Heaven or Hell

Everything in this world is seen in black and white. The gray never exists in the world, it is only an illusion to calm the minds of those who are indecisive. Yet, we end up questioning the world. Who says everything can only be black and white? Is it our almighty god himself, or another true justice or force beyond us to claim this? There is no cruel answer to that. No one could say there is or is not a Heaven or Hell, Angels or Demons, Good or Bad, Light or Dark. It's simply how it is. It maybe sad and a depressing answer, but what is there truly to believe? There is no science, or proof in the matter, there is only you and your pure and honest opinions. And because of that you are courageous to say your beliefs, no one should have the right to say that your opinion is meaningless and silly.

It's simply the way things should be.

Then why am I still in the gray zone?

Why does my spirit, soul and I still float on the Halfway Point between Heaven and Hell?

Everything was unclear.

The moments when I was alive. The feel of a heart ripping to shreds. The shock of finding out Tim was the Kishin. The natural love between my friends and I. Even the last shred of me desperately clung on to the horrid moment when I was sobbing, wet from my own salt watery eyes as I poured my feelings onto my sobering father. Memories imprinted with the color of gray, forever that color. But that one memory inside my soul while I was done defusing with Mah. Her words... They stain me unlike any filth blood of a cold blooded murder.

What she said to me...

[FLASHBACK]

"Maka... I need to tell you something."

I tilted my head at Mah. "What is it Mah?"

"When you die... You will die."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "I don't follow."

"Your soul has been... Threaded to so many things, first it was the curse which swallowed about forty percent of your soul to see if your soul was constructed or rather a good match to let a Kishin egg partake in taking residence in your soul. When you weren't comparable for the egg it moved onto Tim. Your soul was so weak even though your mother was still pregnant with you at the time your soul was partially consumed, Kah and I still haven't taken residence on your soul yet so you were a miracle to be born. When Kah and I took residence on your soul we had to of course sow our soul lines to the seems of your soul like what every Angel or Demon do when they take residence. But instead we ended up leaving one side untouched because if our threads crossed it could of resulted in your death. Then when the Demon Sword took residence over the untouched part of your soul. When your body and soul started to grow your soul took the support from us and the energy from the Demon Sword. But yet your soul still wavered, and because the thread was torn when Kah and I ripped it out, your soul is now relying on the Demon Sword. When the Demon Sword rips all it's threads to you, you will die in more ways than one. Usually when ones soul is consumed by a evil human or near Kishin then Thread Angels sow them back up, give the soul to the spirit and guide them either to Heaven or the entrance to Hell. But with all the threads that will be ripped from your soul, you may have no soul left to qualify into the gates of Heaven or Hell."

"So, your saying that when I die... It's gonna be like I'm completely wiped off the entire dimensions and any universe, just gone... Forever."

"It's sad, but true, if you are lucky and hold onto a fragment of your soul then you'll become a ghost... It's better than nothing Maka, I wish you and your life a happy after."

[END OF FLASHBACK]

That whole speech that Mah said to explain to me about what will become of me if I died of transferring the Demon Sword to Tsubaki. Yet here I was drubbed in my loose fitting jacket over a too big white shirt and a red plaid skirt that hopped over my knees with the extra space. I was also barefooted, which didn't shock me at all sense most of the times I ended up barefoot in the first place ever since I met Mah and Kah. I looked down at my transparent body and to my hands where all evidence of ever being the host of the Demon Sword, was gone. No black lines or black markings of evil floral designs, all clean and erased.

Unlike last time I had visited the Halway Point, I had all my senses except smelling, but that could only mean that there is no smell in the air. That also meant that my other senses just felt mild things except one thing. It was a lovely sense. I could feel this sense's color, it's smell, sound and feel, but I could not see it. The color felt like a soft texture of lavender but was like a color of an in bloom sakura. Yes that was it's color, a white blooming sakura flower, not obtaining the flashy pink floral most sakura are painted with. The feel of it was like a soft warm wind. The sound was even more so pretty, a wonderful splendor of chimes from mildly high pitched bell chimes and soprano or bass strums of a harp. It was the only thing I could sensed and it was soon gone in a flash, leaving it's vibrant feels carved into my mind and self.

"That's your hint."

A voice chimed in the clouded place. But no matter now much I looked around the cloud domain I found no one to whom that voice belonged to.

"Who said that?"

"There is no need for concern, I'm merely here to give you the hint of where to find the other half of your soul. You should know where the first half is," the voice said again.

I checked my pendant around my neck to make sure it was true. To my surprise a faint white glow came from it instead of the cold white gem it was when I wasn't around people who loved me. This felt like my real soul. But the glow wasn't as bright as it seemed and barley glowed around the gem like my colored soul did. But this... Was the real color of my soul. It wasn't so angelic like Mah, yet not as devious as Kah, just in the middle.

"When a new ghost is born it either weeps across the land or searches for the other parts of it's soul. Do what you wish of my hint and go back down to earth."

"Wait! Why am I still here! I should just e dead now! Why am I here!" I cried out for an answer.

Suddenly the gray cloud vortex that kept me there crumbled underneath me. I felt my body began to sink down and I struggled to hang on. But I was falling again and again, it must be a repeated ritual in my life.

To fall