They had assured her. They came up with diffrent things that could have happend. A robbery gone bad. A man with a little too much to drink. But they had closed the case. Tusbaki kept the knife. Hid it under a lose floor pannel in her bedroom just before the police got there. The knife could have helped in the investigation maybe. But she couldn't just hand it over. So the police dropped it guessing the man had took the knife out of her lover's chest. It had been a month since Maka had been killed. Actually a month,and five days. But yet Tsubaki did what she does everynight. Attempt to go to sleep. Then while having no luck getting the wapon,and spinning it in her hands. Looking, more like examing the object. Sometimes on accident Tsubaki would prick herself,and feeling the pain wondered how much Maka was in pain. If only she hadn't met her. Then Maka wouldn't be mad at her dad. Then she would be alive. Tsubaki always did this,even though she had to believe it was Maka's time to go.
"Why?"She said aloud. Why was it Maka,and not herself. That's when she would see it. She had been able to see it for a week. Once she was deep into her own thoughts she could see that a name, more like a nickname was carved into the blade. It said, 'The one unseen'. But that really didn't help. Everyone went by their real names,and only close people knew nicknames. So that could be one or two people out of the whole citie's population. If they are even in the city. But yet whenever Tsubaki found the letters engraved into the blade,she couldn't help but to feel hopeful. That maybe if she found Maka's killer she could sleep at night. She huffed,and set down the weapon back under the floor board,where she kept it. Then climbed into her cold bed. And longed for Maka's body heat. She knew she would just sit awake all night. Not going to sleep. But as the sun slowly crept into her room inch by inch Tsubaki knew she couldn't put it off anymore. She had to find the person who had killed Maka. Maybe it was just a bad robbery, or drunk man. But she had to know. The not knowing kept eating away at her. She had to find at least something out. She had too. She had come very close to killing herself over Maka,and the pain. But whenever she thought about how Maka would feel about it if she was looking down at her from the afterlife,the more guilty she felt. But she knew soon if she didn't find something eles then she would kill herself.