Guess who? No it's not Beyoncé, you really are a horrible guesser. Yeah, I'm disappointed too. Happy late Christmas/early new year everyone! Lets hope next year isn't as shitty as this one was QAQ (lemme know what you got for Christmas in the reviews, I'd love to hear what y'all got! =w=) Chapter vier is here, hope you like back stories and getting punched in the gut by feels. Hope you enjoy :3

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater

The wind rustled her once neat blonde hair, blowing it into her face and obscuring her vision. She made no move to brush it away, she'd already read the gravestones more times than she could count.

'Spirit Albarn: born on November 23rd, 1980- Died on October 17th, 2008
Loving father, devoted husband, cherished friend
You will be missed'

'Kami Albarn: born on December 10th, 1981- Died on October 17th, 2008
Loving mother, faithful wife, cherished friend
You will be missed'

"You will be missed..." Maka whispered out loud to herself, her words being carried away in the wind along with the crisp autumn leaves. She felt droplets of water splash onto her crisp black shoes and for a moment she thought is was raining before realizing that it was her tears that were falling. She felt a presence beside her, but she didn't bother looking up. She already knew who it was.

She felt something being draped over her shoulders, making her finally look up from the cold stones. "You looked cold. You're going to get sick if you stay out here any longer." The black and white haired boy said, adjusting his coat to rest comfortably on her slim shoulders. "It doesn't matter anyway. Nothing matters." She said, dull green staring into flickering gold.

"Don't say that." Kid said firmly, his hands squeezing her shoulders tightly. Maka didn't respond, merely staring at him with dead eyes as her arms hang limply at her sides. "Please listen to me Maka. What happened to them was tragic, and I don't expect you to get over it anytime soon, but no matter what, you need to live on. They would've wanted that for you more than anything." He said.

Maka blinked slowly before nodding. "...Okay." She said in a monotone. Kid looked unconvinced, but backed off slightly. Maka stepped forward slowly, placing a hand on her mothers gravestone. 'goodbye.. Mama...' she thought to herself.

"I miss her too." Kid spoke suddenly. Maka looked up at him. "She was like a mother to me, so I want you to know that you're not alone in this... because I'm going to miss her too." He said. Maka walked up to him slowly, wrapping her arms around his torso and resting her head on his chest, silent tears continuing to stream down her face. They stood there for who knows how long, silently mourning the loss of their loved ones. Not a single word was spoken between them as they both cried.

Once they felt they were ready to leave, they walked back to Kid's car, were his father was waiting for them, looking at them solemnly. The drive back to Kid's home was silent. Once they arrived, they all sat in the living room. The air was heavy between them, silence settling where her parents should have been.

That was the first time Maka had seen the man without his mask.

Maka blinked her eyes open slowly, sitting up in her bed and glancing around the room. She reached up, rubbing her eyes and yawning. 'I had that dream again...' She thought to herself. Every so often, she dreamt of her parents funeral. It was always random, seemingly coming out of nowhere and leaving her with a tight throat and a horribly upset stomach. She glanced at her calender. October 16th. 'Guess it's not so random after all...' With a sigh, she lied back onto her bed, holding her pounding head in her hands. She decided to skip school that day.

An image flashed through her mind, the blood splattered on the ground and pooling around their lifeless bodies. She closed her eyes tightly, shaking her head and willing the image away. She felt Blair nuzzle her cheek, causing her to open her eyes. She scratched behind her ear, earning a purr of approval from the cat. She couldn't find it in herself to smile, simply pulling the feline closer to her and burying her face in it's soft fur.

Blair, as if sensing her owners distress, rubbed against her comfortingly, licking away the tears that managed to escape her eyes. Maka sniffled as the cat licked her cheeks, trying to keep her tears at bay. She took a few deep breaths, finally calming down a bit before turning onto her side, hugging her faithful companion to her chest before falling into a restless slumber.

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Well this sucks. I really just wanted to add this chapter to explain a few things about Maka and her and Kid's relationship. Okay, Maka and Kid were childhood friends because Kid's dad was friends with both Spirit and Kami. Kid's mother died giving birth to him, so he grew up without a mother. Since Kid's father was so busy with work, Kami often came over with Maka to watch her and Kid and have them play together, so Kami became a mother figure for Kid. Kid's dad and Maka's mom were merely good friends, nothing more. Sorry this was so short, this was more of a bonus chapter/briefing, and the next chapter will be out soon. Hope you enjoyed, please leave a review and let me know if anything doesn't make sense, and I'll see you next year! BROFIST!- Sarah