Hey sorry this took so long, I've had a really strange month, got asked out by a ton of girls, except the one I want to go out with? Really, was that necessary? Oh well, so here's the story, I love tips and errors with my writing so tell me.

Soul was brought out of his sleep from the door closing, he tried to open his eyes, but the

lights were so bright, it was painful. So, with a deep breath, he pried his eyes open, the

brightness slowly getting weaker as his eyes adjusted. After his eyes had adjusted he

slowly scanned the room, it didn't look like his room that his master gave him, it wasn't

the infirmary back at the slave house, especially because they didn't have one, but it was

defiantly a hospital room, what had happened? He remembered going to get new

clothing, a first in his life, than when they were running home they took a shortcut, now

he remembers, he got in front of a knife for his master. He knew that if he didn't his

master would have died, and he would be put into another slave farm, and he defiantly

would rather be dead then in a slave farm. Well it seems he didn't die, but the way his

stomach feels, he's close. He was about to lay back down until he caught sight of the

clock on the wall opposite from his bed, 10:24, his master had told him that if he didn't

make, and bring her breakfast before 9, he would be returned to the farm. So, without

hesitation, Soul shot out of the hospital bed, wincing in pain as his newly stitched wounds

were stretched, and semi-healed wounds ripped open, causing small drops of blood to

form on the newly opened cuts. Soul quickly scanned the room for his clothing, as he was

only wearing a hospital gown, Soul was about to leave without his clothing until he

spotted them perched and folded neatly on the chair next to the bed, he slowly slid the

shirt onto his head, trying to not make his wounds worse, once on, he pulled his pants up,

and ran out the door, in search of the kitchen.

~Maka~

Maka lay on her bed, curled up in a ball, her blankets covering her like a cocoon, trying

to keep her mind off her slave. The doctors had told her she had to leave Soul because he

needed surgery, so after a quite long argument, she was escorted, in her own home, to her

room and she hasn't left it for nearly four hours. Maka thought of the many things she

could have done to make keep her slave safe, but she didn't care about him until it did

happen. She wished she had not tried to make her trip home faster, or maybe checked to

see if Soul was okay after the guy ran off, hell, she could have given him a nicer name,

but she didn't, she had wanted to be cruel to him, and now he was suffering, probably

going to die. And now, when it mattered least, she cared for him, she wished she could

hold him and tell him she was sorry for treating him like hat, maybe treat him more like a

human, then a parasite. Maka continued with her self destructive speech, until she heard

the door open, she quickly uncovered herself from the blankets, expecting to see a doctor,

or a family member, but instead, what or should I say who stood in the doorway was,

Soul, his already blood stained shirt had fresh blood seeping through, and what was in his

hands made Makas heart drop into her stomach, in his hands was a platter of food, Maka

felt like dying right then and there, Soul had actually left the infirmary, to do what his

master wished, Maka remembered telling him that he had to make and bring her breakfast

every morning, or she'd return him, Maka remembered the terrified look on his face

when she had said it, she knew that if he was returned to the slave farm, he would be

beaten, and in the state he's in, he would not survive being beaten. Maka continued to

stare at him, her words caught in her throat. Soul walked over to his masters bed,

wobbling the entire way there, place the food on the bedside table, and turned to leave,

but before he could open the door. Maka screamed for him to stop, so Soul froze, his

hand hovering above the doorknob, fearing that she was mad at him, he was going to be

returned, he had been returned once, and he was severely punished. But what took him

off, was when two petite arms looped around his waist, and a small body pressed into his

back, was she hugging him? He could feel his masters head resting on his back, her hands

splayed out on his chest, feeling all the bumps of scars ad poorly healed bones. But what

Maka thought would help Soul out, actually made it worse, Soul remembered the last

time he was hugged, it was by his mother, the day before they brought him to the slave

farm, so memories of his old family rushed to his mind, and he began to tremble. Maka

felt Soul trembling, but she couldn't figure out why, this was a shown of affection? "Why

are you trembling?" Maka asked a little harshly, but the instant she said it he stopped, his

whole body just froze. "S-sorry, master." Soul said, so low that Maka had to strain to

hear. Maka knew something was wrong and she needed to fix it. "Soul, I'm sorry that I

treated you so horribly, you deserve so much better, and-" "No, I don't deserve better,

you treated me just like I deserve." Soul cut Maka off. Maka froze, he believed that he

didn't deserve better then that? But she had been treating him like a dog? "No! You do

deserve better, and I am going to treat you better!" Maka screamed, pressing her face into

Souls back. Soul smirked, something he hadn't done in a long time, maybe things were

going to get better for him?