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Land of Morna.

Chapter 2.

Sunlight came to the lab without any warning. It kept going further and further even when the building had only one or two windows. The sun outside was glaring the ground as if wanting to burn it to ashes. Maka groaned. Soul was still sleeping on the floor from what she could see with her tired eyes. Maka rubbed her eyes a little and slowly stood up. Soul had Stein's lab coat over him and he was snoring loudly and drooling onto the floor. She didn't have the heart to wake him and chide him for his manners.

"You woke up already?" asked the professor and turned around with his computer chair. The heels scraped the floor and made an uncomfortable sound for Maka's ears. The screen showed that he was writing something very absurd too with symbols Maka didn't understand.

"What time is it?" she put a hand over her mouth when she yawned. Stein looked the clock on the wall and turned the screw that penetrated his head. "Nothing much. You should go back to sleep." He answered and stood up. Walking over to the coffee maker, he poured some into his measuring cup. Maka didn't really like coffee. It had a bitter taste and she liked sweet more.

She went down and put a blanket over herself and curled to a small ball. A little sting on her abdomen however woke her up completely.

"Ouch..." She gritted her teeth and stood up again. After moving the white shirt away Maka saw how the bandages were slightly red.

Red?

"What the...?" She was first confused why was she bleeding but soon the memory hit her with brutal sharpness. She had lost the battle and gotten injured. Yeah, she should ask Stein to take a look at her wound. Soul woke up slowly and rubbed his eyes too. Stein had woken him up earlier before and said not to drool onto his floor but he had just continued his usual sleeping, not really caring how he slept. Now he looked crappy with tousled hair.

"Morning Maka...hey you're bleeding!" Soul shouted when seeing how the bandages were red. Stein looked over his shoulder when he heard Soul.

"It's nothing serious Soul." Maka stared the wound. "I just need to change them."

"Oh yeah. The community health nurse said that you should take a look at Maka's wounds." Soul said and quickly stood up making the lab coat fall off. Stein walked over to the duo and picked the coat up.

"Nyugus did?" he asked and turned to Maka who felt out of the conversation because she had been out when Soul and the nurse talked. Maka pouted a little since to her it really didn't seem like her wounds were that serious. Stein started touching the area around the wound and Maka winced only when he touched the center. The professor let out a little sigh before standing up again. He walked to one of the lockers and took a first aid kit and walked back to Maka.

"Don't worry. It's nothing serious but I would like you to refrain from doing rash things awhile." Stein said while Maka was holding her shirt up so that Stein could do his job properly. Soul was stunned. How could so severe looking injury heal so much overnight?

"Are you sure? Nyugus said it was serious." Soul asked once more, getting suspicious stares from both Maka and Stein.

"I told you it's fine. I heal fast." Maka said.

"You won't heal fast from something like that."

"Weren't you just seeing things?"

"You could ask the nurse the same thing." Soul said and calmed down. If it wasn't serious then it was okay. After Stein was ready Maka insisted that she wanted to drink from her own cup instead of Stein's little measuring glasses and Soul didn't have anything say on the matter and both of them started walking towards Death city, Maka wincing every time she went up stairs.

The first thing Maka experienced when stepping into the city was Spirit trying to hug her but she managed to dodge the flying human. With no idea how he had sneaked out from Shinigami-sama's surveillance, it seemed like nothing was impossible for Spirit so Maka just dropped the subject.

It was normal to turn the handle of their apartment's door and step in. The next thing Soul asked was that what she wanted to eat. Maka went to change her dirty clothes to more relaxing ones. Spare skirt and white t-shirt. She also looked through the mail. To her surprise there was a postcard from her mother.

"Wow. This time she was in Africa." Maka smiled and read the test on the other side and looked the picture printed to the front in awe. Soon good scent was all over the apartment. Maka walked over to the kitchen and saw Soul doing something on the stove. Probably preparing the wok vegetables she requested.

"Soul. What are you doing? I asked you to make pasta didn't I?" Maka moaned behind him. Instead of wok and pasta, he was making wok and potatoes with some grand salad. The albino tried to hide something."Soul?"

"I-it's nothing. Go to your room and sleep. I'll wake you when the food is ready." Soul muttered and was still hiding the bowl under him.

"Meh..." Maka sighed and even at the moment of going out of the kitchen, eyed the bowl which Soul kept protecting. She had her suspicions it was that damn tomato with onions.

Maka closed her room's door and looked around. Same as always. Why was she even thinking like this? Did she want something to change? No.

´Damn I'm still tired even after sleeping all that time...´ the time between the fight and waking up process seemed so short that it felt like she...well it wasn't important. Maka fell onto her bed and muttered something to herself and the sun shone so damn bright that it was freaking hot in her room. The wound itched. She felt the urge to scratch it but Stein had said not to touch it. Next the itching feeling went to a bothering one and Maka scratched the wound, just a little. The sun seemed to fix its stare to the girl and watched through the window in her room as Maka started pulling the flesh on her abdomen a little. It didn't leave. The damn itch just didn't stop.

She scratched, pulled and finally started using her nails. A little pain went through her whole body and made her snap out of her thoughts.

"Did it open? Shit..." Maka cursed and looked how the new bandages began to go red again.

A little curiosity went over her head. Was it really as serious as Soul had said?

The scent that came to her room said that Soul was baking something. Maka however started undoing the bandages after rolling her t-shirt up a little. The color seemed to go darker when layers were removed and then, there was only bare skin. The stained bandage fell to the ground and curious green eyes stared the skin that had no wound or even scratch.

Maka was surprised. Did the doctor help her for nothing?

"What's going on?" Maka stared the spot with her round green eyes and started touching the flesh. She stood up fast and walked over to the mirror to get a better view. It was her own reflection and nothing on her abdomen.

"What the..." Maka eyed the bandages on her bed and looked in the mirror again. Her eyes widened for what she saw.

Red and White.

Tall man stood right behind her and the nonexistent wound opened up, ripping its path through her skin and it hurt - making her blood fall to the ground and staining clothes red. A wound so deep it looked very fatal.

"But I healed you..." the man wrapped a hand over the wound and other against her leg. She was being touched by no one.

"W...Who are you?" Maka asked with teary voice. She was afraid. Slender fingers started going up her leg but stopped when they felt the fabric of the skirt. The other leaned his head against her shoulder and Maka watched as the mirror showed the image of the man. Her small figure was almost absorbed to his in a macabre way that wasn't comforting at all.

"Do you want to die again?" He asked and with nothing else being done, the opened wound started bleeding heavily. Under her bare feet started forming a pool of blood. It hurt. Maka gasped a little but tried not to scream, but it was difficult.

"Stop it...stop...please..." She bit her lip. Maka took a firm grip of the man's hand that was over her wound. She tried to move it away but it didn't even flinch. The picture in the mirror smiled as the real one did too. It held no love or warmth and was chilling.

"You really are different. Don't you have fear? Fear of dying?"

"Anyone has fear of dying...Now who the heck are you?" Maka scowled at the reflection.

"Let's settle with the answer the one who's keeping you alive." Black hair that had vertical eyes on it covered his eyes, but when scarves started coming from behind him and lifting her head up he chuckled a little. The wound was gone as it had absurdly appeared too and the pain was gone too.

The man's touch was as cold as ice and the breath too. Who used scarves and had vertical eyes in black hair? Maka tried to remember but then she heard steps coming near her room.

"Maka? Can I come in?" Soul asked and knocked. The other didn't stop clinging to her affectionately which made Maka frown a bit. His fingers drew circles on her leg and felt her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

"Not now Soul, I'm trying to find some other clothes." She answered as the man was staring at the door too. Was it her imagination that the air was being chilly too?

"Oh...Okay. Well food's ready so come when you're ready." Soul said and the steps furthered away. Maka sighed. It was as if her soul was frozen too. Who was this man?

A single thought came to her mind as hazy memory almost came up to the surface but she just couldn't bring herself to remember. Her back hurt as she had crashed with Soul holding her. Surely she had met him before. If it could just come to her...

"I asked who you-" Maka turned her head to shout at the man but found only her own little room with her being the only one in it. ´What is this?´ Maka thought and backed away a little. It was downright alarming. Her small hand went over to her abdomen and started feeling it. It was just plain pure skin.

Even though he was gone, Maka could feel the frost creeping into her soul as ghostly fingers were gently placed onto both sides of her head but there was still no one in the room.

Maka stood there quietly for a while, then she walked over to her door and with one last glance she shut it. The sun wasn't staring in either but it was fighting with clouds.


But I like bitter over sweet ;_;

I ate the hot chili too and left the marshmallows for my lil'sis...

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