Hey it's Chloe again, this is CHAPTER 3 of this fanfic, chapter two was boldly and brilliantly done by my friend Teddi! Her name is teddibear16 so if u haven't read chpt two yet, gooo! This is CHAPTER 3. A link to her profile is in MY profile information! Thanks!

Ok for all the people that DID read the 2nd chapter, im so sorry you have to come and listen to me blabber and write the next chapter. Im sorry you have to go through my sucky writing, after reading that piece of magic. Sooo… Here it goes, I'll do it quick so its not painful!

Chapter 3: Misunderstanding

Maka's POV

I gasped and jumped awake from my dream.

Soul… He was... Flashes of his blood on my face…

I shook last nights image out of my head. Maybe it was a dream? I sat up to see I was still in my room. The suns light shown through my window and stung my eyes. I got out of bed to walk over and close the blinds. Blair was sitting on the window seal.

"You talk a lot in your sleep Maka! It was so cute!" she laughed then rubbed her body against maka's legs. "You talked about little scythe Soul a lot. He laughed when u said his name. It was adorable!" I smiled and felt my heart make a squeeze. I heard the fridge close then the screech of one of the stools.

"Is Soul awake?" I whispered. Blair just nodded.

I slowly crept into the hallway to find Soul with his head on the counter top. I start to walk faster around the corner until I see him get up from the table. He dumps his milk and walks up to the main window in the living room.

I hear him mumble to the undiscerning sun. I hear him sigh. But this sigh isn't a sigh of relief… it's a sigh of pain. Regret. I look down and tear up. Blair started to look up at me concerned so I tried waving her away, but she pouted then went back into my room.

He pushed himself from the window and started creeping to the hallway. I did a sort of trotting backwards, hoping I could get back to my room, that he wasn't going to catch me. I was about to turn and run but absentminded soul was looking down at his feet when we collided heads.

He closed his eyes, expecting something to happen. He slowly opened them, and they grew wide as my eyes stared back.

"Maka? You're awake?" He popped up and gave me one of his signature smirks then held out a hand to me. I stared at it for a while until his eyes became concerned. I shot a smirk back at him and reached out his hand. He grasped it tightly and when I went to let go, he squeezed it tighter. I felt a rough dusty splotch on his hand, and saw a red orange blood droplets on his wrist.

I gasped and pulled him into the kitchen to get a cloth and wash it off. He was so messy, he didn't even mind cleaning up. I froze.

It was real? I saw flashes of Soul tearing out his eyes. I looked back at him to see his face clean and smooth, except for the bags under his eyes.

I pulled him closer again and softly brushed the cloth on his wrist, and I saw a thin red slash on his wrist. I washed it slower, more careful, making sure not to irritate the cut.

The whole time I could feel his eyes on my face, beckoning my eyes to meet back with his. I looked back down at the floor.

"Maka?" Soul whispered, suddenly cheery.

"Hai?" I looked up forcing another smile. Thought I could feel the tear springing in my eyes.

"Let's go."

"Uhm... Where?" I looked up him, still in his boxers and blood stained t-shirt. I looked back up at his face and I just couldn't refuse. Where ever he wanted to go, he was excited. And I'll tell you I rarely see Soul compassionate about anything, except music, or maybe defeating another Afreet egg, because he knows as well as I, every time we get just one step closer to making him become a death scythe. He was nearly bouncing with joy.

I then looked back at myself. I was in my nightgown, and my hair was in a rats nest. I hear soul sigh..

"C'mon, Maka!" He jumps at me and grabs my wrist. He grabbed my jacket and then run back into the bathroom to grab two hair bands.

"Soul?" He dragged me out the door, leaving it open. I was about to protest but I remembered Blair was still there. "Where are we- GAH!" He threw me onto his back. "Soul!"

"Calm down, Maka! Trust me!" He threw me in front of him and he halted. He pushed me up against the wall. I gasped and felt myself catch my breathe.

"Do you trust me?" He stared me the eyes completely serious.

My voice was caught in my throat. I could hear my heart beat in my ears and in my eyes I saw nothing but his, my mind swallowed in red liquid bliss.

"Yea- Yes." I managed to gasp out.

"Good!" He laughed. He flew to my side and clutched the left section on my hair, and tied it into a ponytail. He then did the same with the other side. He stepped a few feet away to examine his work. He smirked then nodded. "Perfect!"

I smiled at him and nodded. "Good work!" He nodded on agreement back at me.

He again, abruptly stopped and stared at me again in impatient seriousness.

"Stay!" He ordered. I straightened my poster and put on an obeying look. He then ran out around the corner again laughing to himself.

I stared after him. Was this the real Soul? What has been done to him to the point where I don't even recognize his voice? His whole personality has been morphed. Where did he want me to go with him? Was it a trap?

I shook the questions out of my head. N. I trusted him. Soul. I trusted my partner. I plopped down to the floor, waiting for my soul to return.

HAH. NOW ITS TEDDIO'S TURN. THANK YOU AND GOOOODDNIIIGHHT!

~chloe