A/N: Chapter 5! This is a big chapter, there's going to be a lot happening. It goes up and down and up and down. This chapter was really hard for me to write, you'll know why when you read it.
I also apologize in advance for the amount of foul language in this chapter. XD Emotions are running high and Soul gets a dirty mouth when he's angry, as I'm sure you've noticed already.
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater but I wish I did. I also do not own Clue and if you've never played it go buy it now.
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Clue
"They'll figure it out eventually." Maka agreed. "Go ahead and stay with Liz and Mrs. Peacock, I'll watch over these two."
Maka decided that, if there was one good thing to come out of this, she hoped it would be the two young men's happiness.
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Ms. Scarlet was whining by morning.
"You can't keep a lady locked up in a tiny room!" She shouted, pounding on the door. "I demand you let me out!"
"I dunno, you didn't say please." Soul replied casually, his hands in his pockets as he stood outside her door with Maka.
"You-you insolent...!" Ms. Scarlet spluttered, seemingly unable to form a coherent sentence.
"Now she's insulting us." Maka said with mock disdain.
"The nerve of some people."
"I told you I was sorry!" The woman shrieked, banging on the door again. "It was all his idea! I didn't think you were a murderer, Soul-kun."
"Ah, I see you're back to liking me again. As pleasant as this conversation is, what do you really want?"
Silence.
"I'm almost out of toilet paper." Came the sullen reply from the other side of the door.
"It all makes sense now." Maka said sagely, unable to hold back a smile. "Maybe if you're nice we'll get you some."
Ms. Scarlet's wail followed them down the hallway.
"Do you think we're being too harsh?" The female meister asked, glancing at her partner as they headed downstairs.
"...Nah." He said dismissively, stepping into the lounge to meet with the others.
"What did the princess want?" Liz drawled as they entered, filing her nails in the corner of the room.
"Nothing important." Soul replied, flopping down onto one of the armchairs. "She wants toilet paper."
"You know, I can't help but point out that there haven't been any more murders since we locked those two up." Mrs. Peacock said.
"That's true." Kid nodded, sipping his soup. "It's still not definite yet. We shouldn't let our guards down."
"The kitchen is almost empty, we're running out of food and supplies." Maka said, looking to Mrs. Peacock. "Is there anywhere we can get more food considering this stupid storm is still going on?"
Mrs. Peacock paused, thinking. "There might be some more food in the cellar. They treat it more like a pantry and storage area than anything else. The electricity breaker is located there too."
"Let's go check it out after we give the princess her stupid toilet paper." Liz said, getting up from her chair and beckoning Patti forward. "You guys okay here?"
"Yeah." Soul grunted.
"Let's go Patti, Maka."
Patti bounced forward, Liz trailing after her and Maka following the two of them.
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Mrs. Peacock was snoring.
Soul turned to glare at her, annoyed. "Can I-"
"No." Kid interrupted.
"You don't even know what I was going to say."
"I'm sure it involved some sort of bodily harm to Mrs. Peacock."
"..."
"I thought so."
Soul sighed, thumping his head on the armrest. They were going around in circles again. He didn't ever want to see a knife and a bottle of arsenic ever again.
"It's time to take the Professor and Ms. Scarlet their food." Kid said, breaking the silence.
"What should we do about Mrs. Snoresalot?"
Kid hesitated. "I guess we could lock her in here, she should be safe for the few minutes we're gone."
Soul nodded, getting up and following Kid out of the room, locking it behind him as he did so. They headed to the kitchen, heating up some soup for their 'prisoners' and adding a packet of crackers. They placed the dishes onto separate trays before making their way up the stairs carefully, trying not to spill the soup.
Kid placed his tray down in the hallway as Soul kicked Ms. Scarlet's door loudly.
"Make sure you're presentable, we're coming in." He grunted, standing aside so Kid could unlock the door. Ms. Scarlet was sitting at the back of the room, reading a book.
Soul was surprised she even knew how to read.
"Finally, I'm starving!" She whined, placing her book down. Soul placed the tray on her bed and stepped back by the door with Kid. "How much longer am I going to be stuck in here?"
"Until you stop whining." Soul said, preparing to shut the door. "So basically, never."
He slammed the door.
Kid smirked slightly as he locked the door, looking over at Soul.
"If you're not careful she's going to stab you with a spoon."
"I'd like to see her try." Soul scoffed, moving over to the door where the Professor was stationed. "Oi, douchebag, we're coming in!" He unlocked the door, preparing himself for an attack.
Soul opened the door slowly, muscles tense as Kid edged in behind him.
The room was empty.
"What?" Soul frowned, looking in the closet and under the bed as Kid checked the bathroom.
"Looks like he found himself a lock pick." The shinigami sighed, pointing to the doorknob, tiny little scratches marring it's bronze surface. "We should warn the others."
Soul and Kid quickly headed down the stairs, almost running into a frantic Liz at the bottom.
"Kid!" Liz yelled, grabbing his arm. "Come, quick!"
"What happened?" Kid asked as Liz began to practically drag the shinigami towards the cellar.
"Maka was sorting through everything in the cellar and Patti and I left to go and find some boxes to carry all the goods in so we would only have to make one trip." Liz babbled as they made it to the door to the cellar. "When we got back she was trapped in there!"
"Soul!" Maka called from the other side of the door, a tiny little barred window being the only view into the room beyond. It even had a little piece that you could slide in front of the window, blocking the view inside.
The cellar door was made of heavy iron, it looked almost like it belonged to a dungeon of some sort. Soul grabbed the door handle, trying to pull it open but it didn't budge. Kid and Liz quickly ran off to find a crowbar to pry the door open.
"How do you always manage to get yourself into these situations?" Soul sighed, frowning.
Maka's scared green eyes were framed in the window, her face slightly pale. "I didn't do it, someone closed the door on me!"
"What do you mean?" Soul asked, his heart beat speeding up. Was it the Professor?
"I had put a cinder block in front of the door so it wouldn't close on me." Maka sighed, looking around. "By the time I heard someone behind me the door was almost closed. I couldn't see outside, the little window was shut, but I heard them shuffling around outside for a few moments."
"Don't worry, we'll get you out." Soul assured her as he and Patti leaned forward, inspecting the door.
After a few seconds of tense silence, Maka's voice called out. "Soul?"
"Yeah?"
"It smells like gas."
Soul jerked up, staring through the heavy iron door. "What?"
"Soul, there's a gas line in here!" Maka cried, panicked.
"Don't worry, so long as there isn't a spark nothing should-" Soul stopped, eyes wide. A memory was lurking at the edge of his awareness, making him pause.
"Wonderful fireplace isn't it?" Mrs. Peacock asked, watching Soul. "They're those new electric ones, you know. Turn themselves on at certain times of the day. This one usually starts around 12:00 in the afternoon."
Soul felt his face pale. He looked at his watch. 11:50.
Mrs. Peacock paused, thinking. "There might be some more food in the cellar. They treat it more like a pantry and storage area than anything else. The electricity breaker is located there too."
"Patti! Go get Mrs. Peacock, maybe she knows of another way in here! Quickly!" He yelled, tossing the maid some keys before turning back to the door and running his hands along it frantically.
The maid nodded, rushing down the hallway.
"Soul?" Maka's nervous voice asked from the doorway, hands gripping the little bars on the tiny window. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, you'll be fine." Soul said a little too quickly, checking the hinges. His heart skipped a beat when he realized the door was somehow crudely welded shut. "No..."
He glanced at his watch again. 11:56.
The weapon swore, kicking the door.
"Soul, we found a crowbar!" Liz called, running up with Kid on her heels.
"What's wrong?" Kid asked, taking in Soul's pale face.
"The room is flooding with gas." The weapon replied, snatching the crowbar and attempting to pry the door open. It wasn't budging.
Kid processed this information. His eyes widened as he came to the same conclusion as the scythe weapon and he rushed forwards, trying to help Soul save his meister's life.
"What's going on?" Mrs. Peacock and Patti had arrived.
"Is there any other way into this cellar?" Soul asked, grabbing the woman by the shoulders.
"I...no I don't think so. The room is surrounded by solid rock, there's no way out but the door."
Soul swore again, pushing at the door helplessly.
"Soul..." Maka called quietly, drawing her weapon's attention. "I'm stuck aren't I?"
Soul was silent, staring at her green eyes in anguish.
Maka nodded slowly, tears welling in her eyes as she took a slow, calming breath. "Alright. Soul, listen to me." She said sternly, drawing Soul's eyes to her. "You did the best you could-"
"No! Don't...don't." Soul yelled, slamming the crowbar into the door repeatedly. It barely dented it.
Kid glanced at a clock on the nearby wall. 11:58.
"Soul! Listen!" Maka yelled. "It's not your fault, don't you dare say it's your fault! Any of you!" She added, looking at the others. "Find the bastard that's doing this, okay?"
"Maka..."
"Do it." Maka demanded, tears streaming down her eyes. "I know you can."
Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.
The grandfather clock was chiming the afternoon alarm.
"Maka!" Soul yelled grabbing the bars. Maka gave him a wobbly smile as a tiny spark raced from the breaker and the cellar erupted in flames.
Liz screamed, jumping back as flames shot out of the little window in the door, Kid pulling Soul out of the way just in time.
Maka's screams were torture to hear, her level of pain immeasurable.
Soul roared, yanking himself out of the shinigami's hold and slamming his fists on the door, burning them. He tried the door handle and smoke seared from his hands as they burned, the smell of overcooked meat causing everyone to gag.
It took Kid, Liz and Patti to pull Soul back again as Maka's screams stopped abruptly, the sound of the roaring flames loud in her sudden silence.
"Let me go! Maka!" Soul screamed, fighting to break free of the hold the others had on him.
"It's too late, Soul. She's gone." Kid choked, trying to hold back his own tears.
"No! Maka!" Soul yelled in anguish, ripping his one arm free of the sisters and punching Kid in the face. The shinigami grunted but refused to let go, even with the blood trickling down his face.
The stone walls made it difficult for the flames to spread, causing them to begin to die down without any more oxygen or fuel to keep them going. Kid guessed the gas that was leaking through was nearly empty.
Soul sagged to the ground, no longer fighting to break free. Kid held him closely, wrapping his arms around him as the weapon turned towards him, burying his face in the shinigami's shoulder, wracking sobs causing his body to shudder.
Mrs. Peacock, looking horrified, left and returned with a fire extinguisher, handing it to Liz.
Patti was staring at the door in terror, unable to move from her spot.
Once the flames had died down sufficiently, Liz attempted to open the door, careful to protect her hands from it's hot surface. It took both Liz and Patti kicking at it a few times for it to finally fall, the heat from the flames melting the shoddy welding and weakening it. The older Thompson sister attacked the flames with a vengeance, spraying the whole room in white foam.
There was nothing left inside but some ash and debris. Maka's body wasn't even discernible in the wreckage.
Soul's sobs had stopped but he was still clutching onto Kid as though his life depended on it, seemingly oblivious to the burns on his hands.
There was a shuffling noise down the hall and Professor Plum appeared, Ms. Scarlet behind him. Liz and Patti moved to stand between them and their friends, the older sister wielding the fire extinguisher like a weapon.
"What happened?" Ms. Scarlet asked, staring wide-eyed at the open door to the cellar.
"As if you didn't know." Liz snarled, brandishing the fire extinguisher.
"We don't know anything, we just wanted to get out of our cells and get a bit of freedom." Professor Plum stated, stepping forward. "Where's Maka?"
Soul stiffened, lifting his head from Kid's shoulder slowly, his eyes flickering dangerously in the dim lighting of the hallway. Plum took a step back at the demonic look in his crimson eyes.
The weapon stood up slowly, swaying almost drunkenly. He was still holding the crowbar in one hand, the blood from his burns smearing the cold metal. Soul stepped around Kid, never once taking his eyes off the Professor.
"Soul?" Kid asked cautiously, standing up.
"You fucking bastard." The scythe weapon snarled, taking slow and deliberate steps towards Plum, the crowbar dragging along the floor with each step, blood trailing on the carpet behind it.
Liz looked scared and even Patti seemed uncertain, watching as the weapon stalked closer and closer to the pair down the hall.
"We didn't do anything!" Ms. Scarlet cried, backing away from Soul's demonic form.
"Soul." Kid commanded, loudly. The weapon paused briefly before continuing onwards, only a few steps away from the Professor.
"I swear to you." Plum said slowly, raising his hands in compliance, his voice slightly off due to his broken nose. He and Ms. Scarlet were backed up against a wall, trapped. "We didn't do anything, I have no idea what's going on!"
"Bullshit." Soul snapped, his voice deadly cold as he stopped a few feet away. "You trapped her in there and left her to die. I just want to return the favor."
Ms. Scarlet screamed as the scythe weapon lunged ahead, crowbar raised.
Kid darted forward, shoving Soul sideways and causing the crowbar to sink into the wall, inches away from the Professor's pale face. The scythe weapon crashed into the wall, his shoulder puncturing a hole in the plaster. Kid held him there, a hand on the wall on either side of Soul's face, his yellow eyes imploring the weapon to calm down.
"Kid. Move."
"No, you need to calm down."
"Goddammit!" Soul yelled, trying to push the shinigami off him. "Fuck off!"
"No." Kid replied calmly, holding his ground. "You're not yourself."
"I don't care! Maka's dead, don't you get it!" Soul cried out, anguish in his eyes. "She was my only family and now she's gone!"
"You're wrong!" Kid yelled back, the sudden raise in volume startling the weapon into noticing the hurt in the shinigami's eyes. "We're your family too."
Soul paused in his struggle, eyes wide. As though coming out of a dream, he realized Kid's nose was bleeding and he had a black eye, testament to Soul hitting him earlier. Liz and Patti were standing behind Kid, looking scared but hopeful. Soul raised his hand slowly, running a finger along the edge of the bruise on the shinigami's face, causing Kid to wince.
"I'm sorry." Soul said brokenly, closing his eyes.
"Don't ever think you're alone." Kid replied quietly, putting his forehead on Soul's. "Not as long as I'm here."
And then he kissed him.
Soul stiffened in surprise, his brain seemed to be short circuiting as Kid's soft lips pressed into his. He stood there motionlessly, unable to think, unable to move.
Kid pulled back quickly, looking nervous and slightly hurt when Soul didn't kiss him back. "I'm sorry. I-I thought..." He trailed off, looking away.
Soul blinked, his brain catching up with what was happening. He grabbed a fistful of the shinigami's shirt, ignoring the stinging in his hands as he pulled Kid forward, pressing their lips together again.
The shinigami made a small noise of surprise before pressing forward eagerly, deepening the kiss slightly.
"As much as I'm glad this is finally happening, now is really not the time." Liz interrupted, still holding on to the fire extinguisher.
Kid sighed internally and ended the kiss, giving Soul a small smile. He supposed the older Thompson sister was right, Soul was still too broken to be thinking properly. He stepped back, one hand still on the other man's arm.
"Alright, everyone to the lounge."
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"I want to know what you were doing after you escaped your room." Kid asked an hour after the incident, pacing in front of Professor Plum and Ms. Scarlet.
The two 'prisoner's' were squished together on the love seat. Patti was standing on the left and Liz on the right, both of them glaring at the two between them, daring them to attempt an escape. Mrs. Peacock was standing by the door and Soul was sitting in an armchair, the palms of his hands were carefully wrapped in bandages, his fingers left free.
He hadn't said a word since the kiss.
Kid hoped he wasn't regretting it.
"I told you, you have the wrong people." Professor Plum said slowly as though speaking to a 5-year-old. "I don't think it's fair that we were locked up. So I escaped."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"After I escaped I hid in the room across the hall. After you two left I freed Ms. Scarlet and the two of us headed downstairs. Honestly, we were trying to get to the cellar for the wine." Professor Plum glanced at Ms. Scarlet. "If you were going to hold us hostage we at least wanted to be drunk while you did it. When we got close we could hear someone in the hall. They threw something into one of the rooms and quickly left. When we went to investigate we found a welding torch-"
Kid stopped pacing. "You found what?"
"A welding torch!" Ms. Scarlet replied, nervously. "We didn't know why someone would need something like that. Of course, we know now."
"Did you see who put it in there?" Kid asked, staring at them intently.
"All we saw was-"
The lights went out.
There was some startled oaths and Ms. Scarlet screamed. Kid bumped into a side table in his attempt to find his footing. The lamp on the table fell over, smashing on the floor. The room was pitch black and Kid felt his other senses heighten, every little sound suddenly louder to his ears. Footsteps were running in every direction, disorienting him. There was a crash to his right, he heard a scream from the next room over, signifying that at least one person had left the lounge.
"I'm scared." He heard Ms. Scarlet whisper, presumably to the Professor.
"No one move!" He called out, reaching blindly for Soul's armchair and finding the weapon's hand instead. Soul grabbed his hand and entwined their fingers together, anchoring him.
No one else was listening.
"The fire must have damaged the electricity! We need to find the back-up generator!" Mrs. Peacock's muffled voice rambled. Kid wasn't sure she was even in the same room.
BANG!
The gunshot reverberated around the house. There was a muffled thud and then silence.
"Shit." He heard Soul whisper, his hand clenching onto the shinigami's so they wouldn't lose each other.
"We need to move." Kid replied, ducking down and groping blindly in front of himself so as not to bump into anything. "It's a free-for-all now, this is the killer's chance to finish us all off."
Kid tried to picture a mental map of the layout of the mansion as he attempted to lead them to the library. He hoped they could find a flashlight, candles, anything that could give them some light. Running footsteps thudded above them, muffled crashes and screams sounded down the the hall. Kid hoped Liz and Patti were okay. The two sisters had survived on the streets, surely they would be fine in this situation?
They made it to what Kid hoped was the library, the bookshelves and armchairs confirming his mental map. He pulled Soul behind the small couch in the library, the two of them sitting side-by-side in the darkness, their hands still clasped together. Kid could feel the rough texture of the bandages around the other man's hands. He tried to pull himself together mentally.
"This is bad." He whispered causing Soul's hand to twitch slightly but not let go.
"Here's the plan." Soul replied, shifting beside the shinigami. "We need to find Liz and Patti and then we need to stick together until the killer comes after us. Then we kill them. Simple as pie."
"It's not that simple." Kid sighed, running his free hand down his face.
"Of course, before we can find Liz and Patti we need to find a flashlight or something."
"Right." Kid paused, turning to look at Soul and seeing only darkness. "Are you okay?"
The shinigami was sure that Soul knew he wasn't asking about injuries. Sure enough, the weapon stiffened slightly but then relaxed.
"I can't avenge the others if I'm wallowing in remorse." He said, his voice taking on a hint of iciness. "I will have to mourn for them later, right now I just don't want to lose anyone else." He paused. "Especially you."
Kid nodded and then, realizing that Soul couldn't see him, quietly replied "I wouldn't want to lose you either."
They sat in silence for awhile. The mansion creaked and groaned around them, keeping them tense and alert for any sign that they weren't the only ones in the library. Nothing else could be heard since the gunshot rang through the building. After what felt like ages, Soul poked the shinigami in the arm, catching his attention.
"We need to find some light." The weapon whispered, standing up and pulling Kid with him.
The shinigami slowly moved forward, inching along the wall. He bumped into a table somewhere, knocking over a stack of books on top. The two of them froze, listening. When nothing jumped out at them they continued on in agonizing slowness.
Kid was sure they should be nearing the door if his mental map was correct and he walked forward faster, intent on moving on. He stumbled over something soft and fell to the ground, bringing a startled Soul with him. He groaned as the other man landed on top of him, knocking the wind out of him.
After a moment Soul spoke up. "I think I've lost my mind, just so you know. I'm crazy."
Kid blinked in the darkness. "I-what-why?"
"Because, I can't see a damn thing, we're trapped in this goddamn mansion with a killer who has murdered most of my friends that were like family to me. I could die at any moment and I'm pretty sure we're lying on top of a dead body." Soul listed off. Kid could picture him ticking off his fingers as he spoke. "And yet, all I can think about is how much I want to kiss you right now."
Kid smiled slightly, relieved that Soul didn't regret their earlier kiss. Then he brought himself back down to reality.
"Now isn't really the time..." He said slowly, shifting as he tried to move whatever he was laying on (was it really a dead body?) out from under him. It was difficult with Soul on top of of him, but he managed. "Not that I would mind exactly-"
Kid was cut off as he was pulled forward and silenced by a pair of lips descending on his. They were slightly off to the side, testament to the pitch darkness in the room. The shinigami quickly shifted his head to the side so their lips were perfectly aligned, opening his mouth somewhat and probing the other man's with his tongue. Soul's mouth answered his, their tongues colliding. The scythe weapon tasted sweet with a hint of bitterness, similar to dark chocolate.
Soul shifted slightly on top of Kid so he was straddling him, their chests pressed together, the weapon practically lying on top of the other man. Kid buried one hand in the scythe weapon's hair, the other on Soul's back, causing his shirt to ride up. They kissed hungrily, almost frantically, Soul's bandaged hand propping himself up on one side, the other clutching the collar of the shinigami's shirt. Kid moaned loudly when Soul sucked on his lower lip causing the shinigami to buck his hips slightly. The scythe weapon groaned as their groins pressed together, sparks of pleasure shooting up their spines.
There were footsteps in the hall.
They had almost forgotten they were in danger.
They sprang apart, the two of them separated as they both scrambled to find a spot to hide. Kid groped his way around a bookshelf and he heard Soul shuffling in the distance before the room was silent. The shinigami's heart was racing a mile a minute and he wasn't sure if it was because someone was coming or because of Soul.
Perhaps a mixture of both, he decided.
To make matters worse, he most definitely had a hard on and he had to will himself to calm down. Now was not the time.
And was his shirt missing a button? Soul was the type to do that just to spite him; his OCD issues always amused the other man.
The door to the library creaked open slowly. Footsteps shuffled inside, the door closing with a quiet click. Ms. Scarlet was illuminated by a small tea light, the flame flickering and casting shadows on her face. She was breathing heavily, almost bordering on hyperventilating. There was a soft thud as she tripped over the same thing that Kid did, the candle slipping from her fingers and extinguishing itself on the floor. He could hear her shuffling around before the light returned as she struck a match. She lit the candle again and inspected the lump on the floor from where she sat. Suddenly she let out a loud, ear-piercing scream.
Kid stepped forward but Soul beat him to her. The weapon lunged from under a desk and slapped his hand over her mouth, silencing her.
"Shut up!" He hissed, staring into her wide, brown eyes. "Do you want the killer to find us?"
Ms. Scarlet quietly shook her head and Soul let her go.
The flames were reflected in his red ones as he looked over at the lump on the floor. Mrs. Peacock's body was pale, a wrench shoved down her throat, suffocating her. Her eyes were bulging out and her bloated face was an ugly mix of blue and purple. There was still partially wet saliva trailing from her mouth. It was a grisly sight.
Ms. Scarlet whimpered.
"This is bad." Soul said quietly, glancing up at Kid. "When this light runs out we're going to be sitting ducks."
"I know." Kid sighed, crouching down to look at Mrs. Peacock's corpse. "Ms. Scarlet, what happened to you after the lights went out?"
"I was with the Professor." She mumbled morosely, her eyes darting all around the room. "He pulled me out of the lounge and upstairs. We hid in one of the bedrooms for quite some time. When we heard someone come inside the two of us ended up separated when we made our escape. I don't know what happened to him!"
Kid felt like his stomach had dropped down to his knees. If the Professor was with Ms. Scarlet, and Mrs. Peacock was killed with the wrench, then that meant that either Liz or Patti had been involved with the gunshot earlier.
Soul placed his hand on Kid's shoulder, soothing him.
"Where did you find this candle?" Soul asked, taking over for Kid.
"I found it in the bathroom in one of the bedrooms." Ms. Scarlet replied, wringing her hands nervously. "It was the only one. I found the matches in there too. There's only two more left."
They sat in silence, the flame flickering feebly in the darkness. Their one lifeline. A corpse between them, a killer around them and nowhere to hide.
The killer's game had only just begun.
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A/N: And I suppose I'll end it here. I was planning on writing more but once again this spot seemed appropriate.
For those of you who might be wondering on Soul's extreme reaction to Maka's death, I really do think of them as a really close brother/sister relationship (with Soul as the older, over-protective brother). I think most people would react badly to their sibling dying in such a terrible way.
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter? Things are going to be coming to an end soon. I don't think I've given enough clues as to who the killer is, but I don't think it's very important at this point. I don't know if the hints are too subtle since I'm the one writing it and it seems obvious to me. We'll have to see, I suppose.
R.I.P
Maka Albarn
Honestly, I'm so sorry that you're gone. I'll miss your Maka Chops.
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He would not allow the killer to take anyone else away from him. Not if he could help it. Especially not Kid.
He could see the shinigami's reflection in the mirror. Soul took a few deep, calming breaths.
He would not let Kid die.
I'm being mean again, I'm sorry.