(Normal POV)

There it is.

Their Resonance.

It's amazing. It's unlike any resonance either had ever felt before. It isn't at a particularly high rate, but it is still incredible.

Their souls are not within themselves anymore. It isn't easy to describe, but it's something like an out-of-body experience.

Neither of them are themselves any more.

They had time only to smile before the came here. To their souls' meeting.

At first neither of them is aware. They both let themselves float within the nethers of their minds. As they 'lose' themselves, their resonance grows. It goes up and up to extraordinary levels.

It's amazing.

(Kid's POV)

We were together in Crona's room. I'd barely had to time to look up and smile at Maka's smile before I ended up here.

Where am I?

I'm not quite sure.

Let's check my senses, I cannot rule out the possibility of death, no matter how unlikely it may be.

I can see, the problem is there's nothing to see. I feel as though I am breathing. My lungs are moving in sync with my diaphragm.

Smell? There is my problem again. There is nothing to smell.

Wait, that's a lie. There's a hint of something in the, can I call it, 'air'.

Is it... Yes, I'm almost certain. There's a hint of cinnamon in the 'air'. Where is it coming from?

A soft light makes itself known. I 'turn' myself towards it. What is it?

The cinnamon is coming from that direction, I'm almost certain.

Now I just need to get to it.

(Maka's POV)

I've been here before. Last time it was intentional, this time it's a surprise.

I turn around within the 'water' as I call it, and look for something, anything.

Last time I'd been deliberately looking for Crona's soul and Soul's madness had been the key to it.

I suppose my own black blood is enough to send me alone. The only thing is... last time Soul had to pull me out. This time, who'll bring me back?

And this time, I'm not aware of anything on the outside. I have no connection to reality.

I should be frightened, but I'm not.

Is it because of the vanilla I smell? It's Kid scent, I know it, but where is he?

Is it his soul I'm supposed to be looking for?

And where is my own?

I continue to spin myself before seeing a soft glow in the distance. My soul!

I push myself towards it as quickly as I can. Yes, it's mine, I recognize it from last time. Only this time it was a little darker in hue... Not redder, not by any means. That would be frightening prospect. Just a little duller, less bright.

I reach for it and as soon as the tips of my fingers touch it, I'm transported back into the room I'd been in with... Him. And Ness. All of them. Before I turned.

I pull my arms around myself and look around for her. For Me.

"Hello?" I-is that? Yes, it's Kid... Or Him, I can't tell. "Hello, is anyone here?"

I grab a book off of one of the large piles next to me and peek around the pile behind me only to see someone with black hair, three half-stripes, and golden eyes. He's wearing a plain black suit with a white collar and three white stripes across the torso. He doesn't have those lines though...

Is that Kid or Him?

Maybe I can trick Him if it is Him. Let's see, how does Ness act?

(Kid's POV)

A large dark room with piles and piles of books. That's where I am. The scent of cinnamon is gone.

I turn a pile and find Maka, clutching a book almost desperately. I blink at her. "Maka?"

She clears her throat and broadens her shoulders, putting on a sly smirk. "Ah, no. Sorry, Him. She hasn't gotten here yet. I think she'll be here soon, though, so you should prepare yourself. Get She and Girl. Actually, get all of them. Just, yeah. We're gonna go big this time."

I froze. Was this Ness? I look her in the eyes, only to notice both eyes were their original shade of green, and assuming the black color in reality comes from Ness, that meant that this is Maka. I frown. Unless this Ness could shift herself. "Your eyes... They're both green."

The blonde in front of me scoffs. "Well, yeah. I'm expecting K-the reaper to be coming too. I'm taking care of him myself, though. I need him to think I'm Maka, so I changed my eyes. It's not all that hard, Him."

I narrow my eyes on her. She seems to think I'm someone else. Why is that?

I think quickly. This is an opportunity to figure out what's been happening in Maka's terrors. So I play along.

I look her over and my eyes widen at the beautiful dress that she's wearing. It's perfectly symmetrical, the fabric hugging her waist then flowing out magnificently at her hips. Her hands are donned in finger-less lace gloves, and currently are carrying a book in a pre-chop position.

This has to be Maka. I try to smirk evilly. "Well then, let's go over this plan once more."

I need to know what's been happening in her mind.

(Maka's POV)

I keep my sly smile on my face, keeping my book ready to crack his skull if necessary. If he learns it's me, he'll kill me, I'm sure of it. "Plan. Of course."

The corner of his mouth twitches as though to keep in a laugh. "Yes, please elaborate on what you want us to do."

I swallow nervously. Plan? What plan? "Well, you know.. We do the same thing as before but on a whole new scale. Make her pay, get your revenge, just keep her breathing."

"Why should we keep her breathing?" Him asks.

"We don't want her to die on us, where would be the fun in that?" I try to grin my best way. This would be way easier if I wasn't scared shitless.

"So, was there anything I did particularly before that you found... entertaining." He says with a forced smile. Of course, he's upset he can't kill me. He wants to add me to Nothing.

I laugh. "Do remember that time you cut 'Kid' into her tongue? Oh, that was amazing, the look on her face!"

He grimaces, then reveals a shaky smile. What's wrong with him? He seemed awfully pleased when he'd finished his handiwork before. "Anything else?"

I take a deep breath and act like remembering fondly. I hate thinking about this, it makes me feel pains all over again. "Uh... Th-that time y-you had Soul biting i-into her was f-fantastic. I-I don't kn-know why I didn't th-think of that! Th-those teeth a-are practically w-weapons after all!"

"A-and you know the time when you had t-tricked her into thinking you were released from a 'spell' and you felt g-guilty, only to hug her then stab her in the back. That was so... very, very funny."

"I love the work all you guys did. You by far the most impressive though. While It's methods were amazing, blocking off her senses before attack, I can definitely say with certainty, you were the most traumatizing for her. It probably has to do with the fact she loves the d-damn reaper and to be betrayed like that.. This whole idea was probably the best I've ever had."

I take shaky breaths, keeping my tears back. I frown as though in anger. "Too bad the bitch had to bite back, eh? I'm sure you have plenty of revenge ideas for her, anything'll work. Hey, why not feed her her own medicine? Slit that bitch's throat if you want, just not too deeply. Remember we want this to last."

"Oh god..." He brings a hand to his mouth as if he were going to vomit and his eyes are screwed shut. His eyes fly open and they're filled with disgust and horror. I... I think there are some tears welling up.

Then it hits me.

I shake my head at him and let my book drop. "Kid?!"

He reaches toward me. "I had no idea..."

I glare at him. "You JERK!"

He winces at my screech. "I'm so sorry, Maka, I just.. I had to know. I know you would never have told me."

I shake my head at him and let my tears run down. "You..."

"I'm so sorry, Maka. Please forgive me, I should have never asked you to elaborate. I'm a terrible person for making you relive that." He falls to his knees and looks up at me.

I let a sob rack through my body. "Just shut up and comfort me, idiot."

A/N: Awkward ending. Not ending of STORY just of chapter. AGH i keep doubting my chapters but this one's real. I just wish I could write more into this chapter, but for the time being I can't. So I leave you with this. I have a hard time coming up with gruesome things so these are lame... I know. Or maybe to you they're not. Who knows? ACK I'm a psychopath, don't listen to me. I'm thinking of this as a horror movie watcher, not as an empathizer.

Is that a word?

Well you get me... hopefully.

Please review! Love you all! :D

(BTW Maka didn't get that mad because she... well i'll explain next chapter... ;P soowwwiiieeee!)