A/N: Aww you guys give me the warm fuzzies.

Hey, can you imagine what it must be like to be eaten by a dragon? Cuz that's all I think about right now... That and how much I love jelly babies :D

Sorry I didn't update the other day, but I had writers block (honestly, I had no idea what to write...) Also, there was a certain anime I was watching called Fruits Basket (which my sister kept harping on about, so I checked it out to see what the fuss was about.)

Now...the moment you all (probably haven't) been waiting for...REVIEWS!
Lady Shadow 77 - Yeah, I love my witty sayings too! They're so... witty? (Clearly lacking wittiness today...) And I'm glad that you liked me updating so quickly. It inflates my already overly-large ego! :D
Rossingol - ...*sobs uncontrolablly* I'm...so...TOUCHED! *sobs louder* You picked reviewing over Lord Death crying? Extreme emotion makes me extra emotional :') Thanks so much for reviewing and I'm really glad you like my work! ;D
LucidityAcheived - It's okay! With all you nice reviewers, Lord Death had actually started...singing... I've never heard such a drunken version of 'Girls just wanna have fun'... *shudders* No problem on the reviews and favs. :) And good luck with finding that headwear of yours. The fluffiness got to me too. :) Though please don't explode!

Safe And Sound by Taylor Swift ft. The Civil Wars

Soul POV-

If someone asked me for the saddest moment of my life, I wouldn't reply with what you'd think. You'd probably think of fighting the kishin Asura, eating Blair's soul and then finding out it was a cat's soul so we'd have to start over, almost dying in that cathedral, realizing I didn't fit in with my family, the black blood nightmares, etc, etc. The list goes on. But the single most horrifying moment of my life was after we'd killed a pre-kishin. Just another pre-kishin we had to kill, yet it had a horrible ending.

It started out normally. We chose the job and left for the mission, one in Death City, so we didn't travel anywhere. Maka was doing her usual silent preparation as we waiting for it to emerge in the evening, unspeaking and mentally preparing herself for what was about to happen. Finally, the darkness fell and Maka started to come out of the silence, becoming more alert.

Then the pre-kishin appeared. His story was a tragic one. Another victim of greed, this man, once a father and a husband had started eating souls. Once the insanity of the pre-kishin hit him, he lashed out and killed his own wife. His child, a little girl only a few years younger than Maka, had disappeared and they suspected the pre-kishin was going after her. He'd last been seen in this area. It was disgusting, how greed could destroy so much.

Then from our perch on a random roof, we heard a shrill scream. Maka sat bolt upright and rushed to where the scream came from, not waiting for me as she jumped from roof to roof, leaving me to scramble after her.

I caught up to her as she dropped down from the roof she was on and onto a dimly lit street below. I jumped down after and took only a second to take in the scene in front of me.

A small, frightened girl stood only a few metres in front of Maka, her clothes splattered with flecks of blood and any skin uncovered by her nightgown was spotted with scratches and cuts. Looming in front of the girl was the pre-kishin. One of the more normal ones we'd seen, but still terrible none-the-less. It looked like a thirty year old man, but it was hard to tell with all the blood. Blood coating it's hair like a disgusting dye, covering it's clothes so much that they were all red with it and smeared across it's skin, especially around it's mouth. It's eyes were black, with no whites or pupils... just black and when it grinned grusomely at us, it's teeth were more pointed than mine and sickeningly red. I had to fight the urge to throw up at the sight of it, the smell of death that clung to it.

Maka had obviously been affected too, looking pale and her pupils like a pinprick in her eyes. She reached out a hand for me quickly and I grabbed it, changing effortlessly into my sythe form, a change that had one been so difficult and uncomfortable, now as easy as breathing.

The creature was stalking toward the shaking, little girl with a horrible grin on it's face. Maka gripped me tightly and rushed in front of the girl, who I realized must be the missing daughter, the one they thought the pre-kishin had been targeting.

"Get back!" She shrieked at the girl and she quickly rushed back, away from the pre-kishin and from us. But she didn't take the chance to get away properly, which may have been a good thing, since the pre-kishin probably would have tried to persue her and make it a lot harder for us to kill it and protect her.

The pre-kishin growled at us, obviously not pleased with our intervention and Maka took the chance to attack it, but it dodged. Soon it became a dance of sorts, we attacked and it dodged. The thing was damn quick too and maka had to keep her guard up, since he was trying to slip past her to get to the little girl who was cowering a little way behind us.

It wasn't long till Maka's skills won out over it's newly found pre-kishin strength and Maka swiped me across his ribs, a sickening sound. The pre-kishin howled and pulled back warily, not dead, just angry. It launched itself at Maka with a shrill cry of fury and Maka jumped up, bringing me down on the pre-kishin as it landed where she'd been and burying my blade into it's head.

I heard a little cry behind us as the thing that had once been a pre-kishin became a soul. I didn't want to eat this one. I felt sickened and my stomach was churning, when I changed back. But then I swallowed back my nausea and choked back the soul. Number 23.

I felt panic, worry and a deep sadness through my lingering link with Maka and I quickly turned to her, wondering what the hell had made her thoughts turn so... horrified and I saw her looking at the little girl behind us, staring at where her once father had been killed... by us.

The girl looked so young and helpless, standing there in that blood-stained nightgown and messy brown hair, shaking like a leaf. Tears were dripping down her pale face and her blue eyes were wide with shock or horror or panic or some emotion I couldn't identify.

I could feel Maka's desperation to do something - anything! - to help this girl and she stepped forward unconciously. The girl let out a choked sob and suddenly flung herself at Maka, clutching tightly to her legs and sobbing hysterically. Maka gasped shakily and then she knelt down and pulled the poor child to her, hugging her tightly as the child sobbed into her shoulder.

"Mama..." The child cried. "I want my mama!" She let out a little grief stricken yelp and clung to Maka tighter.

Maka looked up at me helplessly, her own eyes filled with tears. Sure, we'd saved this little girl's life, but she'd gone through so much and lost her family. We may have arrived in time to save her, but we hadn't saved her mother. Though we wanted to, we couldn't always save everyone. I pulled off my jacket and wrapped it round the little child, who still clung to Maka. This little girl had lost everything her life had been.

We could only watch as medics came to look over the little, crying girl and she was taken away to be looked after, only letting go of Maka then. I could only hold my meister when she watched the girl go, still crying.

Still, we couldn't save everybody, but at least we saved her.

A/N: Poor little girl. Man, I'm kinda sad now. But gotta keep moving on, as my friend always says. Plus, in my head, this girl's life works out as she moves in with her aunt, grows up healthy and joins the D.W.M.A like the girl and boy who saved her that night. Because sad endings make me emotional, so I like to think she had a happy ending. Maybe I'll write about her again one day. In fact, it's highly likely I will.

Review or the cat gets it... *holds up Blair in cat form*
I MEAN IT!

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