I'M BACK! Not done with my history paper, but finished 90% of it. The hard work is done. Just citations and works cited stuff. Anyways I have this amazing chapter I need to share with you & hopefully you'll leave a review. In the last chapter, I'm going to tell you my new idea for a Soul & Maka fanfic & would love some imput.

What the hell was wrong with me?

I just walked to my room and groaned. Why do I keep doing this to myself? I wanted to just punch the wall, no matter what Kid would tell me. Black Star would probably try to prove that he could punch a larger hole in the wall.

I just sighed and dug my face deep into my pillow. I wanted to be in the dark right now, but there was a knock on my door.

"Soul," Justin asked, just opening the door.

"What is it," I asked angrily. He is my therapist. There isn't much purpose in hiding anything.

"Can we talk?"

"Sure," I said lifting myself up and sitting against the wall.

Justin took his usual seat at my desk and asked what was wrong.

I sighed and curled my hands into fists.

"Everything."

"What's everything? People? Music? The demon?"

"Yeah, actually," I said easing my hands and looking up in disbelief.

"Alright. Let's start with the demon."

"He came back during therapy…" Justin cut me off.

"Right, I remember that. Maka came in and told me that you needed to take care of this on your own. She stayed by your side the entire time though. How ironic. Hiro came looking for her, but I told him she was busy with something. She really does care for you."

I nodded. Maka stayed with me over Hiro? Or is Justin making this up to keep me at ease? I really saw both sides happening, so I didn't ask.

"Well, since we've started on this; let's discuss people. How's the group?"

"Everyone's getting better. I don't see as many 'moments' with them. I just feel like I'm not getting better."

"Why is that, Soul?"

"The demon keeps coming back. Earlier, it would never come back."

"If I may make an observation. You aren't as productive as you used to be. Maybe that's a factor. But question is; why aren't you doing much?"

"Maka," I whispered.

Justin didn't hear my response, but continued anyway. "This brings me to my third question. Music. There's a night where we let the patients perform any talent they have. I figured playing the piano again could help clear your mind."

"Sure. How did you know I haven't been playing?"

"I would be able to hear it. With the way you play Soul, everyone can hear you. Although I occasionally heard it, but I knew it wasn't you. It was too angelic and serene."

"Do you know who it was?"

"No, sorry Soul."

"It's fine. When's this event?"

"It's in two days," he said bluntly.

"How long has this event been planned?"

"A couple weeks."

"You're just telling me now," I asked a little agitated.

"I'm only a therapist. There's a lot of information to memorize. Can't always remember everything, Soul. You'll be fine."

He got up and walked out the door, leaving me to do as I pleased. I went to my desk and grabbed some staff paper. I wanted to write this out instead of just improvising. This song would have more purpose than the others.

Justin had told me earlier in the day that you should dress for the occasion. I stared at myself in the mirror. I wore my signature leather jacket with nice khaki pants. I walked out the door to see the others weren't outside.

I had heard some of them had acts, but I had no idea what they were doing. I wonder if Maka was doing anything. We hadn't really talked a lot, but we had starting to hang out again. It felt good to be near her again.

I continued down the hall and saw how the gym was converted into a stage with curtains. It reminded me of a concert hall in a strange way, but I still grinned. I saw Black Star wave me over to where the performers were.

"What's up," I asked holding my sheet music in my arms.

"You ready to watch me dominate the stage, Soul," asked Black Star.

"Sometimes I don't know why I bother asking questions."

"I'm just kidding, Soul. Slightly, anyway."

I just shook my head and saw several patients and staff members gather in the seats. I even saw the founder of the institution, Dr. Stein standing in the back of the room.

I sat down with Kid and the others as we waited to perform. I didn't see Maka anywhere, which was disappointing. I hope she'll come before any of us perform.

Ox Ford tried to show off by answering as many questions to academic subjects without fault, which was rather annoying. Maka would've made a comment about it, the others just looked bored. Kim and Jacqueline showed everyone some magic tricks. They were predictable, but still interesting. I watched as Black Star and Kid got on the stage for their act.

I kid you not when I say how bothered everyone was by Black Star. He was demonstrating how to beat someone up. That poor kid was Kid and it was extremely hard not to laugh. I just saw Liz look furiously at Black Star.

Liz, Patty, and Tsubaki then got up to break up the actual fight between the two, and got ready to perform. I didn't pay attention to them since I saw Maka walk in and sit down. I also didn't get to see them since I had to watch Kid and Black Star to make sure they didn't pulverize each other.

Kid shook my shoulder telling me it was time to perform. I got up calmly and proceeded to the stage where there was now a piano. I guess I was the last act. I sat down at the piano, propped up my music, and took a deep breath. I started light and high. It sounded almost too tranquil, but this piece truly told a story. It progressed, getting a little faster and more complex. It evolved into a mess of accidentals and naturals; mixed with sixteenth notes, triplets on triplets, and chromatic drops. I paused and started to move out of the murky area, making it back to a peaceful tone.

As I played the last chord slowly, I opened my eyes. I tend to play with my eyes closed. I forgot that I was performing in front of a crowd who had never heard me, but I didn't care what they thought. I heard a small clap from the back and knew it was Maka. I saw the rest of my group join in and Justin nodding his head with a smile. The crowd clapped and smiled. I bowed and retreated back to the dorms with the group.

We all hung in my room since the others complained their rooms were too messy. I sat on my bed with Maka who was fighting off sleep. Kid had Liz help him with his bruises while Patty laughed at the whole ordeal. Black Star wouldn't apologize, but Tsubaki kept trying to coax him into it. I laughed and felt Maka's head hit my shoulder.

"All right we're gonna go," Kid said having Black Star help him through the door into their room. Liz and Patty got up from the desk and said good night. Tsubaki smiled at me and said goodbye. They really were great friends. I don't think I could have made it through without them.

Maka propped her head to see everyone gone. She turned her body to face me and tried to keep her head up. She knew it was late, so she didn't ask why they were gone. She tugged on my sleeve.

"Hey Soul," she asked sleepily.

"Yeah Maka," I asked looking into her mysterious green eyes.

"I loved the song you played tonight. It was like you were telling a story through the melody."

I grinned at her, tipping her chin up to see her eyes. "Maka. I wrote that song for you. It's about our time here."

"Really? Why did you write it, Soul?"

"Because I've been writing songs about you since we met. I can't stop thinking about you Maka. I see your green eyes everywhere and they help me whenever I'm unsure. Maka, I want to be with you so much. When you were with Hiro, I couldn't stand it. I tried to let it go, but there's no way I could forget you. You've changed me so much. I really like you Maka."

She held onto every word I said; her eyes looking deep into mine. I didn't bother to wait for a response. I placed my hand under her chin and moved my head closer to her until our lips met. I kissed her slowly and pushed my tongue through. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I moved my hands to her waist.

We just sat there for a few minutes before she pulled away. I smiled at her and she smiled back.

"Hey Soul," she said through a yawn.

"Yeah," I asked yawning too.

"I like you a lot too."

I smirked. "Maka, if you had to point that out, it's not cool."

She laughed softly and yawned again.

"Hey, Soul. Could I stay here the night?"

"Uh, sure. Why?"

"I don't feel like walking back to my room."

I laughed and picked her up in my arms. I opened my door quietly and moved across the floor slowly. I opened her door and set her down on her bed. I was going to leave when Maka called my name.

"Hey, Soul. Could you stay with me?"

"Sure. Just give me a minute. I'll be right back."

I walked back across the hall to get changed. There was no way I was sleeping in khakis and a leather jacket.

I went back to Maka's room and saw her in bed. I grinned as she tried to stay awake for me.

I got in the bed, turned off the light, and wrapped my arms around her. I sighed and rested my head on a pillow.

"Night, Soul," she whispered.

"Good night, Maka," I whispered back. I felt her hand grip mine and heard her breathe softly before sleep took over.

SO EVENTFUL! Anyways I'm gonna go write part of the next chapter. Hope you enjoyed & don't forget to review with any comments or feedback you have. :)

~Sab Out~