To make things clear, I DO NOT hate Soul. This is how I see him.

Disclaimer: I do not own this beautiful series Soul Eater

Soul's Point Of View

The dinners together became quiet. Maka swore to me that she didn't make out with Kid, she was not ready for that mentally. Other pieces of information were all considered a no talk in her book. I didn't know if I should feel relieved by what didn't happen or stressed by what she wouldn't tell me, but I decided to just be grateful for the fact the two didn't seem to get together. If there was something starting, they would have probably completed it by now- but they didn't. Every each day recovered my confidence; there was still hope in sight.

Maybe she's thinking about it, if nothing happened we could still patch up, couldn't we?

Maka's Point Of View

I cried seas. Soul didn't seem to notice, he was too focused in his ego recovery to see I was falling apart. And that just proved my point, no man was pure, they were all monsters.

And Kid?

Kid tried talking to me every time we crossed by, but I always ignored him. He started failing again, gradually returning to symmetry to try and fill his hole. Why did it have to end like this? I couldn't stand the sight of his golden eyes, Looking at me like that. Why me? Why now? why did it have to happen like this? Did I make the right decision? What if I said yes? Should I apologize? Should I keep things the way they are? How can I get back what was lost? Do I want to? What do I even feel for Kid? If I love him, then what am I afraid of? Am I trying to save our friendship? Punishing Myself? Defending? Protecting myself from what happened to mama?

I knew it was a lie, love, but I.. fell for it. Stupid, I thought. Was that it? Purifying us? Trying to save that friendship? Each Question came in a blow. I couldn't face him, not now.

One thing I kept- his ring. I just couldn't bring myself to throw it away, but I couldn't let him, or Soul, for that matter, see it either. Eventually I decided to hang it around my neck, where it went unnoticed by the two.

Kid's Point Of View

Where did I go wrong? Was I too pushy? I never touched her without asking first. She drifted away from me, leaving me to break down alone. What caused this? Did she realize my feelings and got scared? It was my fault. I've gone too fast... no, I was not the only one to blame. The other fault was... Soul's.

I couldn't tell Liz, I didn't want her to deal with us two fighting. She got the important bits on her own anyway- seeing as she refused to talk to Maka. I was so grateful I still had my two sisters with me, Black*Star couldn't see me that much anymore because Tsubaki apparently took Maka's side. I missed him, but I didn't want to act selfishly and stand between the two. Not because of my stupid depression, anyway.

What killed me the most was the sight of Maka breaking down just like I did. I had to help her. After all, love was so much more then kisses. I cared for her, even if she did take down my ring.

I failed my tests, realizing that there was no point. I'm death's son, so It didn't matter to me. Yet, I held myself in place, not returning to my old habits. I don't think Maka realized this either- if I ever lost my sanity, I'd lose all we had left, what she taught me. Love kept me sane, even if it took my happiness.

"I can't go on like this." I decided, running a plan through my head.

Maka's Point Of View

The day was over. I ditched Soul and ran down the DWMA stairs. Why does he keep smiling? Doesn't he realize I will never change my mind? Love was an illusion, and even if it became real, it wouldn't be us, no.

I screamed as I felt a hand grab my waist, quickly flying up with me in its hold. "What the hell?" the hand softly put me on the skateboard. "Are you okay?" the view was terrifying, my stomach turned. "Kid you pervert!" I yelled, causing him to laugh in a tone that made me shiver. "Are you cold?" He asked, helping me sit down on Beelzebub. "Put me down." I said, breathing shallowly. "No" he replied. " .DOWN" I shouted. He sat next to me, covering my shoulders with his jacket. Why is he such a gentleman? A kidnapper, yes, but a gentleman at the same time. "If I'll let you down now you will ran away. Can you promise you'll talk to me?" I remained quiet. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, making me feel a sudden pain in my chest. He was tiered of my games, but still refused to give up. I must find a way of escape. I breathed silently, jumping off in hopes of landing on something soft.

"Maka!" He shouted, flying Beelzebub in top speed and catching me only a few meters away from the ground. "What is the matter with you?" His shocked expression did no effect on me. "I'm taking you somewhere else." He determined, holding me close. My heart pounded so hard I was sure he heard it.

We landed on the ledge of an oasis, a few kilometers away from Death city. "I was so scared." He said. I curled into a ball. "Why do you keep talking to me?" I asked. "I figured you already know, I love you." I fought the urge to spit in disgust. "You're lying." I accused. He nudged a little closer. "Maybe. And maybe not every love story has the same end." I lifted my head. "Where is your mom then? Where are they all? We're all orphans. No love is true. Not the love of a mother, not the love of a lover, not even the love of a friend." I pulled my nose. "There's a difference between leaving and dying, you know." He smiled at me. I hated him for that. "You have friends, don't you? Isn't that all a lie?" I did not reply. "I know love is imagination, but... it is enjoyable. So... do you wanna play pretend?"

Kid's Point Of View

She looked at me with those emeralds of hers, making me fall in love again. "It's been so long.. I don't know how. The entire thing seems childish." She said. I breathed deeply. "I'm childish, huh? I guess you're right. I am kidnapping you after all." She raised an eyebrow as I summoned two tents. "For how long are you planning to keep this going?" I smiled. "For how long are you planning to hate me?" she got up. "Tch". I reached for her hand, happy to feel her fingers fit in mine. "Don't get ahead of yourself." She said, pulling out her pigtails with her other hand.

"You know, I can always call your father using water." She looked at me as we set dinner near the oasis. It held the shape of a cave, and looked as clear as crystal. "I don't see the problem; after all, he did encourage me to do this." Her eyes opened widely. "You're kidding, right?" I shook my head. "He said I should 'Follow your reaper instincts and heart'." Maka laughed at the silly voice I made, accurately mimicking my father. Yea, that was a part of me nobody else should know of. Maka suddenly stopped laughing, frozen as she realized her position. "Well then, papa." I blinked at her. "He was sent to Amsterdam to kill a witch. I don't think he'll answer." She shivered, thinking on whatever her dad could be doing in Amsterdam. "Soul, Stein, anybody!" I looked sadly upon her. "Do you really hate me so much?" I didn't want her to feel raped; it was supposed to be romantic. "I told you I don't know how to play this game, nor do I approve of it." I sighed, staring right into her eyes. "Even if it makes me happy?" I saw the green color darken, assuring me she indeed, loved me back. She just needed to realize it too.

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