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The sun was blinding as it shown down on Maka's face through her window. She had a bad feeling waking up and didn't want to get out of bed at all, but knew that she had to eventually. It's been almost four months since Desmond and Rain came. I really hope it lasts, she thought as she brought her feet out from under her warm blankets and onto the cold wood floor. She flinched quickly before getting used to it and walking out of her room to make breakfast. Soon after she started cooking, Soul came out of is room as well. "Good morning Soul," Maka called to him.

"Morning… hey does something about today seem off to you?" he asked.

"You too?" Maka responded nervously. Soul nodded. "What do you think it is?" she asked.

"I don't know, but maybe you're sensing a strong kishin egg and I'm sensing it too because we're partners," Soul said to reassure her.

"Maybe," Maka said quietly as she put breakfast on the table for the two of them.

On their way to school the team met up with Tsubaki and Black Star. "Hi guys!" Tsubaki said cheerfully. Black Star quickly ran up to Maka. "Do you think something is off about today?" he asked.

Tsubaki nodded as she walked up next to her meister. "Black Star and I both woke up feeling like something bad was going to happen today," she explained.

"Same with me and Maka," Soul told her.

"This can't be good…" Maka trailed off in her thoughts.

"Don't worry! Everything will be okay because I, the Great Black Star, is here!" he yelled.

Patty, Desmond and Kid were sitting on the steps waiting for their friends while Liz, Rain, and Crona stood by them. Soul and Maka's eyes were drawn to Desmond who was wearing a deep purple sweatshirt that was too big on her instead of her normal maroon one. She sat with her feet on the step below the one she was sitting on so her knees came up slightly and she rested her elbows on her knees. Desmond had her hood up and hung her head slightly. She looks sad, Tsubaki thought when she saw the small meister.

"Hi guys!" Patty called happily when she saw the group approaching. Desmond's head snapped up and she put on her mask of smiles. "Hey-a," she called.

Maka smiled. She seems okay now, she thought.

Desmond, Patty, and Black Star walked in front of the rest of the group into the school. While walking in Liz looked over to Tsubaki and said, "Today's just gonna suck."

Kid turned to look at one of his weapons. "You think so too?"

"Everyone thinks there is something odd about today. Like something really bad is going to happen. Even Black Star and he doesn't have much of a sixth sense when it comes to these things," Maka explained. At that moment it seemed like all eyes fell on Desmond further ahead. She was smiling and laughing with Patty and Black Star. "Nah, she's fine," Soul said quietly.

"D-did you say something Soul?" Crona asked.

"No," Soul said without removing his eyes from Desmond worriedly.

They all ruled out the possibility of this something being about Desmond except Kid and Rain. Kid saw what was going on the other day, he knew the thoughts spinning around in her head. I need to do something to stop her, he thought. Rain on the other hand just knew her thought process, knew how she acted. I'll keep an eye on her extra close for now, he thought.

Classes went by smoothly, nothing out of the ordinary. However, through out the day, Maka couldn't help but to think about the past. How Desmond could put on a brave face through everything. How she didn't see one tear fall from her eye at Vic's funeral in front of people. How in public, Desmond's emotions were her emotions, not for everyone to know about. I'm not too big on showing weakness, Desmond told Maka once. Not even Maka knew why she thought like that and did the things she did.

Maka sat between Spirit and Kami in the dark room. They were in the first row of seats and right in front of the coffin. Desmond sat on the other side of Spirit silently. She sat up straight with her hands folded in her lap and her ankles crossed under her chair. Her face was straight and emotionless. Maka watched her as people walked by; some stopped to talk to Spirit, and then introduced themselves to Desmond. She would give a small smile and say 'it's nice to meet you. Thank you for coming, it means a lot to me.' When Desmond wasn't talking to people however, she was looking at the flowers and every once in a while when she heard another pair of heels she would turn around anxiously. Maka knew she was waiting for Catherine to walk in. "Spirit," Kami whispered. Spirit turned toward his wife. "She's not coming is she?" she asked.

Spirit sighed. "I don't think so. But it's not like she completely abandoned her daughter, she came to the wake yesterday," he explained. The words he was saying felt like poison, especially because he knew that Desmond had already known that, but wouldn't let herself believe it. That's why only every once in a while she would turn around.

Kami's face twisted in disapproval. "That's horrible," she whispered with venom in her voice.

"At least she showed some support. Don't forget that she is probably in the hospital herself," Spirit said defending Catherine.

"I doubt it. She was perfectly fine yesterday. Why couldn't she come today? I get that she was the one that wanted the divorce but didn't she love Desmond enough to help her through probably her darkest hour?" Kami retorted.

"Kami-" Spirit cut himself off when he saw Desmond stand up sharply and begin to walk away. He began to get up but Kami did instead. "Stay here," she commanded as she walked away after Desmond.

Maka began to fidget with her fingers nervously. She didn't want to get up and walk through the dreary room by herself, but at the same time she wanted to make sure Desmond was okay.

The brown haired girl (remember this is before she dyed her hair) sat down on the floor in the women's bathroom and began to let a few tears escape. The door opened soon after and Kami walked in. "Desmond, it's okay to cry in the funeral room," she said sweetly. Desmond looked up at Maka's beloved mama. "You two are constantly fighting at home and I have to be strong because Maka needs someone to do that for her in this mess! Show some respect and don't fight at my dad's funeral for god's sake!" she said fiercely. Kami was hurt, but nodded and helped her up. After Desmond calmed down, they went back into the funeral room.

Desmond came back after about five minutes with Kami and sat next to Maka, in the same position as before. Kami sat down on the other side of Desmond, as far away from Spirit as she could. Maka watched her look from each bouquet to the people. She wouldn't look at the coffin though.

At the end, after everyone had left, Desmond walked up to it. The lid was closed because apparently he died in a horrible way. She placed her arms on the lid, rested her forehead on her forearms, and began to cry.

Maka watched her friend throughout the day. I wonder why she always does that to herself, she thought.

Well I couldn't tell you why she felt that way
She felt it everyday
And I couldn't help her
I just watched her make the same mistakes again
What's wrong? What's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems
Don't know where she belongs
Where she belongs…

I originally was going to have a flashback from Rain in this chapter too but I decided to put it in the next one to make it longer.