'Taste me, drink my soul, show me the things I shouldn't know, and there's a new moon on the rise.'

I roll over in the bed just as soon as the song blares through the empty-like house, killing anything with ears- I swear to god. Next to me Soul is sound asleep, able to block out any sort of annoyance in the world.

Two seconds later when the song doesn't stop and continues, the female artist's voice rising several vocals before dropping, I can feel Soul shift and sit up.

"Turn that goddamn depressing song OFF!"

I suppress a giggle as Soul lies back down and folds his arms around my waist, the song now off and the only noise the slow ticking of a clock and April shuffling for clothes.

Just as I almost drift back to sleep, there's a thump and I'm wide awake again, staring at the haunting ceiling that never stops staring at you. I groan and try to bury my face in Soul's chest since he's obviously the only one out of us fully clothed- or nearly fully.

Then, the sound of metal scraping against metal as the curtains are pushed roughly aside to show the sun straight in my face.

"LOOK! It snowed! It snowed!" ... and April's dancing around the room for who the fuck know's why, a skirt half pulled up her body, a shirt unbuttoned, screaming about snow.

Wait, snow?

I glance outside, just to see a fine layer of white frost resting on the yard, shimmering from the sun. My eyes widened- the last time I saw it snow was when I was five and had the flu terribly.

From beside me, Soul yawns again, pulling me back closer to him and as he completely ignores the fact that his sister is singing and dancing and is practically naked.

Which reminds me of my current situation, I thought, glancing down at my body.

OoOoOoO

Breakfast was an awkward affair. Mostly because Soul slept throughout most of it, his head dangling off his shoulder, drooling.

Which, left me and April, who had nothing whatsoever to say to each other.

So, I just sat there my hands clasped in between my legs, watching Soul sleep and not looking at April- I mean, she's supposed to be dead for fucks sake!

"You know, Soul's not really my brother."

I look at April strangely for a second, noticing that she has bright blue eyes, just like the pictures I seen of Soul's brother, Wes. Instantly, the truth clamps down on me.

"I mean, he's my brother, but, not in the sense of usuality... here-"

She shoves a large photobook into my hands before turning back to her food.

I open it to the first page, a picture of April, Soul, and Wes, crowded around a Christmas tree, smiling. It had to be when Soul was five or six, his teeth weren't that sharp yet. Flipping to the next one I see Soul in a graduating Kindergarten class, kids are crowded around him, smiling, while he seems blurry and smug. It takes me a second to realize that the teacher is in the picture too, black hair ruffled, and glasses perched on his nose.

I take a deep breath, flipping to the next page. Once again, it's Soul, and he's at a park, or maybe backyard, next to his teacher again, except for this time the teacher with a child on his lap, who looks the age of Soul... with pink hair.

At this point, I nearly drop it. Shakily, I manage to look through the rest of it, every family photo, solo pics, graduations, recitals, everything.

In the back of the book was a small pocket, another group of photo's folded over roughly to hide them apparently. I dug into it, trying to grab the damn things, and looked.

They were what looked like pictures you get when you walk into the those little photo booths. Soul's mother- or assumed- and another man, whom I took it not to be his father. Why? Because I saw his father in all the other pictures.

I let the pictures fall.

"See? Soul's my half brother."

I choke, looking at Soul, his head resting on his shoulders breathing in and out softly. "Does he know?" I ask.

She smiles sadly, shaking her head all the same.

And I had always thought that I had problems, I had always hated men, what about Soul? True, I trusted Soul, but why? Was there actually something buried underneath all that laziness, negativity, and lonely smile? Apparently, I had found whatever it was.

Suddenly it wasn't about me, it was about everything else. "Listen- April, I have a few questions, and I don't want you to lie."

"Right!" She said, giving me a thumbs up happily.

I looked at her, could she be lieing? I guess I was taking the chances. "Okay, recently a friend of mine went... insane, any idea's on why? And, why would he lie to us about you being dead, he very rarely makes friends and agreements that quickly. Also, you act as if you and Soul are short-term friends, however when he speaks of you he talks as if you are a rainbow on a rainy day, why?"

She rolled her eyes, her smile slightly twisted now as she smiled. "Of course, I can answer all three."

Then, out of nowhere she left. I sat there and waited until she returned, a large brown leather book in hands. "Well, to answer your last question, me and Soul have always been close, I guess after not seeing him for so long it made me kind of edgy. And your other question about the pink haired boy? He didn't want anybody to get hurt, so he helped me fake my death."

I watched her as she flipped through the book, coming to a stop in the dead middle. "And your final question, I read up somewhere that some half-witches- slash- witches can be affected by touch of another witch. So, if your friend recently touched a witch, all he'd have to do to go back to normal is touch another witch."

"And where the hell do you expect me to find a good witch who would actually do that? In case you didn't notice Crona is a ward of the witches!"

She shrugged. "Whatever. Just a suggestion, but not all witches are bad, there has to be at least one good witch that you know, even a half-witch would work!"

I frowned, trying to think of somebody- anybody- nothing came to mind.

Wait, that's a lie. One person came to mind, however I doubt that they'd actually do this task for all the money in the world.

Author Note: Well, after writing 10 compete chapters for just this story, it really makes me wonder if I'm cut out to be a writer. Don't worry, I'm not giving up just yet! I haven't even started the sequel! :)

See you all in Chapter 11

~Comments to reviewers from author on Chapter 9~

A.D. Aldous Dragon- Aaaw thanks. Sorry, I think queer is a lot better than writing my personality (er... violent, happy, queer, everything...) Yes, a sofa with a thousant pillows, I love those sofa's. No, Maka did not, I wouldn't either, when have you drank tea from a stranger? Well, yes it was a single sentence, however I am very music deaf, and all I can understand is rhythm, which, hopefully will change when I can start playing piano of my own (hopefully) Holiday time? Time to move to Singapore! I have actually never heard of Skyrim (sorryz) however, I will read your story just because I can!

Xiledsoul- I'll probably send you a PM in the next couple days. I new idea for a story? Of course I'm interested, I feel so important just for writing this story, now I'm being requested for for discussions? *hyperventilate*

This Is Our Show- Good. Your supposed to be confused. And if by the end of this, PM me and we can discuss it over tea and cookies.

B.V. the Epic- Great, agreed terms, so which treaty should we use to finalize this, Treaty of Paris? Yeah, I suppose it did *sheepishly* just had to write it down somewhere, and during a fight scene is NOT going to cut it, sorry. Besides, it's necessary for the story.

kyoko hanna albarn- Yes, it varies upon her mood. See, somehow I get the feeling that she is Bi-Polar.

Author Note: (yes, again) I must note, that if you have not read the Doujin for Soul Eater called Upright, you MUST! It is the single most greatest Soul X Maka thing alive!

~Miki

P.S. If you know the song in the beginning, and guess correctly in your review, you win a virtual cookie! (Or King Sized Hershey bar, whichever)