Maka sat at her slaves side, the doctors had told her he was fine but maka couldn't get the

sick feeling that this was her fault out of her stomach, cause, well it was her fault

"If I wasn't in such a hurry to get home none of this would've happened", and now Soul

was lying in a hospital bed unconscious form blood loss.

"Maka" Maka's mother's voice pulled Maka from her thoughts, "We asked you to buy him

new clothing, not kill him" Maka's mother joked with her daughter, but Maka

put her head down in shame. "I'm sorry mother, this is all my fault..." Maka muttered out

clenching her eyes shut trying to fight the tears back. "I was just joking with you Maka."

"We'll take this one back to the farm and get a new one." Maka's mother suggested,

Maka's head whipped up and she looked her mother straight in the eyes before yelling out

no. Her mother just looked at her with wide eyes, mouth agape, trying to form a solid

sentence. But maka cut her off before she had a chance, "I will not return him! It's my

fault he's like this! If we return him he could die!" Maka was surprised with her boldness

towards her mother, she had never yelled at her in her life. "If that is what you want

Maka." Her mother said with a small smile before exiting the room. Maka looked down

at Soul, she sat back down and watched him sleep until sleep took her.

~Soul's dreamworld~

"Why am I here…" Soul thought to himself as he looked around the checker floored

room with the grand piano in the center. Ontop of the piano was a small red demon

wearing a black suit. "Good to see you again 'Soul' is it now?' The little demon said to

Soul. Soul looked at him skeptically before saying a greeting back. "Why did you protect

her Soul?" The little demon asked Soul. Soul looked down before mumbling some.

"What was that?" The little demon asked Soul, eyes wide with interest. Soul looked up

and said "Because they would send me back if I didn't." The demon looked a little

disappointed with his reply.

"Are you sure you don't feel anything to her?" the little demon inquired. Soul looked at

him with a questioning look, "Slaves are not aloud to feel anything towards their master."

he replied before looking at his bare feet. "We're not people, we don't deserve love…"

Soul answered sadly before closing his eyes and fading away. What he didn't know was

that someone other then the demon had been listening the entire time.