I'm sooooo sorry! I had this major case of writers block! But nothing I can say can really make up for leaving you guys on a cliff hanger for so long. I promise that this weekend I will do nothing but write so that you guys can possibly forgive me!

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*Maka's POV*

I was frozen for what seemed like an eternity. I honestly couldn't believe that he said that, and the fact that I might actually like it. My brain tells me that all of this is wrong, that he is my enemy and that he has done nothing but destroy everything. He ran me away from my friends, family, even my old life. I should want to kill him.

Even watch him lay in pain.

But my heart tells me otherwise. I want to feel free; I don't want to be tied down to something that I possibly don't fully believe in. I'm no longer bound by duty or faith, just by what I want to do and when I want to do it.

Something dawned on me. Just a couple of months ago I would have been disgusted with my heart, everything is wrong with me!

Or maybe something's right? I cringed at the thought. I sat back up and crossed my arms, digging my long nails into my skin. I could feel my nails slowly puncturing my skin drawing blood at the touch. At first there was a slight pain, but after a second it all went away and seemed to wash away the dark thoughts.

Shut up! I screamed inside of my head letting one or two tears flow out of my eyes and down my cheeks. I roughly brushed them away.

How exactly will you do that Maka? Kill me? I'm in your head sweetie, good luck getting me out. The only way you're getting out of this is to die yourself. Was that even an option?

I told you once and this is the last time I will ever. I will kill you. Quit acting like you know me! He laughed in my head but chose not to say anything, smart move on his part.

All of my friends would move on after a while if they haven't already. My father will just find another woman to womanize, my mother probably won't even notice, and Soul will find another partner. Life will go on without me, and that was a harsh reality I was going to have to face, maybe sooner than later.

I sat up and put my head in my palms as I thought about today. If this woman couldn't help me then maybe the courageous and noble thing to do was to end it all. End this torcher, the madness, and all the pain that I've caused. It wouldn't matter if I was here or not, I'm just a child, one child, and one life. There wasn't anything that special about me.

I looked up at the flickering flame and set the date of my demise. The day when Maka Albarn wouldn't be on the earth anymore.

*Soul's POV*

At this point my blood was boiling. I ran my hands through my snow white hair and pulled at the roots. How could her own father do something like this? How could our friends let something like this happen? How could Lord Death do something so uncool like this? I groaned and laid back in the bed.

Sometimes I felt like I was the only one who cared about her. Deep inside I knew it wasn't true but here lately everyone has been writing her off like she's nothing. That's completely wrong; she saved the Damn world for crying out loud! I rubbed my temples to try and calm the brewing head ache in my forehead. In my back pocket I felt something vibrate, I arched my back and pulled out my phone.

It was a text from an unknown number. I debated whether or not to ignore it but something inside of me kept nudging me to open it. I clicked on the message.

Soul I have a plan to help Maka…. Are you in? With everything inside of me I wanted to say yes and to tell me right away, but something about the message didn't seem right. I just had to make sure it was him. I looked for a call back number but all it said was unknown in big, black, blocky letters.

Who is this? I replied back immediately. It seemed like an eternity before the person on the other line responded back. Even though it was probably only five minutes, more or less.

Kid. I jumped up quickly and my fingers were flying over the keys typing as fast as humanly possible.

Call me. I simply wrote back. I had to make sure it wasn't a trap. A million thoughts raced through my head, all of them contradicted each other. On one hand it could be Kid, but on the other it could be some freak organization trying to get me killed. Again I have to add, for like the third time. The phone rang out a loud cheesy ringtone and I answered.

"Kid?" I asked into the receiver with a bit of plea in my voice.

"Soul I'm going to have to be brief with you, I don't have much time." It was Kid's voice no doubt about it. I relaxed my body and leaned against the wall.

"Okay just tell me what to do." My words sounded a little too desperate, but at this moment nothing really mattered other than listen to the OCD boy talk.

"I want you to Skype us back and tell Death Scythe that you will look for the girl and drop Maka's case-"

"This plan already sucks. I'm not going to quit looking for her!" I yelled at him through the phone. I guess they didn't get it the first time I said hell no.

"No listen to me Soul. You said it yourself this girl could lead you to Maka, so just tell them what they want to hear. Get close to the girl and find Maka for us. Keep me posted through calls or text only on this phone. It's untraceable so neither of us can get caught. Do you have any questions?" I breathed out and absorbed all of the information and told Kid I would Skype them back immediately.

I did just what Kid told me to do. I said that I was just stressed and worried about my partner, which got Death Scythe on my side, and that I would put this mission before Maka and get close to Deaths Angel. We all went through the plan and said good bye after about 45 minutes.

The only thing I could do was think about Maka and what I would say to her once I saw her again. And as I closed my eyes I had her haunting image stuck in my brain for me to dream about.

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