Well, how'd y'all enjoy the last chapter? I cried. My dad cried when I showed it to him. So anyway, let's continue. This chapter is dedicated to: Meif'wa Shadow Knight. Thanks for your reviews! And yeah, I know. I feel. *cry* (PS, totally not listening to Harry Potter music while writing this. ha..ha… Go Slytherin!)

The next day, Kid, Liz, and Patti all went home, where Kid went up to his room and didn't come out. The night before, Maka had stayed in her sister's room and she didn't respond to anyone when they tried to coax her out of the room. In fact, no one really did anything. They were all too stunned to do anything so the rest of them stayed in their respective dwellings the whole time. Until that night.

That night, Maka slowly and quietly slipped out of the house and just followed her feet. Her feet in question ended up taking her to all of her and Myra's favorite places as children. The park was closest to their house so that's where Maka ended up first.

-Flashback-

"C'mon Myra! It's fun up here!" young Maka called down to her sister from the large tree. Maka and Myra were about six-years old at this point and Maka swung her legs to one side of the branch she sat on and swung her legs back and forth. Her hair was in short pigtails and she wore a red skirt with polka-dot leggings underneath. Her shirt was lilac in color. Myra was near the trunk of the tree, her hair in a similar style to her sister's and wore a bright pink skirt with white leggings and a white shirt. She shuffled her feet staring at the tree.

"I...I can't Maka. It's too scary," said the red-head, looking up at her sister.

"You can do it, just think that the ground is lava and you have to get up here to be safe!" Maka told Myra. Myra looked down at her feet and imagined the lava, which made her quickly climb the tree to join her sister. The two then sat on the branch and stared at the other children at the park. Maka leaned her head on her twin's shoulder. "Glad you could make it up here, sis."

"Me too." The girls smiled.

-end flashback-

Maka felt herself tear up at the memory of her and her sister playing at this park as little kids. She felt her feet start to move again, towards a store that used to be an ice-cream parlor.

-flashback-

"Chocolate chip cookie dough, please!" Maka and Myra, who were about ten at this point, told the lady behind the counter what flavor ice cream they wanted. Their dad had given them some money to get ice cream cones that day.

"Two scoops of cookie dough, got it," the lady smiled while she scooped the ice cream onto two different cones. She handed one to each twin and Maka gave her the money their dad gave them.

"Thank you!" Myra said. The two walked out licking their ice cream cones walking down the sidewalk. After they passed a few shops, Maka had dropped her ice cream on the ground.

"Oh man!" Maka exclaimed.

"You dropped it," Myra pointed out.

"I see that," Maka sighed as she gazed upon her rapidly melting frozen treat that was now splattered on the ground.

"Wanna share mine?" Myra suggested. Maka's face lit up and she nodded. The twins continued walking down the avenue, sharing their ice cream cone and enjoying their day.

-end-

Maka felt a lump form in her throat. She couldn't keep doing this, but her feet took her another place. She had no control over where she went and it was torturous.

The next place she went was a bit more recent. It was where Myra had first introduced Donna to her and Soul.

-flashback-

"So, why couldn't you come home first?" Maka asked her sister who was leaning against a wall adjacent to the alleyway.

"Yeah, what's the big deal anyway?" Soul added.

"Well it may surprise you to find out," Myra said smugly, tucking her side swept bangs which were just barely hanging by her ears. "that I've made a new friend, all by myself."

"Bull," Soul said, his arms crossed. The three of them were around 12 years old at this point.

"It's true and I can prove it!" Myra defended herself. "Donna, come here and meet my sister and her weapon." That's when a raven-haired, short, girl walked out from the shadows of the alleyway. "Guys, this is Donna and she is a weapon. A really cool looking Katana."

"Nice to meet you," Donna said.

"Nice to meet you too," Maka replied, holding her hand out to Donna. "I'm Maka, and this is Soul."

"Sup. Cool necklace," Soul remarked Donna's black rose necklace around her neck.

"Thanks," she sheepishly squeaked out as she shook Maka's hand.

"Hey, let's show them your weapon form!" Myra suggested. Donna looked back at her and nodded. She began to glow and transform into a pitch black, 3-foot Katana. Myra spun the blade in her hand before resting it on her shoulder. "So whaddaya think? Suits me, doesn't she?"

"It's a perfect match," Maka added, excitement for her sister was evident in her eyes and voice. Now they both had weapons and could finally go to school together.

-end-

Maka turned around and started running. She wanted to get away from this place, but everywhere she went, she was reminded of all the great times she and her sister had and all the fights that took place between the two. With each memory came more and more tears. Maka found herself at the base of the steps of the DWMA. And as Maka climbed the steps, she remembered one more memory. The memory of her's and Myra's first official day at the DWMA together.

This memory hit Maka the hardest as she ran up the steps to the school. Tears streamed down her face as she continued running. Occasionally tripping over herself, but she got back up. She missed her sister so much, she just had to see her body.

-flashback-

"Well, this is it," Myra breathed out standing next to Donna and Maka. "I'm finally going to attend school here."

"It's huge!" exclaimed Donna.

"That's what she said," Soul snickered and Maka punched him in the arm.

"Why are the stairs so steep and tall though? That's an awful lot of steps to climb," Myra looked quizzically at the stairs.

"One of the teachers said it was to help build up leg muscles. Sort of a before school exercise, I guess," Soul told her.

"Well then I guess we should get going before we are late to class."

"Yes we should," Maka agreed with her sister. The four teens looked at each other and smiled before climbing the stairs together.

The group made it halfway up before Myra and Donna wanted to stop and take a nap.

"We're almost there, come on guys," Maka urged.

"Can't...too busy dying…"Myra complained whilst sitting on the current step.

"Yeah, same…" Donna sided with her meister and laid her head in Myra's lap.

"Just a bit more, you can do it. You do wanna go to school here, don't you?" Soul tried encouraging the two girls. They groaned in response. That's when Maka looked at her pocket watch and sighed. She then leaned closer to her sister and whispered something that was sure to make her move.

"They have pizza in the cafeteria," she said. Myra and Donna immediately perked up.

"Well what are we still doing down here, let's get moving!" Myra said excitedly. She and Donna jumped up with newfound energy and began to run up the steps to their first class at the DWMA. The first of many. The one that most definitely changed their lives.

-end-

Maka sluggishly walked up the last few steps to the building. She then snuck into the school and found her way to the infirmary, where they were keeping her sister's body. At this hour at night, no one would have been there anyway, except Lord Death of course.

"Two days…" Maka said to no one as she neared the infirmary, morning light beginning to flow through the tall windows of the school. "You've left me two days ago." She saw Donna sitting on one of the chairs outside the infirmary, though Donna didn't notice Maka until she was right in front of her. Donna looked up at Maka, dried tear trails evident on her face.

"Maka…" she breathed out, a lump forming in her throat for perhaps the 12th time since she had lost her meister. The two girls hugged each other, each understanding how hard it was on each other. Donna had lost her meister, whom she was literally connected to in her soul. Maka lost so much more though, and Donna could sympathize. Losing not only a best friend, but a sister as well. That was the worst thing that could happen to a person. While Donna didn't ever have a sister, she had lost her whole family before finding her way to Death City and to Myra and Maka. And to Soul.

Neither of the girls cried because they just didn't have enough tears to shed anymore. They didn't part from each other for some time and when the silence between them was broken, Donna spoke once more.

"Your dad is in there. He hasn't left her side at all," Donna looked toward the door to the infirmary. "I wanted to stay too, but i needed some sleep and I thought it would be best if he were alone with her. Though it might make him feel a little better if you were with him."

"Thank you," Maka nodded. "You should probably get home and get some real rest though. Besides, Soul needs you."

"He can't do anything on his own," Donna half-heartedly joked.

"No kidding," Maka managed a half smile. Donna took one last look at the door before heading home and Maka walked in. She saw multiple empty beds and one area concealed by a pure white curtain. Below the hem of it, she saw large black shoes that could only belong to her father. Maka walked to the area and around the curtain. Her father sat in a chair right next to Myra's bed. He looked worse than usual. His red hair which had so much life and color, looked dull and dead. His clothes were disheveled and dark bags were under his eyes. The man known to most as Death Scythe, held his daughter's limp hand in his own, as if holding it would somehow spark something and bring her back.

As bad as her father looked, however, Myra looked worse. Her eyes sunk in, her face pale and gray. No music was playing, which was always a defining feature of her personality. The music. As much as Maka hated her sister blasting her music as loud as possible, she knew she would miss hearing it.

"Papa…" Maka said softly. Spirit lifted his head to see his remaining daughter standing at the foot of the bed of the one that was lost.

"Maka," he barely managed out. He placed Myra's hand on her bed and stood up. Maka, for the first time in a long while, quickly scampered to her dad and hugged him as tightly as she could. His arms wrapped around her small body. His voice shaky, he whispered," maka, you're okay. I was worried when we left and-"

"I know Papa. But I'm here now, see?" she buried her head in her father's chest and cried. Which surprised her, seeing as she had already cried so much since her sister's death. Spirit just nodded and let Maka cry. She cried until the sun had fully crept over the horizon, with its condescending, smiling face. When she had cried all her tears, Maka turned to the bed. She wanted to pretend that her sister was just sleeping, but with the way that Myra looked, it was impossible.

"Stein stitched her up, though of course it didn't do her any good. But… at least she doesn't have a hole in her anymore," Spirit looked at Maka. "Do you want to be alone with her?"

"No. Not yet. Stay just a little longer, Papa."

"Okay."

Maka sat in the seat that was previously her father's and took her sister's hand. It was cold as ice and extremely limp. "Sis… I have no idea if your spirit or ghost or whatever is still hanging around to hear this, but… I'm sorry for every time I made fun of you and we fought. I love you. All of us do. You mean so much to us and have impacted our lives more than you can ever imagine. Mine most of all seeing as we've known each other since forever. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I just," Maka sighed. "I just wish you could have stayed with us all a while longer. Because we forgive you for what you did under the witches influence. We know you wouldn't do that if you had the choice. And as much as I want to join you, I know you'd smack me as soon as I joined you in the afterlife. So for now, I'll just stay here and wait it out until my time comes. Because that's what you want."

Maka gently kissed her sister's hand before placing it back on the bed.

"Eh, sorry to intrude," said a voice. Maka and Spirit turned to see Lord Death standing in the infirmary with Stein.

"No, no it's fine sir," Maka replied, standing up and wiping away her left over tears.

"I understand that this must be hard for the two of you, but I think it would do both of you some good to go home to get some sleep."

"But-" Maka protested.

"Maka, he's right. I'll take you home. We both need some sleep. And besides, your sister wouldn't want us to stay here all the time," Spirit interrupted. Maka opened her mouth to say more, but instead a yawn protruded from her mouth.

"Yeah, I guess you're right, Papa."

"We've arranged a funeral for her in a few days. Small, just for you and her friends. It'll be the day after tomorrow," Stein mentioned.

"Thank you, Stein. That...that means a lot," Spirit thanks his old friend. Stein put a comforting hand on Spirit's shoulder and Spirit managed a small smile in response. Maka gave one last glance to her sister's body before walking out of the infirmary.

Once they had left, Stein turned to Lord Death. "Okay, so tell me again how you're going to do this?"

"It's quite complicated, y'see Stein. But I assure you, it will work."

"And what about her family, her friends? Everyone else?"

"Well, she'll have to learn to deal with it one way, or another. Besides, she won't be alone the whole time. I'll be there as well as my son."

"Well, if you're sure it will work."

"It will."

"One last question, sir."

"Yes?"

"Why?"

"Because Doctor, she has to live."