So…4 words + two. im a horrible person. + writers block= NOTHING GETS DONE. -_- ugh… Thank the lord jesus almighty for Christmas break. I hate school…TT^TT

Maka stared out her window, a gray day. If the sun had shined at all in the past few days, she certainly didn't notice. Ever since she had been brought back home with her father, whom the others (except Tsubaki) were now calling Kurori due to some kind of mind trick… they were all acting strange. Different.

Soul… wasn't soul anymore. Even though she hadn't known him for very long, she knew this new person wasn't soul anymore. He was crueler, a black side of him that he had never shown towards her before. She didn't know what to think of it, and so she spent most of her time away from the others, trying to think of something… anything… she could do to release from this… this… spell.

Her step-father hadn't attacked her at all yet, but she was sure he would. Maka hadn't slept easy in days, fearing Mr. West would try to do something to her in her sleep. He had tried once using soul, who was to say he wouldn't do it again? Tsubaki was too enthralled with black stars constant shouting and disturbing actions to help with Maka, and so once again…

She was alone.

So… very…

Alone.

Sure she had felt lonely before, but this time it hurt. The last time it hurt this much was when her real father left her ten years ago. A gaping hole that seemed to cut right through her flesh, piercing her very heart, making it bleed to the ground. And yet, this was invisible to everyone else. Maka didn't understand why things had gone so bad so quickly. It was like, just as soon as she began to feel happy for the first time in years, it was destroyed in seconds. A sudden tapping came at the door, and maka jerked around praying it wasn't Mr. West…

"Maka?" The familiar calm voice called. Souls eyes were slanted as usual, but it seemed they were more so now… did he feel sorry for her? "Is something wrong?" He asked, stepping into this room once again. The last time he was in here, that terrible nightmare of being forced to-. Soul shook his head trying to get the memory out of his mind. He looked back up towards her, but Maka had turned back around towards the window. "You've been acting strange lately."

"Ive been acting strange? I wonder why Soul."

"Whats that supposed to mean?"

"You don't find it odd that Kurori brought you back to MY house?" She asked in a mocking tone. "Or that Kurori is suddenly all kind to you and forgives you for everything?"

"Hes a weird guy Maka. But hes kind of like my family, so-."

"Well hes not mine. I hate him." She stated clearly and sternly.

"Why? What did he ever do to you?" He asked, beginning to get frustrated. How dare she say something like that about Kurori.

"Listen to yourself Soul! Don't forget about what he made you do to me!"

"Yeah, but that was just a one time thing. I mean, its not like He hurt you."

"Your right. He didn't hurt me. He hurt you." She stared up into his eyes, but there seemed to be no emotion there. His red eyes were somehow cold. Very cold… and angry.

"Shut up. He never hurt me. Don't get yourself mixed up between Kurori and your step dad who tried to kill me."

"Kurori had you lashed!"

"I deserved it. That's the punishment for disobeying orders."

"Whats wrong with you soul! Your not making any sense!" She cried out to him. Even though he was so close, she felt like he couldn't hear her voice, at all.

"Im just fine! Youre the one that's confused here!"

"Kurori is a horrible person! You said so yourself! Kurori hurt me, and he hurt you!" Unnoticing due to her exasperated rambling, Souls anger was beginning to build. She was talking about his nakama, his family, his best friend. "He sent agents to kill us!"

"Shut up…"

"Hes nothing but a dirty horrible stupid cruel bast-."

SLAP! Maka froze. "Shut up! You have no right to call Kurori those names! You don't even know him you stupid girl! Hes my family! My Friend! And I wont let you talk that way about him!"

Souls opinion of Kurori had completely changed. This wasn't the same soul. Soul promised… He had promised her… Promised she wouldn't get hurt, and now here, HE was the one who had hurt her.

"Soul… why…" She began to whisper, tears pouring into her hands as she tried to make the redness on her cheek go away. Soul felt a sudden pain in his chest, now realizing what he had just done. He didn't control his anger, How? How could he have done that to her?

"You promised!" She sobbed, shouting at him. She couldn't convey her feelings, her hurt, her loneliness, and the ultimate feeling of betrayl. "You promised Soul… You promised…" That was all she could say. Maka erupted from the chair, stumbling over herself, out of the room. Soul… couldn't move. An estranged evil smile crept on his face, as he keeled over to the ground.

Maka ran. She ran, she ran, and she ran. She didn't even pay attention where she was going, her legs just needed to move. To go away, to run away again from that miserable place. Why was it she always felt the least safe and the most unhappy at her own home? Anger and sadness made an energy spark, not letting her legs stop from moving. Her breath became heavy as her sobs became gasps of air, and small yells of pain. When she finally slowed down, she was in the forest once again. She leaned up against a tree, and tried to hide her tears. Soul had hit her…

A red chair in a dark luminescent room, the checkered floors and euphonium record player, a black grand piano that shined in the lamp light. A striped tuxed boy with white hair occupied this chair, his hands bound to it by black liquid rope. His efforts to free himself were useless. When a small red imp devil came into view, the boy lurched his shoulders, and began to growl at the thing in extreme anger.

"YOU BASTARD…" Soul yelled.

"Come now Soul. I did simply what needed to be done. Because of this black blood, you were able to get your anger out on her. Normally you would have just suppressed it and let her have her way."

"YOU HIT HER. I CANT BELIEVE YOU HIT HER YOU F****ING BASTARD!"

"Now now soul… You don't want me to do anything else to her… do you? These were Kurori's orders after all."

"Damn you… Damn you Kurori!"

Maka was so exhausted from running, within moments, she collapsed to the ground in sleep.

When she finally woke up, she was tied once again, in a familiar place.

The Kurori Agency.

"Ah… Miss Maka. Good to see you."

"Kurori…" She growled at him.

"You should have known you couldn't escape me for long little girl. You are mine, and mine alone. Soul cant have you, your father cant have you, only I can have you! Don't you get it Maka? You will never be able to escape me. I will always find you, no matter where you go."

"Why! Why me!"

"You play a very important piece in Souls future Maka. A future that I cant allow to happen. And so ive been watching you. Watching you for such a long time… And when I saw what you became when you grew up, I began to fancy you. You and your petite little body, with your strong heart, that believes that anything can be possible. Sigh… you're a foolish little child. And so I decided to teach you. To teach you the pain in this world, The kind of feelings that exist that make this world a horrible place. When you believe in things, and trust people, only bad things happen maka! I tried to teach you this, but did you learn? NO. Instead you run away with my best agent! MY SOUL. A very piece of my soul created by the Evans and Myself! Soul is mine, and he always will be. YOU are mine, and you always will be. Even if it means I have to kill you both…" Those words left Maka speechless. Seeing this, Kurori was satisfied with her reaction, and began to leave.

"WAIT! What did you do to soul!" Maka pleaded. She wanted to know more than getting herself out of there.

Kurori stopped, glancing over his shoulder to stare at her.

"A little something… called black blood."

"Black…blood?"

"Yes… and once it takes over him… Soul will be mine once again. Don't worry though, youll get to see him eeeevery day once hes here. He just wont be the Soul you remember. He will be my soul"

What was this black blood? Was it some kind of possession? She couldn't let it just take over all her friends! They were the first real friends she had! They fought for her… she couldn't just hand them over to Kurori like this. She HAD to do something. Anger and determination began to surge through her veins, a powerful energy source began to claim her soul.

"Grrr…."

"Monochrome, please see that she doesn't escape."

"Yes sir." A boy girl with purple hair walked into the room, a black long dress covering just above her ankles. Maka didn't seem to notice at the moment, she was too busy trying to get herself free. As Kurori walked out the door, a familiar face was suddenly in front of him.

"Usui? What is it now…"

"Umm well… I was wondering…"

"Yes…?"

"Are you going to eat that sandwhich in the fridge?"

Chrona began to walk towards her old friend... A kind heart she hadn't seen in years now. Maka tugged and tugged at the ropes.

"Maka… its me." Maka jolted her head up at the new voice.

(!) "k-krona?" she cried out, never happier to see anyone in the world.

SLICE, the ropes came off. "Cmon, we have to hurry before…" Without warning, the room was suddenly black. …

"K-krona!"

A little red demon suddenly appeared. … Snap. A red chair with ropes snagged her, sending her head against the wood of the chair as it whipped her into its clutches, whacking the back of her head against its frame.

"Whats going on!"

"Youre in the black blood dear." Snap! A second red chair appeared, but this one already had a person in it.

Soul looked around, trying to escape from the chair. He had been like this for who knows how long now, and… Where the heck was he…? This wasn't the piano room anymore… All he could see was black.

"SOUL!" Soul jerked up when he heard her voice.

"M-Maka? Maka!" He exclaimed, trying to free himself from the chair to get to her. But just as before, it was no use. "Grr… damn you demon! Let me go! Let her go! Maka im sorry! Im so sorry!"

"Oh shut up. "

"You have me, what do you want with her now! You've already hurt her enough you demon!"

"You see little girl, Soul is under my possession now." The demon calmly came and sat on Souls lap, despite the fact Soul was now a mess of anger trying to escape. " And I am under possession of Kurori. Kurori and I made a deal several years ago when he sold me his soul, and now I am returning the favor."

"Soul, Im at the agency again. Kurori has me in some sort of room…"

"Ill find you, don't worry. I promised…"

"ARE EITHER OF YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!" The demon screamed, becoming twelve times its normal size. Due to the sudden weight, the chair beneath soul suddenly snapped, sending them both backwards. While the demons focus was off, the black blood covering Soul's hands loosened, and he ripped them from the chair. He scrambled over to Maka, and her eyes were desperate for him.

"What do I do? How can I help you get free from this black blood Soul?"

"I don't know…Youll have to find out yourself."

"But how!"

"In Kurori's office, theres a specific black binder. Its bound with thin rope that's red colored. It will have all the answers you need. Listen, get Proffessor Stein to help you. Hes a bit insane, but he should come up with something. Just make sure Marie is nearby when you visit him. I don't want him to dissect you…"

"D-Dissect me!"

"Don't worry, youll be okay." Soul came in close to her, cupping her cheek in his right hand. He had never felt so close to someone in his whole life, not even with Kurori. Maka closed her eyes, waiting. Their lips gently brushed each other, but before Soul could continue, black vines came from the red door, ensnaring him in their grasp, and pulling him away into the room before the door closed with a SLAM.

"SOUL!" Maka yelled, but it was too late now.

"Soul is Kurori's Maka… And so are you. Don't forget that… or you could get hurt." The demon smiled at her, making her angry once again. With a snap, Maka woke up in the cement room once again, Chrona at her feet fast asleep. Maka had a mission now, and she was determined to see it through.