Soul's Afterlife: Chapter 4:

A/N: I realized, when on the first flight, that some of you hate the fact that Soul has to kill Stein. I'm sorry if your those people... please remember this is fanfiction and this comes from my head. This is what I thought of that might've made a good story. So I'm still hoping to get feedback as to what I can do to make this story better. PLEASE send in replies to this chapter or the last chapter, or you can Pm me, if you have not already. Umm, so I'm writing this on a plane right now. But it's quite short. (The plane ride) so this chapter might not be as long as chapter two. So I hope you enjoy this chapter! Enjoy! (God, I feel like a waitress...)

-JLyn

"I have to kill Stein? Isn't there some other way?" Soul asked, terrified. He was pale, again. He couldn't kill Stein. Yeah. He was this monster that he'd been trained to kill. But Stein was his friend. Maka walked over to him, still looking like she didn't give a crap, but she didn't look like some three year old.

"Soul, you said it yourself. There is no more Dr. Stein. At least is will be his friends doing it." She said mainly in a whisper. She seemed stoned more then not caring. Lord Death nodded at Maka's statement and turned to Soul.

"There is another way. But it's legitimately impossible. There have been so many others who tried. The barrier, which is casted by the witch, is too strong. So they wander around here, because they were unable to become what they were meant to be." Lord Death explained.

"But that doesn't make any sense. If they were meant to do it or be it, wouldn't the universe make sure out happens?" Soul couldn't make any sense of this. The logic here was intense.

"Yes. Eventually, they will finish the story that was written for them. Story of your life? That's only the beginning. Story of your soul, it's more accurate." Lord Death answered. "Eventually, someone will come along and find a way to break the barrier. Only then will their stories finish. And there souls may rest in peace."

"Well what we find a way? I mean we were some of the best fighters at the DWMA." The eagerness in Soul's voice, somewhat reminded Maka of when she cared about all of this madness. And she realized something. She had to care.

Lord Death smiled at Soul.

"Will you be the one to break the barrier?" He asked. Hinting that all along, he expected Soul too ask this. To prove how much he truly cares about Maka and, of course, himself.

"Am I able to? Am I strong enough to?" Soul asked. He sounded very doubtful. Lord Death smiled again.

"I'm not the one to answer that. You are." He answered simply. He stood up, expecting them to leave. But Soul still sat. He was very confused. They still had much to talk about.

"Umm... I still need to talk to about Maka..."

"Ooh! Right! How could I forget about the klutz?" Maka glared at him. Lord Death simply smiled at her in a teasing way, and looked back at Soul.

"Maka, just doesn't seem to care about anything anymore. I mean just look at her. First she acted like a three year old. And now she's like a stoner. She's just not here anymore."

"It's the black blood. Once you're dead, it's effects are different. It'll wear off." He assured Soul. "It wore off you, did it not?"

"Well it did. I think..." Soul scratched his head. Did it really? He couldn't tell. So he just awkwardly walked outside of the office, hoping Maka followed him out, and didn't knock over a picture or something off the wall. He turned to see if she was behind him, and she was. She just seemed different, he didn't know why. Looked better then usual? Even though she looked stoned, she looked kinda pretty. Was this the black blood? He's always thought Maka was short stacked and just passion cute. He never thought of her in that way. Was it a good thing out a bad thing?

"Why are you looking at me like that, Soul?" Maka asked. Sounding like her usual self. Not some stoned hippie. Soul looked away, feeling really embarrassed.

"Ooh, uh. Just making sure your okay?" He stuttered.

"Weird." Maka said. Silence was the only thing that filled the moment. That and the awkwardness Soul seemed to feel, but Maka didn't. They walked out of the DWMA. They saw Kid and Liz and Patty. Seeing their old friends again, and not being able to talk to them, made Soul feel really sad. He could no longer attend the house parties there little group of friends always held. It made him wonder if Tsubaki and Black*Star were even friends with Kid anymore. Was he conceded to think because of Maka's and his death, that everyone else just drifted away from each other?

Maka and Soul continued to walk through Death City. They had to figure out what they were going to do. Fight the impossible Dr. Stein, or track down a witch and try to break the barrier?

"So what will we do, Soul?" Soul looked at her in disbelief.

"You're always the one with the ideas. I usually just follow in your foot steps." She returned the look of disbelief.

"You can't seriously expect to do that all the time!" She said while Maka-chopping him. Where did she get the books?

"I just got used to it!" He held his hands up to show he surrendered.

"Well get un-used to it!" She snapped. Yep. She was back. The feisty girl was back, but Soul still couldn't help but smiling at every thing she did. He couldn't help but wonder if she felt the same way. Probably not, since she just hit him upside the head. Should he tell her? Then this scream in his head yelled at him not to. He couldn't figure out why. Why would it bother her? The worst she could say was no. Oh God. She could say no. Then he would feel crushed. He would feel so embarrassed, he could crawl into a hole and die - again. But he couldn't not tell her. Once he passed into the next lifetime, he wouldn't remember anything from his past life until it happened again. Then his soul would just go a little longer without Maka. Without her knowing this feeling he had.

"Well we have to decide something. Because we can't continue here." Maka interrupted his thoughts. He looked up at her.

"What do you think we should do?" He asked so he didn't seem too in thought. Maka laughed.

"You're still going to follow in my foot steps?" She looked at Soul and laughed. At first, he thought she was flirting, but them remembered they were taking about that just a minute ago. A minute which seemed like 20.

"It's a good path." He said and smiled. She gave him a weird look. He could just imagine the sweat pouring down his face. He's lucky he can't have sweat anymore. Ghosts can have ordinary emotions, just like anyone else, they just can't cry, or sweat, or grow out there hair out toenails. Basically, however they died, is the way they stay, until they move on. His hair will never grow out. He will never have to worry about that irritating feeling when you put on socks and the thread inside of the sock gets caught on your toenails, again.

"I think we should try to break a barrier to a witch. We are, well, were the top of our class when it came to fighting. I mean, we beat the Kishin! We can beat some stupid witch barrier!" Maka stood up and balled up her fist and held it in an upright position. She looked courageous. And Soul liked that.

"Yeah! We can beat some stupid witch!" Soul stood up and copied Maka's pose.

A/N: Okay. So there's that. I tried to add a little crushing between Soul and Maka just to see if that gets you guys showing any interest what so ever in this. I'm kinda sad, as of now, only 110 people have read it. (It's been about a week and a half since I posted this story) and only one very person has followed it. So I must thank Momokol. I am so sorry if I spelled it wrong... I wrote it off of memory... So PLEASE tell me what I can do to get you guys interested... I love to write for you guys and when the community didn't show much interest in my current story, I get sad and I feel like I've left you guys down... So please tell me what I can do better, any ideas how can make the story better, something. If you do, I will love you forever!

-JLyn