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Lost Voice: The Angel in the Ocean

Chapter 10: Found Mother

For the first time in about five days, Maka woke up alone. She and Soul had finally moved into that room on the second floor, taking their stuff with them. There were two single beds, strategically placed along with two dressers, two closets, two night stands, two shelving units, two vases, two fake flower bouquets, and two lamps to make the large blue toned room symmetrical. The floor was aqua carpet and the wall was turquoise. Soul's bed was made and he wasn't in sight. Maka stretched and got up to make her bed and change clothes. Liz and Patty had finally provided her with some old clothes, but no matter what she wore, she still wore the pouch of the crystal heart. Although her crystals always glowed when a kishin was near, Maka could always sense that without the crystals. The only thing about her crystal adorned outfit was that it was made by her mother and it was comfortable to fight in. Now that she had Soul, Maka didn't need the comfortable clothes for battle anymore, although she'd still enjoy wearing it from time to time. Besides, she needed a change in clothes once in awhile. For now, she slipped on the lacy, silken, pastel pink sundress and white sandals before heading off to locate Soul.

As she made her way down the stairs, the house still softly covered in sleep as the grinning sun was barely rising above the horizon, Maka wondered where Soul could be. She didn't have to think long because a beautiful noise trickled through the air. She recognized the noise instantly as the playing notes of a piano and she instantly followed her ears down the hallway that led from the living room. The noise grew louder, but it was so gently played that the noise difference wasn't completely obvious. Soon, Maka reached a large ballroom with low lighting and white flooring. Up on a stage was a black piano and there sat Soul Evans, coaxing notes from a piano with a gentle yet rough and forceful touch. Some notes were kindly sounded, while the lower notes were slammed out roughly, yet so beautifully. The strange contradictions nearly hypnotized the mute magic-infused human weapon standing at the double doorway. Carefully, she slid her sandals from her feet and set them outside the door. Looking down, she saw the floor was simple linoleum and the stage was tiled; if she did it right, she wouldn't be heard at all. But wasn't that the problem, that she was never heard? Perhaps, in this case, it could be funner to be unheard.

Setting her bare foot from carpet to linoleum initially made her jump back due to the heat transfer from her foot to the tile. It was something she always forgot occurred and never expected, plus she was notorious for rarely going barefoot.

'Cold!' she squealed inwardly.

Still, Soul's piano music implored her. She had to get up there, so she put that foot forth again and completely ignored the cold as she set forth the other. She stood for a moment to adjust before walking forth. She was sheltered within the shadows of her reticence and her inarticulateness as she made her way toward the stage. Wait, what the hell was she going to do when she got there? Maka realized quickly that she didn't even know the answer to her internal question, which disheartened her for a moment. She shook her head as Soul continued playing and mentally slapped herself again, cursing her impulse. Suddenly, Soul played more higher notes. He dropped his other hand and just played those notes, like Maka had at his home that day. In fact, he seemed to be playing those exact notes; did he recall them or something?

"Don't worry Maka. Today, we will find your mother and we will be one step closer to getting your voice."

What the hell? Did he know she was here? Her mind eased when it became clear that he in fact was oblivious to the fact Maka was standing right there. This became clear when Soul simply continued on his playing and didn't turn to her or anything. Suddenly, Soul completely focused on dark notes, slamming down on the keys so hard that Maka swore she thought his fingers would break. She finally made it up onto the platform and crossed it over toward Soul's turned back.

She saw that his eyes were closed as he hit the keys harshly, yet the notes came beautifully, although they instilled frightening fear in their sound. With a quivering and unsure hand, Maka reached out and struck a lighter note with her left, leaving her right at her side. Carefully, she played more of the lighter notes, until Soul finally noticed. He opened his eyes to see his two pale hands and a left hand, which was slightly less pale than his own. The fingers were slender and nimble, a hand that could only belong to...Soul rose his head, not letting up on playing, though he eased up on hitting them so harsh. There she stood, beautiful and so expressed, yet unspoken. She didn't realize how easily he could read her and he didn't quite feel like letting her know. He removed his left hand from the piano and simply played the low notes to her high notes.

She was inarticulate, he was vocal, she fought and he aided, she cried and he comforted...

...she stayed high and he remained low.

Yet the notes supported one another and danced together, playing together with something pure at heart, no matter how countering they were. Soul rose his left into the air above the piano and Maka stared at it blankly. She didn't understand what he wanted.

"You don't know the high five?" Soul asked in disbelief.

Oh, that's what he wanted! She rose her right and gave Soul a high five, which caused him to look at her more.

"If you knew, then why...?"

Maka heaved her inarticulate sigh and lifted a finger to the dust on the piano.

'They were rare for me. I wasn't accepted; remember? I only knew because mom would give me at least one everyday.'

He removed his hand from the piano keys and stood up, causing Maka to stop playing as well.

"Here Maka, let me show you a cool trick. This is the coolest high five I've ever seen, but Kid isn't a cool enough friend for me to use it with."

He led her to the ballroom floor and faced her deadpan eyes that mixed with her calm expression. Soul held his right hand out to her.

"Okay, take my hand with your left and then run forward as I will, but don't let go. Just before our arms fully extend behind us, turn around and our hands should switch but stay held. You then let go and give me a high five. Oh and remember to turn as to not twist your arm or something. Ready?"

Maka nodded and took his hand. Together, they ran forward and passed one another, keeping their grasp on the other's hand. Before both arms were at full extension, Maka and Soul turned to face one another again on the opposite sides they had been. Their arms bent into approximately a 45 degree angle as their hands stayed clasped. Maka let go and swung back as Soul did before crashing into his hand with a high five. He held on her hand when it met his and nodded at her, squeezing slightly. Smiling, she nodded back and gave his hand a squeeze as well.

"And that's all there it is to it. I think I saw it on TV or something, because I've never actually done that with anyone."

Maybe that was another reason she trusted him; he didn't fit in so well either and he didn't have too many friends. They left the ballroom and crossed into the living room just as breakfast was called to order. Stein, somehow, arrived at that moment and Liz got the door again. Soul and Maka joined Kid, Stein, Liz, Patty, Black Star, and Tsubaki at the table for French toast and hash browns

"Okay, today, I know that Soul, Maka, Kid, and I are going to look for Maka's mother. Does anyone else wish to come with?" Stein asked.

"I want to go! I, the amazing Black Star, wish to accompany you!"

"If Tsubaki wishes to go, then you can come too," Kid stated.

Tsubaki shrugged, "Why not? I'll go."

Black Star cheered and went on a rant about his godliness. However, no annoyance could erase the smile glued to Maka's face as she ate her breakfast. Soul's was less obvious, but it was there as well.

"Liz, Patty, you two have to come as well for obvious reasons," Kid stated.

Soul looked blank, "Why?"

Kid peered at him and then chuckled at his own forgetfulness.

"Didn't I ever mention that Liz and Patty are humanoids that turn into perfectly symmetrical guns? Their programmed so well that you can't tell, no?"

Every single last person at the table aside from the aforementioned humanoids gaped at Kid in ultimate shock, even Stein!

"I didn't make them," stated Stein with confusion.

"No, I actually don't know their creator; I found them on the streets being scary rebels and wielding one another. They were everything I needed rolled into two, so I hired them and they're my only maids. If you can even call them that, they are more like friends to me."

Liz and Patty nodded, smiling so very humanly.

Soul shrugged, "Welcome to my messed up life."

After a digestion wait, Maka got her pad and pen before following the group out the door for the trek East.

"Maka, use Soul Perception. See if she's still at the East," Stein stated.

After glowing for awhile and searching, Maka confirmed that Kami was still at the east, just outside of Death City. She nodded to Stein and the others to let them know before Kid led the way to the single road leading out of Death City.

"What's Kami or whoever look like anyway?" asked Liz

"She looks a lot like Maka," Stein responded.

Soul, Kid, and Maka nodded in agreement, figuring that was the best way to describe Kami Albarn's physical appearance.

"Are you excited to see her Maka?" Soul asked.

Maka smiled and nodded quickly. She loved her mother, she was there for her better than her father was. One thing Maka just didn't understand was why Kami didn't stop Spirit from stopping her heart. Why didn't Kami just take the heart from Spirit and save her daughter? The group soon emerged from Death City and headed eastward in the desert void of hot baked sand. Soul was thankful Maka and Stein had convinced him to wear the cotton white t-shirt and shorts as they had convinced the others to dress cool and comfortably as well.

"It's so freaking hot," gasped Liz.

"Hot, hot!" sang Patty.

"We can't afford water yet," Kid stated.

When Death City was out of sight and they were officially somewhere east of that city, Maka found herself alert and slightly edgy. She wrote quickly and showed it to Soul.

'Kishin! There's a kishin!'

"Stein, Maka and I are going to have to fight, give us some water."

Stein passed them a water bottle from which both drank two gulps before Soul handed it back. Just as Soul handed the bottle back, a woman cloaked in white and blue appeared before them with below shoulder wavy blond hair and green eyes. She was Maka's splitting image; Kami Albarn. But was it really Kami?

"Maka! Oh Maka!"

Maka's deadpan eyes narrowed and she clasped Soul's hand. Using their hands, she balanced her pad and wrote.

'Soul, that is not my mother. That is a kishin in disguise.'

Soul looked at her, wishing she was kidding, but her face told him she wasn't. He passed the pad back over to Stein and stepped toward the Kami-kishin.

"You are not Kami Albarn, you are a fake!" called Soul, putting Maka's words into a vocal.

The woman paled and looked at him glaringly.

"What are you talking about? I am Kami-!"

"No you aren't! Maka says you aren't, therefore you aren't Kami."

Suddenly, a voice called out from the left.

"Very true, because I am Kami!"

Maka and company looked to the left to see the exact same person wearing a white and blue traveling dress fit for the desert. A large khaki colored backpack hug on her back and she carried a water bottle in her hand. Maka brightened immensely and confirmed to everyone that this was indeed her mother by rushing up and giving the young woman a hug. She rushed back to Soul and allowed him to wield her as the kishin burst into it's demonic human form, showing it's true colors.

"Maka! Someone explain to me what is going on here and who that kid is that is wielding my daughter, who actually shouldn't be living based on the last time I saw her!" Kami's voice rattled in rising surprise, confusion, and severe shock mixed with shards of joy from seeing her daughter alive.

Soul held Maka's form carefully and swung her swiftly, striking the kishin back.

"Now is not the time to ask things like that!" he called.

Liz and Patty transformed into their gun forms and Tsubaki became Black Star's sword. The entire group outside of Stein and Kami launched themselves to Maka and Soul's aid, slashing and shooting at the evil kishin. Finally, Kami's arms went into bright orange blades as she flung herself at the kishin to aid in the battle. With it being so many pounding at one kishin at the same time, the doppelganger kishin died quickly, fading into a blue and white glow.

Liz, Patty, Tsubaki, Kami and Maka turned back. Automatically, everyone except Soul and Maka took five steps back away from Kami.

"Maka...it's really you. Oh Maka, I'm so glad you're alive!"

Kami rushed forward and hugged her mute teenage daughter. She pulled back and gave Maka a plain old high five, which made Maka recall the events this morning. Maka motioned to Soul for her pad and he retrieved it from Stein. With it in hand, Maka quickly wrote stuff down.

'Kami, this is my new friend and my wielder, Soul Evans. He caught the crystal heart and revived me about five days ago. Now he and my new friends are trying to help me find Asura so I can get my voice back. Soul is very trustworthy, he even gave me my crystal heart back to me for me to control on my own. Will you come back to Death City with us and help?'

Maka gave Kami the note and even showed her the pouch. Kami turned to Soul and smiled.

"Thank you Soul. Thank you so much for being Maka's truest friend. Of course I'll go back to help."

Soul blushed and looked away demurely, "Ah, it was nothing really...I...um."

The group, including the aphonic human weapon, laughed at Soul's embarrassment. Maka ran back to him and pulled him over closer to Kami and herself. Using the two, Maka gave them a group hug and the rest of the group warmed at the sight. Cheerful and delighted, Maka walked back to Death City with Soul, Kami, and the rest.