knows how long we were like that.

~ Few Hours Later ~

"You know," Maka said. "I read in one of my books that crying is like emptying out all of your pain." She said in bed. I was next to her. She was doing her part of the deal, which I get to sleep with her. "Really?" I asked turning over to look at her. She nodded. "Yeah, and having someone there to comfort you, and take some of the pain, makes you feel a lot better." I looked at her as she looked over to me. "Thank you, for taking in my pain." She said. "You're welcome. Thank you for taking in my pain." I replied back. She smiled. "You're welcome." A few minutes later, she was asleep. 'We both have the same problem. We were both alone.'

~ MAKA'S POV ~

I woke up the next morning, still weird out from last night. I told someone my story and he told me his. I looked at Soul. He was still asleep. I tucked him in more and got up and made breakfast. I made pancakes. I made five for now because I still didn't know how much he ate. I heard the door open. I looked to see Soul, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. "Good morning." I said. He looked over and smiled lightly. "Good morning." I put the five on the table and he sat down. "I think my key would be in the lobby so I'll get it later. Thanks for letting me stay, and for listening to me." He said grabbing three pancakes. I smiled. "You're welcome." I grabbed the last two. "Hey this just occurred to me," I started. He looked up with some food in his mouth. "Why did you play the piano if you hated it?" he stared at me. "My whole family played an instrument. So I played the piano. I wanted to do something different than them. But they wouldn't let me." He answered. "Oh…" I said.

When we were finished, Soul got ready to leave and to go home across the hall. "Hey thanks for letting me stay, I really appreciate it." I smiled. "No problem." Before he turned to leave, he looked at me. "See you at school tomorrow, friend." I smiled. "Yeah see you tomorrow at school, friend." We both laughed. He left and I closed the door. 'Friend… I'm glad he is one of them.'


Well that's the end of this chapter, see you next week! Also if you havn't yet, please read my new story "My Motivation, My Reason".

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