Maka woke early in the morning with a waking sun in her eyes. She instinctively turned away, shutting her eyes defensively as she pulled the covers over her head. It was too early for her to be awake or woken up for a Saturday.

Her eyes were a bit swollen from crying last night. Soul could easily get under her skin with his words and how he tries to control her. At first it made her heart race with the thought of him caring for her more than just a weapon. But lately, she's felt suffocated by his protectiveness to the point she can't stand to look at him from last night.

She opened her eyes and pulled the cover off before she sat up in her small bed. The young girl studied the wrinkles in the covers; tracing every line and curve with her eyes until she became lost. Her head turned to the clock on her wall that read 8:17 a.m. Yup, it's early, she thought. But it also meant it was too early for either Soul or Blair to be up.

A small smile crept on her face and she was out of her bed in a flash. It was a good thing that Maka's room had its own bathroom; Soul had given it up to her so she could do her 'mysterious' girl things without him knocking on the door. The girl quickly and quietly brushed her teeth and washed her face. She studied her face in the mirror and when she didn't find anything out of place, she continued to her hair.

After brushing out a few knots, Maka left her bathroom and moved back into her room to pull out an outfit from her dresser. After much consideration, she decided on a black t-shirt with white wings printed on the back, a crimson hoodie sweater vest, her plaid skirt, and a pair of her knee high boots. She checked herself in the mirror and with a smirk she went out the door.

The sun was in the sky with his laughing grin spread across his drooling face. Maka walked down a busy street and was greeted with many smiling faces. It was funny how different the city looked from day to night. Every store was open and full of business with the sound of laughter and conversation. Maka made her way down the street as she looked at every stand with awe. She had almost forgotten how many different and exciting things were sold in her own city.

The young girl was so lost in her window shopping that she didn't noticed the man standing beside her.

"Oh, I'm sor-! Ah, Sh-Shihan?" Maka looked up to find the white haired instructor smiling down at her with his sunglasses hiding his eyes.

"Oh, Maka-kun. What a coincidence. What are you doing up so early this fine Saturday morning?" Wes smiled which could out shine the sun himself.

"I'm not doing anything in particular. Just wanted to get out of the house before Soul could wake up," Maka's eyebrows came together in anger.

"That's no good," Wes placed his index finger in between Maka's eyebrows, making them part away from each other instantly. "If you do that, you'll get wrinkles," the man chuckled.

Maka could only stand there feeling the warmth from her instructor's finger. She could feel her cheeks slowly beginning to flush from his touch.

"What did that boy do to you?" he finally lowered his finger.

"U-Uh…It's a long story…" Maka looked away after snapping out of her trance.

"Well, I'm a good listener and I have all the time in the world." Wes bent over to Maka's eye level and smiled in her face.

"B-But I'm sure you were shopping! …I don't want to get in your way…"

"Nonsense! I already finished with my shopping. Isn't that right Mr. Napa?" Wes smiled back at his servant who was waiting by a black car.

"Hai, Wesu-sama. Shall I drive back home and prepare lunch then?" the older man asked with a bow.

"That would be wonderful, thank you." He agreed as Mr. Napa climbed into the car and drove off. "See? I have time for you Maka-kun."

She smiled, "Thank you."

"Where would you like to go? The park is nearby," Wes suggested.

"I'd like that…"

"So, you're saying Soul is acting controlling?" Wes finally came to a conclusion after hearing Maka's problems as they sat on a bench in the park.

"Yeah, it's getting really annoying…I don't know why he acts that way though…" Maka began to frown at the unknown thought.

"Perhaps…he's jealous."

Maka's eyes widened, "Wh-What? Jealous of what?" her heart began to race as her face turned red.

"Of us."

Maka watched as Wes slowly turned his head to look at her. Suddenly, all sound around her seemed to stop; only the beating of her heart was loud in her ears.

Wes suddenly poked Maka's forehead, causing her to sway back and forth before snapping back to reality. "But who are we to kid? There isn't anything for him to be jealous of, right?" the man laughed slightly.

"…R-Right…" Maka muttered before looking down at her boots.

"It seems he likes you more than just a friend Maka Albarn." He looked down at her behind his sunglasses. "Try not to let it get to you. This is his way of showing he cares."

Maka listened to the man's words. "But…what if I…love someone else…?" she slowly looked up at him with quivering eyes.

Wes stared back at her. "That's for you to figure out. When it comes to the matters of the heart, you can listen to others' advice, but in the end, you still have to make the choice yourself." Maka looked down at her hands in defeat. Just then, Wes' hand covered both of her tiny ones, causing Maka to quickly look back at the man and found him leaning in close. "I'm sure who ever you love, shares the same feelings…" he whispered to her with a smile.

Maka's breath caught in her throat.

"Oh, Maka-kun, did you want to know a couple of interesting things about the violin? I forgot to tell you the last time we had practice." Wes quickly changed the subject as he pulled away.

"U-U-Uh…s-sure…" the girl uttered nervously; trying hard to calm her racing heart.

"Did you know that the word 'violin' came from the Latin word 'vitula'? It means 'string instrument'."

The young girl shook her head.

"It also got most of its modern characteristics in the 16th century in Italy. Oh, if only I could have lived in those times…" Wes stared off into the clear blue sky.

"16th century? I didn't think it was that old…" Maka commented.

"Oh, but it is! It's older. Back in those days, they made the strings out of different materials than what yours is made of."

"Really? What did they make it out of?"

"Gut."

"Gut?"

"Yes, gut."

"…You can't possibly mean…human…guts…could you?" Maka fearfully asked, feeling a wave of disgust rising.

Wes laughed. "Of course not! 'Gut' refers to sheep gut that was stretched to be used as the strings."

"S-Sheep?" Maka's eyes widened.

"Yes, and the bow you play with- -"

"Oh, no…"

"- -Made from horse hair." Wes finished with a smile.

"Oh thank Shinigami-sama…" she exhaled in relief. "Please tell me they still don't string it with…gut…"

"No, not many are made that way anymore…"

"You mean…they still…do…?" Maka felt ill.

"Oh and by the way, I need to take your violin to a luthier so that he may add the fourth string that it's missing. I can have Napa pick it up from your apartment."

"Oh, sure. Do you need my address?"

"Yes, please."

Maka searched her vest for any paper or pen she could write with but to no avail.

"Here, use this to write on my hand," Wes made a pen appear from nowhere and handed it to the girl.

"Oh…are you sure?" she took the pen as she studied Wes' facial expression.

"No, I don't mind. Go ahead."

With permission, Maka began to write down her address.

"Soul-kun~" Blair's voice rand out. "Soul-kun, wake up!" the cat slid her body up a sleeping Soul before he woke up screaming.

"Gah! Get off of me!" he pushed Blair off. "What do you want? It's Saturday…" he grumbled, laying back in bed and pulling the blankets over his head.

"I just wanted to tell you Maka-chan is gone!" Blair huffed; upset to be ignored.

"Huh? What do you mean she's gone?" Soul instantly got out of bed and out his room.

"Just like I said, she's not here." Blair followed the boy into an empty Maka's room.

"When did you find out?" Soul asked, looking around her bed room for a note.

"About…5 minutes ago."

Soul looked at the clock and read 9:36 a.m. "It doesn't make sense, she should still be asleep…" the white haired boy looked under her bed and found her shoes. Her regular boots were there but her knee high boots were gone; meaning she was dressed up. "Crap, where could she be?" he slammed his hand on her bed.

"She didn't leave a note…" Blair's ears lowered in sadness.

"Ugh! I gotta find her," he decided as he left the room and back into his room.

"Ah, but where will you look?" Blair asked from behind his closed door.

"Everywhere," he answered after opening the door to reveal he had changed into his black and yellow jacket and crimson jeans. He walked passed Blair again and made his way to the bathroom.

"Shouldn't we just wait for her here? I'm sure she'll come back sooner or later…" Blair muttered behind the door as Soul took care of his hygiene.

"I can't wait for her. It feels weird for me. I…" Soul paused at the door, "…I'm her weapon…I can't sit still without her by my side…" he finished before walking out.

"Shihan, what time is it?"

"Mmm…9:30."

"Oh, wow. I better be going." Maka stood up.

"Got somewhere to be?" Wes asked.

"Well…no…I just…feel kind of bad for leaving without a word…" she looked down at the grass underneath her feet.

"I understand; I'm happy to have spent time with you, Maka-chan…"

"What did you- -?"

But before Maka could turn to face Wes and ask her question, the white haired man leaned in and kissed her. His lips were gentle yet hungry for so much more. He placed his hands on each of her cheeks; not wanting to let go. Maka felt her heart stop and her head spin. She let out a small moan when he finally pulled away.

"Have a good day, Maka-chan." He smiled as he walked away, leaving a frozen Maka standing in the middle of the park with the taste of desire on her lips.

"Where is she?" Soul continued to walk fast down the busy street; looking everywhere for his light brown haired meister. He couldn't find her at any of the shops or the restaurants close by. He finally decided to ask if anyone had seen her, "Oi, have you seen a light brown haired girl about this tall?" he asked an older man who ran a fruit stand.

"Eh? Oh, well, I saw a girl with light brown hair; she was wearing a skirt and black boots."

iMaka/i, he thought, "Did you see where she went?"

"Well…she and a man went towards the park…or at least that's what I thought I heard them say that's where they were going…"

"Man? What man?" Soul's heart beat picked up.

"He was a tall slender fellow. But he had the same white hair you do…" the man pointed at the boy's hair.

No… "What color were his eyes?" Soul snapped.

"I-I couldn't say…he was wearing sunglasses…"

"How long ago did you see them leave?"

"Um…about 45 minutes ago…" the man answered nervously.

"Shit!" Soul ran off towards the park at full speed. Please…Please don't let it be him, he screamed in his head as he ran past people.

He finally stopped running when he was in the middle of the park. He turned in every direction and looked at every single person but couldn't find Maka anywhere. Where…Where could she- -

"Hello, Soul…"

Soul turned slowly to face the man he never wanted to see ever again in his life.

"…Wes-niisan…"