Finding Soul proved to be slightly more difficult than Yuki anticipated, she couldn't find him anywhere. Not that he had disappeared off the face of the planet, he couldn't do that. Then a thought struck her; perhaps he was out on an assignment. He and Maka still had a lot of souls to collect before Soul could turn into one of Lord Death's Death Scythes.

As Yuki wandered around aimlessly, she was starting to doubt herself. Was it really such a good idea to reveal everything to Soul, a guy she barely knew? True she felt close to him, felt a connection, but… she was scared of rejection. She didn't want to be secluded from everyone just because of the ugly truth.

These thoughts swimming through her head, she started to feel less and less willing to tell Soul the truth. He'd hate her just like all the other once he knew. Yuki's head then dropped slightly, Medusa was always right; no one could possibly care for any of them… Medusa was the only one who would accept them. But, just not in the ways any of them wanted.

Medusa saw her children as more of an… experiment, pawns for her game of chess. Medusa wasn't exactly the motherly type; she wasn't someone you would see wanting children. It seemed more liked she just needed others to do the dirty work for her while she schemed how to tear the world apart.

That's where Yuki, Len, Ren and Crona came in…

Yuki let out a long sigh as she sat on the middle of the three spikes on the front of the Academy and stared out over Death City. It seemed almost eerily quiet from her perch, nothing seemed to be in any kind of trouble. Then she remembered why she was here at the DWMA and suddenly she realized how wrong she was; she was the trouble that had come to the Academy.

Everyone would hate her if they knew the truth, they always did.

Below her, Yuki saw a group of kids walking into the Academy. She envied them, seeing the smiles on their faces and hearing them all laugh. She stared at one of them in particular. A girl with short black hair that was in her face and bright, vivid blue eyes that she could see from where she sat. She had pale skin and was short compared to her friends, also much thinner than any of them. Yuki didn't know her of course but she smiled at them all as they passed by.

"Wow Amaya, really?" One of the girl's friends said before they passed through the doors of the Academy and then Yuki didn't see or hear them anymore. Yeah, she envied normal people, the ways they got to live, everything. She just wanted to be accepted as they were—without having to hide the truth.

What a stupid dream, Yuki thought to herself as the wind picked up and it blew her long, jet black hair behind her.

oOo

Yuki nearly dozed off as she sat on that spike on the Academy, but realizing she would fall off, she stood up and decided she should get down. Just as she was about to, however, she saw a sight that made her smile—and it also made tight knots turn in her stomach from intense nervousness.

Soul and Maka were walking back towards the Academy, most likely to repot back to Lord Death. Yuki hesitated, she wanted to go down and pull Soul aside—tell him everything—yet… she just couldn't. Her heart felt like it fell in her chest and her mood slowly started to fall. She then mentally slapped herself.

"Get it together Yuki!" She nearly shouted to herself. Then she realized that the duo was right beneath her and suddenly a blush flared up on her cheeks, hoping that they hadn't heard her. Of course they hadn't, Maka was talking about something Yuki couldn't hear and Soul seemed disinterested as he held his hands behind his head and stared up at the sky while they walked.

Though, he soon noticed Yuki's figure above the Academy and waved at her when Maka wasn't looking. Yuki's blush darkened and she waved back shyly before doing a small back flip and landing on the ground behind the two. Soul looked over his shoulder and shot Yuki a smile, which she returned before waving a silent good-bye and then walking in the opposite direction.

The whole way home she was just thinking of how idiotic she was being.

Tomorrow, she was going to tell Soul, whether she felt ready to or not.