Ok I am so sorry I have not updated in forever! I have had school crap and drama and all that good stuff that comes with being on your junior in high school. =(

Any how, I would like to thank a couple of special people who inspired me to get a move on with my story. Because honestly, I almost scrapped this story, because my writers block was at a serious stand still and I could not get past it. These people helped me just move on with what I have; and hope for the best with this chapter. So this chapter is in dedication to Candryx and Anseem the seeker of insantiy. For being patient, respectable, and open minded.

A/N from 1-3-18 Wow that was like 5 years ago that I wrote that up there. Well I am sorry for making you guys wait so long for this edited chapter since the last one I got up, but here it is!

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater.

What's for dinner? Food or a decision

Maka had reluctantly gotten ready and was heading down the many corridors that led to the dining room. The servant she was following looked just like any other servant, but she was getting nervous so she tried to strike some small talk. "So what is it like now that your 'mistress' has returned? Are you guys happy about serving her or are you just scared of her wrath?"

"….."

"Aren't you mad that she doesn't give you any freedom or treat you like an individual? Do you like being like everyone else around here; just another expendable servant to which she can just throw away if she so pleases and no one would care?!" She was trying to see if he would crack under pressure, but Arachne's servants seemed to be well trained in loyalty.

'Dammit, how am I supposed to get out of here if she has no holes in her security? I really hope the academy comes soon.' She continued to follow him up to the large double doors that she assumed opened up to the dining room. She took the handle in her hand "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU DOING!" She half-jumped out of her shoes. Maka hadn't expected the servant to talk, let alone yell at her. The servant grabbed her wrist and yanked it away from the door handle.

"Jeez, you kids just aren't taught manners anymore these days are you?" The servant mumbled. Then he knocked on the door in an old fashioned manner and waited for his mistress's permission to enter.

Arachne gave answer and when she saw Maka she was truly astonished. She wore one of the dresses that she had in the dresser and it looked absolutely stunning. It was black with one thick strap over her left shoulder that wrapped around to her back, and the rest of it fit her body all the way down to her knees where there was a small frill on the end. It brought out the barely noticeable curves that Maka had and even made her chest actually noticeable, unlike her school clothes.

I will never understand why she insists on wearing such drag clothes that hide her femininity when she actually does have much more to offer. Arachne thought while her eyes shifted to Maka's moving feet and legs that were dressed in white tights and tall black platform heals that had straps that went half way up her calves (basically her black blood shoes) and had big black bows at the top of them. Finally, the most noticeable part of Maka's ensemble was the thing that Arachne would expect from her. She had left her hair down, and had even put it in tiny half pigtails that were curled. (Just as they had been at Lord Death's party) and were graced with little sparkly black ties that had the ancient symbol for 'strength' hanging from them. Though she was sure Maka just chose them because of how they looked, and not because she knew what they stood for, it was very curious that of all the ties in the small box of hair accessories, she happened to pick out those particular ones.

Once they were at the table, Maka stared in awe as she saw all of the delicious food that was set out for her. She couldn't believe she was getting treated so elegantly, but then she gave it all a second thought.

'What if this stuff has poison in it and she is just trying to get me to let down my guard? Or what if it was some kind of mind control or another evil potion in it?' She now looked at the food questioningly, not sure whether it was meant to feed her or to hurt her. The servant pulled out the seat adjacent to Arachne's and Maka took her spot while looking down at a blue plate of what looked like potatoes and turkey on it. She saw the crystal like cup similar to a wine glass with purple juice in it. She just sat there looking down at her plate, with her hands folded in her lap, not wanting to start the conversation and risk upsetting the woman. It wasn't until Arachne realized how nervous Maka was that she finally decided to break the silence.

"Maka," Maka looked up a little startled by the break in silence. "You should eat. It's not everyday that I have something special, or rather, 'big', by your standards, whipped up." When all Maka did was look at her plate then back at her hands again, the black haired woman decided to take a different approach. "You still don't trust me do you?" Arachne sighed and took her own spoon and started to elegantly eat her own meal while periodically glancing at Maka, hoping she would follow her lead. Maka stiffened but slowly took her own utensil and dipped into the potatoes and took a bite. Once she tasted it, she relaxed.

'Normal, it tastes just like a normal meal.' She thought and began slowly chewing on some of the turkey next. When she got to the drink though, she retracted her hand and decided it was time to get some answers. So she started with asking her one of the many questions. "Why did you take me? Why am I so important to you? And how come you are treating me so generously?" She asked with much seriousness on her face, but also a hint of fear.

* This is going to be while Arachne is answering Maka's questions.*

Back at the DWMA

'Dammit, why do I have to be the bearer of bad news? Blackstar's gonna kill me.' Soul thought to himself, in obvious distress.

Soul was trying to keep it calm but as soon as he told Kid about the problem at hand, the girls freaked out.

"Why the hell didn't you tell us this sooner instead of walking in here with the whole 'I'M ' attitude?! You really are a moron!" Liz was screaming at Soul, which he didn't appreciate too much.

"Maybe it's because I was trying to keep everyone CALM instead of having you guys freak out just like you are now!" Soul screamed back at her.

"Oh." Liz fell silent. She hadn't thought about that.

"Okay, now if you two are finished, we should probably get to father's room if we are to think of a way to get Maka back," Kid suggested, and motioned for Liz and Patty to follow him. Soul didn't come though.

"I've yet to tell Tsubaki and *gulps* Blackstar. I'll catch up with you guys later." Soul said, really trying to keep his cool now. The others didn't notice his odd behavior, so they just continued on, waving goodbye to him as they left.

'Man I am never going to hear the end of this from him.' Soul thought to himself after he left Kid's mansion and was almost to Blackstar's house. When he arrived, he had no clue how to tell them. He was just standing at the door that Tsubaki had opened for him, but just couldn't find the right words for it. He continued to stare at Blackstar until he finally gave him a weird look and said, "So are you just going to stare at my awesomeness all day, or are you going to say something?"

That snapped him out of his daze, and he finally said, "Um, well you see, there's been an incident…" Blackstar just quirked his eyebrow up. "But before I tell you, you have got to pinkie promise me you WILL NOT KILL ME for it, because it wasn't even my fault, okay?" Blackstar just cracked up and fell on the floor laughing his brains out saying, "You want me to pinkie promise you! Hahahahahah!"

"This isn't a joke, Blackstar, I'm serious. You're not going to like what I have to tell you, and I won't tell you unless you pinkie promise me that you won't get mad at me for it!" Soul screamed at him, but Blackstar just continued laughing.

"Wait, where's Mak- ?" Tsubaki stopped mid-sentence. Her face suddenly filled with worry and fear. She had heard in the shower room that the witch Arachne had revived in the same area that a meister and her weapon (With a 'strange' other person along for remedial things) had gone to fight a golem that was wreaking havoc. During the fight, however, the meister had gotten captured.

Tsubaki had figured if Soul was here then Maka was fine, but now she wasn't so sure. She feared the worst, but tried to keep her hopes high that that wasn't the case, so she tried to lighten the mood and answer her question at the same time. "Oh come on Soul," She faked a small laugh, "it's not like its has anything to do with that evil spider witch that just revived or anything that bad, does it?" She was scared to find out, and was struck with pure terror when he didn't respond, but instead gave her the 'I'm sorry, there was nothing I could do' look. She broke down into tears.

This really got Blackstar's attention. "Hey, Tsubaki, what's wrong? What are you talking about a spider witch for? Soul what the hell is going on?!" He was getting antsy now.

"I still won't talk until you pinkie promise me," Soul was not backing down on his deal. Blackstar looked at him again, more seriously this time. Something about Soul's demeanor darkened when Tsubaki had mentioned that witch. He was dead serious about that pinkie promise thing too. But why? Was the news that terrible?

"You're serious about this aren't you?" He took another look at Tsubaki. "You all are. Fine, I'll do it. I want to know what the hell is going on around here." Resigning, he hooked pinkies with Soul and promised not to get mad at him or hurt him.

"Finally," Blackstar sighed, exasperated. After that stupid request, all he wanted was to just get to the bottom of this.

"Well," Soul started, but was trying to think of a way to word it carefully. Finally he sighed, "Listen this isn't easy for me to say and especially not to you, but you need to hear it from someone, and unfortunately that's me. You might want to sit down for this." Soul hated doing all the talking about the event because he was still trying to keep it together himself.

It wasn't as hard telling Lord Death and Spirit about what happened, because he was mostly complaining about what an idiot Justin had been. But now, now that he had to tell his friends, he was starting to come to grips with reality: that the one he loves was in the hands of evil now, and as far as he knew, she was totally helpless. It had been getting harder and harder to just talk about it and not take action yet, but that is why he came here last. He knew Blackstar would want to take action as soon as possible, and even if it wasn't possible, Blackstar would do it anyway.

He was also afraid of Blackstar immediately taking action, and was another reason why he came here last. Telling Lord Death and Maka's father was one thing, and sure Spirit was pretty pissed about it, but frankly, Blackstar scared him more then Maka's dad did.

More serious now then before, the blue haired ninja sat on a nearby chair across from the table from where Soul was sitting. "So what's up?" Blackstar asked.

Soul took another look at Tsubaki, thinking maybe she could help out with the news, but she had apparently left the room when he wasn't looking. He was on his own now. Great.

Back with Maka

Maka was staring at her hands with a contemplated look. She had listened to Arachne's reasoning, but was still taking it all in. Arachne had made some very good points, but Maka just couldn't believe that the academy had betrayed her.

"I'm sure this is all a very big shock to you still, but I'm sure you will come to accept the truth with time. For now though, how about you go back to your room and wait. I will be there shortly with some "special things" for you that might help you while you are still deciding."

Then she looked over to the servant who had brought Maka in, "This is going to be your personal servant Edgar." He bowed to her as she introduced him. "He and his assistant Victoria are going to be by your side at almost every moment. They will attend to any of your needs that may come up," She said with a soft smile, pleased that two of her most trusted servants would be guarding Maka. "Now, I trust that you will behave yourself and treat them with respect." With that she waved for Edgar to open the doors once again and escort Maka back to her room.

Back at the DWMA

"So, Soul, what you're saying is that Maka has been kidnapped, by an ancient witch and is under a spell of some assortment that pretty much leaves her helpless, and you couldn't go after her because of a stupid death scythe that couldn't figure out who was who." Blackstar summed up what Soul had told him.

"Yup that's pretty much it." Soul sighed, with a painful look on his face. He hated replaying the scene over and over again in his head, thinking 'if only I had known what was going to happen, I could have stopped it from happening somehow.' Now, he was beating himself up more and more about it.

"Damn," Blackstar breathed out, looking very conflicted with the feelings he was having while processing the terrible news. 'How could this have happened?, How could Maka get kidnapped?! If only I was there I could have- no! That was her mission, I have to trust that she did all she could. But now the bigger questions were: Where is she now? Is she alright? Is she dead? Or is she just a prisoner of war? And if she is alive, what can I do to save her?' Blackstar had a million questions going through his head, and was getting angrier with each one.

Soul was surprised with how quiet Blackstar was being, and how relatively well Blackstar was taking this. But after a little while, he finally started to see the anger he was originally expecting. "I can't believe this!" Blackstar pounded the table so hard it splintered all the way across the to where Soul was sitting. Soul nearly jumped out of his chair, "Calm down! See, this is exactly why I made you pinkie promise me," Soul said. Blackstar was fuming. "Look, I know you're mad and I am too, but using raging violence isn't going to do us any good without a solid plan behind it," Soul stated, now standing up and trying to talk some sense into his best friend.

Blackstar looked at him, and then his expression started to forgo a calmer state of mind. Blackstar finally stated in a very strained low voice, "What's the plan and when do we get started? Cause I need someone to kill."

Ok, some of you are probably wondering what that *** means. Well it's indicating that the line about Blackstar is referring to one of my other stories, 'Soul finds out'. You don't have to read it to understand this, but it would give you a good idea as to why Blackstars reaction was what it was and why Soul was so scared of Blackstar. 'Soul finds out' is cannon to this story.

I know you all hate me for skipping the conversation. But I will reveal bits and pieces of it as the chapters go by. This is really one of the only things I could think of to get out of my writer's slump. I was already planning on adding the new characters, but the conversation with Arachne is where I was stuck at for the past months.

Re-Edited 1-3-18