Sorry I couldn't be better- Meet the boys…some of them

Thanks go out to some guests (not sure if you're the same person…also I think it'll probably be SoMa but I'm not good at writing them so I'll see what happens) to another guest (I'm glad you think it's interesting) Thesilentinfinity (why name why and yeah, I also thought Patty was rather bipolar) Mydogshaveissues (close but not quite) vicarmstrng734, momokol, Mystic piss, yourotpgirl and running-neighkid. Hope I didn't forget anyone.

Also good job Sabrina bina! You guessed what Liz has. Paranoia or paranoid personality disorder. You can request something! WOOOOO! I'll try and do it though I can't make promises with pairings (I'm a terrible romance writer)

Disclaimer: Soul Eater is sadly not mine…though the whole fan thing gives it away…I think


Maka stared in shock at the lady before her who had gotten back to her feet and was obviously waiting for Maka to follow her.

But Maka was in no mood to sit down and talk about her feelings. Didn't they understand she could handle things herself? She was an individual human being and she was not the type to talk about her feelings. If they wanted to help her, they'd let her go home so she could settle her affairs.

Azusa was still waiting expectantly for Maka so the teen sighed and got up reluctantly, fixing a polite expression on her face. She needed to convince them she was getting better after all and being rude and un-cooperative would get her nowhere.

Maka followed Azusa through the maze of tables until they reached the door. The therapist gestured for Maka to leave first and she complied, pushing on the heavy door with enough force to send her stumbling into the corridor. Azusa made no comment on this, swiftly passing Maka so she could lead her to her office.

Maka looked around to make sure no one had seen her fall and quickly followed Azusa, looking around as they were moving to a part of the hospital where she hadn't been before.

The doors she was passing had boy's names on them now. The names Death the Kid (Maka wasn't sure whether she should laugh or be worried about the name) Ox and BlackStar where some she saw. BlackStar's name was contained in the outline of a star. Death the Kid had the some symmetrical pattern underlining his name and Ox had nothing, just the name.

Maka was busy staring at a door with a frosted glass pane that she didn't notice Azusa had disappeared. The girl ran to the end of the corridor to see that she could take two paths. Azusa wasn't in sight on either of the corridors so Maka ended up turning aimlessly on the spot, unsure of what to do.

It was then that a door on the left corridor opened and a smartly dressed teen with shaggy black hair stepped out holding a notebook and what looked like a stress ball. He said something to whoever was in the room he'd just exited and then turned and started heading towards Maka. She noticed three odd white strands that ended in the middle or his forehead, giving his hair an odd look. He didn't look very happy but when he saw Maka, something filtered across his face.

"Um, hello." Maka said nervously, unsure of what the something had meant.

"You're clothes," he got out. "And you're hair. They're not symmetrical. Please let me fix it!"

"Eh," Maka took a step back, not entirely sure what he'd meant.

"Symmetrical. It has to be symmetrical!" The boy insisted, stamping his foot. "Let me fix it please!"

"Just let him do it Maka." Azusa's stern voice came from right behind Maka. Said girl spun around to see the black haired therapist standing there with her arms crossed. Maka sighed and nodded to the boy who stepped forward and re-did her hair before adjusting her clothes. Once the boy was satisfied with her look, he smiled and skipped away, humming under his breath.

"Who was that?" Maka asked, examining her new look.

"That's Death the Kid or Kid as well call him." Maka could hear the exasperation in her voice. Hopefully it wasn't because of Maka. "He has severe OCD and…other illnesses. Though his OCD is the worst of his conditions."

Maka nodded absently, remembering the name on the door and then winced as Azusa smacked her gently up the back of her head in an almost affectionate way.

"Pay attention from now on ok. I have to admit I was surprised when I turned around and you weren't there."

Maka scowled but nodded hastily when Azusa glared at her from behind her glasses. The grumpy woman spun on her heel and marched to a door down the right corridor labelled with her name. Maka slowly followed, dragging her feet. Azusa had disappeared into her office leaving Maka to take a breath and walk into it.

The office was neat and spacious with a framed certificate and a photo of Azusa with a few other people such as Marie being the only wall decorations. The desk held a shiny computer, various notebooks and a lot of pencil pots with different varieties of stationary. There was also a filing cupboard with a vase of flowers resting on top and a bookcase full of fiction and non-fiction. The titles included 'Dealing with OCD' and 'Communication in 5 easy steps.' Maka rolled her eyes.

Azusa sat down in a vinyl computer chair, gesturing to one of the 3 other less impressive chairs in the room. She grabbed one of the notebooks as well as a pen and hastily scrawled Maka's name on it.

"I get my own notebook?" Maka asked, sitting down on the very edge of the chair the furthest away from Azusa.

"I have a notebook for each of my patients." Azusa said in her no nonsense voice. "It makes keeping notes easier." The therapist opened to the first page and scribbled something down.

"You're making notes on me already?" Maka asked incredulously.

Azusa lowered the book and fixed Maka with an almost pitying look.

"You may not realise it Maka Albarn but you're a very easy girl to read."

Shivers ran down Maka's spine as Azusa said this. She squirmed in her seat and tried to meet Azusa's eyes. She looked away quickly however. To be frank, Azusa scared her.

Maka heard pen on paper and resisted the urge to groan. Could Azusa really know so much about her just from looking at her? She had barely said anything and nothing about how she felt and why she had jumped off a building.

"So Maka would are your opinions of DWMA so far?" Azusa asked in polite yet formal tone causing Maka to look up in surprise. Azusa still had the pen in hand, poised to write but she was looking at Maka with her level gaze.

"Eh?" Maka couldn't help but let loose her usual noise of confusion.

"I want to know what you think of the hospital." Azusa repeated with a tinge of annoyance in her voice.

"It's…ok I guess." Maka looked down at her hands.

"Do you like anything about it?" Azusa pressed her.

"Um…the eating hall is ok I guess." Maka twisted her two hands together.

"Nice food?" Azusa was pushing for an answer now.

"Yeah…" Maka paused, thinking of what she could say to make her seem normal. "The chicken was nice."

Azusa paused to write more notes down, her hand moving at what seemed to be a blur as she took down what she considered important about Maka. Maka shuffled awkwardly, just wanting to go and lounge around in her temporary room.

Azusa finished writing down her notes and looked back up at Maka just as the teen made a movement to stand. The eyes stared at Maka from behind the clear lenses before suddenly softening.

"I know this is a lot to take in right now Maka and I have no doubts that you don't want to be here so how about you just talk about what you want to."

Maka gaped at her and the sudden change in demeanour. Did everyone in this hospital like to switch randomly between different personalities? Were they personally trying to confuse her?

"What are your interests Maka?" Azusa tried to coax a response out of Maka. The girl didn't want to respond but she had to keep up her 'I want to get better and go home' act so she decided to answer.

"I like reading," She said in an ordinary tone though Maka could feel excitement coursing through her body. She loved reading and she loved talking about the books she read. From the bookcase, Maka was guessing Azusa was an avid reader too but then again, she might just have them to take up space.

That's what Maka was really to her family. Someone to take up space in the second bedroom. Only Maka was sure her parents were regretting choosing to fill the empty room with her presence. They didn't take any notice of her so surely that's what was going on in her house right now. In fact, they were probably celebrating and drinking champagne whilst she was being forced to talk to Azusa.

"Maka," Azusa's voice snapped her back into reality. "What books do you like?"

"Um…" Maka racked her brain for a normal book series, one that everyone knew but she'd never really had any friends so she wasn't sure what people read.

"I'll start then." Azusa said primly, cementing Maka's suspicion that she too, was a bookworm. "I like Petty Thoughts by Grace Surmon.*"

Maka shrugged, never having read the book herself.

"It's pretty mature." Azusa explained. "So I'd have been more surprised if you had read it."

"So what's it about?" Maka curiously asked, unknowingly shedding her mask as she slowly opened up to Azusa. Said therapist delved into a complicated plot about a girl who decides the only way to figure out her sexual orientation is to travel the world and arrange meetings with famous people. It didn't really interest Maka so she was glad when Azusa swiftly ended a sentence and once again asked Maka what books she liked.

"I like the Cat and Kid series." Maka said eventually.

"I think I've heard of that." Azusa relaxed in her chair. "It's very popular right now."

"Yup," Maka said excitedly. "They're making a movie of it!" Azusa sat back in her chair and let Maka ramble on for a while about her favourite books series. Maka found herself unknowingly relaxing as she was allowed to be herself without worrying about being ignored.

A bell rang suddenly, startling Maka who had been starting on one of the main characters, Alethea-Raven's back story. Azusa yawned and glanced over at a desk clock, noticing lunch was over.

"It's time for your group session Maka." Azusa set her notebook aside. "Do you need me to show you the way?"

Maka frowned, trying to recall if Marie had mentioned the group session room.

"Where is it?" She asked after deciding that no, Marie hadn't mentioned it.

"Near the eating hall."

"Then I'm sure I can find my own way home." Maka stood up and braved a small smile at Azusa. "Thanks for um…listening. I guess I'll go now."

Azusa nodded and gave a little wave, watching as the teen started to walk then suddenly skipped out the door. The therapist smiled sadly to herself.

"They all think they can fake being alright don't they."


Maka walked at a leisurely pace as she made her way back to the dining hall where she could find the group session room from there. Unfortunately, she turned a corner to find a dead end. All she could see was a window seat and some cushions, obviously a quiet place for reading. Disorientated, Maka spun around and tried another way only to end up outside a room labelled 'art room.' Where was she?

She ran round another corner, speeding up in her desperation to find the room and smashed into someone. She heard the person make an 'oof' sound and strong hands immediately pushed her away, sending her reeling back into a wall. Maka almost fell to the ground but she braced herself against the wall until she felt she could stand without its support.

Standing before her was a boy who for some reason screamed 'shark' to Maka. Maybe it was his pointed teeth, one that protruded slightly over his lip. He had white spiky hair…white? Of course, this must be the boy Tsubaki called Soul.

His mop of white hair was held up by a headband that didn't actually look girly. Maka felt her cheeks flame, not because she liked him or anything but because she'd crashed into him which was very awkward especially when they didn't even know each other.

"Watch where you're going idiot." Soul snarled, adjusting his jacket though Maka hadn't seen anything wrong with it in the first place.

"Well how about you watch out too." Maka snapped right back, annoyed at being blamed for something that was equally the boy's fault.

Soul raised an eyebrow at her comment and shoved his hands in his jacket pockets.

"What are you doing out here Newbie? You're in the boys dorms." He gestured to a door with his name printed on it surrounded by music notes and a little cartoon demon.

"I got lost." Maka mumbled, dragging the heel of her right shoe along the ground. "I'm trying to get to the group session room or whatever it's called."

"It hasn't really got a name." Soul thought for a moment. "Well I'm heading there too so just follow me. If we're any later, Sid will be annoyed."

Soul began to walk in an entirely different direction to what Maka had been going. The pig tailed girl groaned to herself before moving to follow the white haired boy who seemed to be talking to mid-air. He easily maneuvered the corridors, taking random turns without the slightest hesitation. Soul must have been at the hospital for a while to know exactly where to go.

Soon enough, Maka began to recognize her surroundings but she still wasn't aware of exactly where they were so when Soul stopped abruptly, she ran into him again. He glared at her but made no comment, instead throwing open the door he'd stopped by. Soul marched in without a moment's hesitation but Maka paused. She wasn't sure she was ready for this.

"Come in Maka," A familiar cheerful voice called out. "We're all excited to meet you."

Maka frowned and had to force herself to not roll her eyes at the comment. But the girl knew waiting outside wouldn't help so she took another brief moment to settle herself and walked through the door.

Staring back at her was wild and bright eyes that seemed to take in everything about Maka. From her outsit to her hair, they were analysing it.

"Hello Maka!"

*so I made all these books up.

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