Eeeek! I'm so sorry for taking this long to update! I was having issues with my computer. I'm also sorry for the grammar issues in the other chapters as well. Date was supposed to be dad. Hehehe… _

Anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter, Kyoko out! :3

Chapter 3

Teachers began ushering the students out of the hallway which contained the horrific scene, but few students budged.

I can't believe this happened. Even if she was a total jerk, she didn't deserve to die. Not like this.

Chaos then erupts after a few short minutes. Screaming and yelling spreads like wildfire throughout the room. All of the remaining students begins rushing to the nearest exit. While the teachers are busy trying to calm the other kids, I walk over to Yumi's body.

"Maka, what are you doing? We should get out of here."

"Hang on a minute Soul."

I bend down near the body. Yumi's lavender hair is now a tangled mess and her skin is now incredibly pale. I slip on my pair of white gloves I always carry around and open up Yumi's shirt to her stomach. There I see multiple stab wounds, about a dozen in all. Yumi only left about ten minutes before class ended. How could there be this many stab wounds and shouldn't we have heard her scream during those ten minutes if she was being stabbed? I then notice a small slip of paper sticking out of Yumi's jacket. Without thinking I grab it. I then quickly button up her shirt and read the paper.

Luxure 1

"That means lust in french."

I jump when I notice Soul right over my shoulder. My face turns bright red. Damn why am I blushing! Luckily he doesn't seem to notice. For scaring me I flick him hard in the thigh.

"Ouch! Hey not cool!"

"I told you not to scare me like that. Anyways, what do you think this means?"

"I don't know, but we should probably head out, before someone spots us looking at the dead corpse in the middle of the room, like some creepy pervs."

When we exit the building police cars are parked in the school's parking lot and all of the students who stayed after school are forced out of the building.

"You need a ride home."

"Thanks. that would be nice." I don't feel like staying around while the cops are here.

"So, where do you live?" Soul asks.

"I'm living in one of the school's apartment complexes. My stuff was sent there. I'm probably gonna be busy unpacking."

"Really? I got one too. That's cool so I guess we're both heading the same way anyways."

"Yeah." I giggle. Why am I giggling? I never giggle like some giddy school girl.

When we get to the complex, Soul and I hope off his bike.

"Well, see you tomorrow Alright." Soul yells to me cheerfully.

"Yeah!"

I began to walk up the long steps to my apartment building. I clutch the key in my palm. What could that slip of paper mean? Hmmm.. Lust then a number one. The word lust seemed like a reasonable word to describe Yumi. She practically got every guy she wanted, but what was with the number one at the end. Could this be only the first victim? Now I'm even more determined to solve this murder.

I hear footsteps behind me. Feeling kind of nervous, I keep walking. A few seconds later I still hear footsteps following me. Someone is following me. What if the murder is after me now! I then stop, quickly spin around, and slam my bag in his or her face. Just as the bag makes impact with the stranger's face, I notice that the supposed stalker is actually Soul. Ooops… I guess I'm little on edge right now with the whole murder thing. He is wearing headphones, so he probably wasn't paying attention to his surroundings.

"OW… WHAT THE HELL!" he yells.

"Well sorry, but you just scared the shit out of me! Why are you following me!" I yell back.

"I'm not following you! I'm just walking up to my apartment!"

I begin to feel really bad once I notice the big bump I just gave him on his forehead. Ugh… Let's just say it doesn't look too good. I can tell it really hurts too by the way he keeps rubbing it.

"I'm really sorry. I guess since you're going this way we must live close to each other. Maybe you can drop by really quick, so I can give you some ice for that bump I gave you."

"Oh, so you're inviting me over." He says with a smug grin and in a certain tone.

"Do you want a Maka-chop to the head or should I just slam my bag in your face again."

I give him my worst death glare.

"N-no thank you."

That shuts him up. Ha!

"So whats your apartment number?" I ask.

"Oh, 405."

"What!?"

"Why that reaction?"

"That can't be right. That's my apartment number."

"Huh!?"

"Let me see your key."

When he hands me his key I hold it up next to mine. There identical. What this can't be right. They don't allow co-ed roomates do they?

We both then run up the rest of the steps to door 405. I unlock the door to see too piles of boxes on each separate sides of the room. On each of the boxes there are labels that read

Soul E. Evans and Maka Albarn.

"No way, we're roommates!" we both scream in unison.

Great just when I thought things couldn't get any worse!

Hey, Kyoko here! Sorry if this chapter sucked! I just got back from vacation, so I'm super tired! List whether you want the next victim to be a girl or boy in the review section. Remember, Kyoko loves her reviews! ^_^ Till next time my friends. I'll update soon. One more thing before I go, I have to get this out of my system.

SOMA! SOMA! SOMA! SOMA! SOMA! SOMA! SOMA! SOMA! MUHAHAHAHA!

(crazy fangirling screams)