Hey! I, SuperSwimmerNerdo will be turning the Broken Mask over to WhiteRaven. I'm sorry, I have a lot of stories to do and I didn't want to finish it. But I do want the story to continue and my wonderful friend has taken the challenge of finishing this story for you. She will put in stuff that I want she's like my own BlueJay. If you don't know who that is check out A Blast of the Past. Hate to abandon you, but I will write some for this if WhiteRaven asks. If you want to read more of mine, check out Project Hug and a Blast of the Past!

"Hi! I am WhiteRaven if you like this chapter stick around for more. And read my two other stories one is Wings which is in FanFic and the other is Crack which is in FictionPress! SSN asked you what you thought the first chapters name means, to uphold her promise I brought it upon myself to do as she promised."

Chapter 5: Unjust

Maka POV

The wind chilled me as I walked to the ball. Hopefully, I won't ruin the dress Liz and Patty bought me with Kid's money. The moon was its usual smiling self, that's good that means I'm not dreaming.

The walk was brutal. I curled my sandy blond hair for this ball. I placed the mask that Liz and Patty also bought me with Kid's money. The dress was in one piece. I still can't believe how beautiful it is. My mask was unbelievable as well. Greens and reds swirled around like dye in water. The corner of my eye on the left side had a green jem while the other side had a red one. Kid wouldn't be happy with my outfit, now would he?

Before I came here I looked at myself in the mirror. The person looking back at me was a stranger. Too pretty to be me.

I made it through the entrance, eyes looked back at me. Not one of them looked familiar; they were all strangers to me now that I can't see their faces. I could barely make out two shapes in the distance standing in two different shades of pink. In the corner stood a girl with a stinging light purple dress. I figured that Tsu would be standing in the background. I wish I could do the same.

Soul POV

If only Maka let me see what dress she should be wearing. Then I could tell which direction I need to be moping in. Everyone is wearing a mask. Everyone but Black*Star, he will be wearing face paint because he couldn't find a mask that "fit" him. Even I was wearing a stupid mask that Kid forced upon me. It was "symmetrical"; I was wearing the pinstripe suit kid bought me. And a red demon mask, Kid approved it of course. The demon mask seemed familiar though.

Yesterday when Maka got home she was acting strange. Like she was excited but scared at the same time. Two girls walked by giggling and pointing at me. I'm not sure if it's because I look funny or handsome. I never know with girls. A slow song was playing random people in groups of two were rocking back and forth on the dance floor. The music was missing the light note of a piano. One thing that I know that I'm not going to do tonight is play the piano, Maka would know it's me. The other is dancing.

Every color that I know and then some blended together. That's when I noticed her. Who is that girl, it can't be Maka. She was standing by a wall. Her dress was red and green; her hair was waves of gold. She was wearing a mask that went with her dress, but looked like splotches of ink in white water. She was beautiful, but I can't like anyone.

She saw me watching her. She probably coming over to tell me I'm a freak or she saw someone else. That's probably it. But it wasn't, she came right to me.

Maka POV

He has been staring at me for a while. I should feel uncomfortable, but something about him puts butterflies in my stomach. I know what a stupid saying but it's the truth. His hair, what little I can see of is as white as the snow. And the small flashes of ruby red eyes. I know him somewhere, but I can't remember where or when I've seen before.

I have to talk to him. If I could I would look at his soul, but it's against the rules. Oh, well I need to grow up and go to him.

Every step I take feels like walking through cement. But every step takes me closer to him. The mask he is wearing seems familiar as well. Odd mask, it looks like a red demon. But, it goes so well with his suit and every part of him. The way he stands, his wonderful hair and eyes. Who is he?

I could faintly hear the slow beat of the music. It's missing something. What is it missing? What is wrong with me, why am I acting this way? That's it; I know what it's missing. It's missing the glorious ring of the piano. I wish Soul could play for us, just this once. But I can't find Soul, I don't know what he's wearing.

I'm closer just a foot away. His smell envelopes me. It's so familiar.

Soul POV

She's right there looking at me. Who is this girl? Why would she notice a guy like me? And her smell I know I've smelt it before. It's like rose and an orange field. An odd mixture, but familiar.

Maka POV

There he is. Standing right in front of me. What should I say? I could see Liz or was it Patty? I don't know, I don't care. Motioning me to do something, but what? Oh, I get it. "Will...will you dance with me?"

I know it took a long time to get finished. Sorry. But, I've been busy. I hope you like it, it was a favor, because SSN is busy as well. I'm still working on BlueJay's Flight, but it will be done soon. Check it out in FictionPress, if you're interested. It mainly is the story of how BlueJay ended up being partners with BlackHawk, and explains more about BlueJay's life before she meet BlackHawk. Well chao!