I carefully placed the locket where it once was and closed the door. I had no idea if this place was something special to mom or not.

I made a mental note to look at it later, I wonder what the little note was.

My brain struggled to comprehend the person in front of me.

I wasn't one to judge from first look but I didn't like this person one tiny bit.

I'll add him to my list of "their hot but they're probably not good for you."

His irises were plain black though, like those of a sharks, like those of a murderer.

"Oh Maka, I didn't know you were still up" my mother stuttered out, not convincing me of anything.

It was like 6pm, why would I be in bed?

I raised an eyebrow and slowly spoke "well I'm not, I was just about to fix dinner."

This sounded like a very sophisticated talk for two related people. It didn't make me happy.

I asked for a change though, I didn't really specify what I needed to get through to get the change I wanted.

Or what change I wanted at all.

I just missed my mom is all, so why does it seem like she's caught in some sneaky business.

If she is why would she let me come here? I loved mystery books, and I'm a meister. We were typically good at figuring stuff out like this.

You know besides black*star.

My mom looked at me with a sympathetic look and I couldn't tell if it was because of the guy or what she was about to tell me.

"Maka sweetheart, this is somebody I've been working with and his name is Michael, and Michael this is my daughter Maka."

She waved her hands in that unnecessary form of greeting while saying so.

"Ah, Kami I didn't know you had a daughter. Nice to meet you Maka."

Sophisticated.

Why am I suddenly feeling extremely disoriented with this sophistication?

"Nice to meet you too, Michael." We shook hands and he smiled at me.

When did smiles stop being a happy thing?

"Maka if you wouldn't mind I need to talk to Michael about some business at work."

I glanced down the hallway with many doors and then back to the door with the piano and mysterious locket.

Work eh?

Curious, I nodded and watched as she walked into the room I had just been creeping in.

Nice try.

I dropped my head and sighed walking down the stairs and to the kitchen.

I was pretty disappointed to say the least.

My cooking skills have found themselves to be worse.

Oh well I'm not the one eating the fish now am I?

I looked upstairs where they were still "working"

I haven't heard any moans yet so hey, one thing to mark off the list.

I put my hand on the counter as I felt a slight wave of dizziness wash over me and then I looked over at the fish and decided to have half.

I didn't really wanna eat, I didn't really have the appetite for it anymore.

A huge bang suddenly shook the place making me jump up and subconsciously call out "Soul!"

When there was nothing to grasp in my hand I flooded back to reality. I groaned at my slight disadvantage to whatever was to come.

It came from upstairs.

One day, just one day I decide to leave and this stuff happens.

I ignored the drop of blood that dripped on the floor from an open cut wound, that probably opened when I jumped up and hit my arm on the counter.

I slowly walked upstairs, curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction bought it back.

Unfortunately, the only reason I came back to life this time was because I had another 8 lives to spend.

-Soul

"WOOOO, I TOLD YOU I'M BETTER AT BASKETBALL!"

"Black*star would you please be quiet?"

I quietly groaned as Black*star and Tsubaki started arguing, I was going to lose my hearing this way.

I felt a thin arm pat my back softly and blue eyes look at me.

"You okay, Soul?"

Her name was Kimberly, my girlfriend. Despite what a lot of people think about her she's actually quite nice.

Just not Maka.

What am I talking about? She's not coming back. Wherever she went.

"I'm fine just a small headache." I smiled, it wasn't fake or sad just not happy.

She returned the smile gently and lightly massaged my temples with one of her hands.

I remember whenever I first asked Maka if Kimberly could replace her on the team.

Kimberly got really mad at me after Maka ran off.

She scolded me about how to tell her in a kinder way and how we could've all been on the team.

I felt her soft hand slide down my arm and squeeze my wrist lightly, asking to hold my hand in which I grabbed hers in response.

She gripped my hand tightly in a comforting gesture.

"Soul?" I heard Tsubaki's quiet voice ask me.

"Yes?"

"Here this is for you, I found it in your kitchen but it doesn't have a name on it or anything."

I stared at the small piece of paper in wonder.

I looked around it to make sure there was no name on it or markings and stuffed it in my pocket. I'll read when I get back hom- to the apartment.