Here it is! Chapter four! Not to shabby if I do say so myself, about four and a half pages on a document. One of my fave chapters actually. Suspence ahead! Enjoy!

Oh yeah, and because I keep forgetting... I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!

Chapter Four

Heavily Broken b bnvbh

"I'm Heavily Broken

And I don't know what to do

Can't you see that I'm choking?

And I can't even move

When there's nothing left to say

What can you do?

I'm heavily broken

And there's nothing I can do."

~Heavily Broken by The Veronicas

He didn't know how long he had been there. The stars were all but invisible above Soul's head, drowned into nonexistence by the lights that lined the street. He had eventually stopped his pacing and sat down in front of the door in order run his hands through his hair and then allowing them to back to hide his face. He sat there like that for only Death knew how long, every thought that tried to cross his mind was cut off before it could be completed, except for one.

What the hell was going on?

The white haired weapon had yet to figure out why he had given away that second kiss. It just didn't make sense! What was it that had prompted him to do that? There was no way in hell that he actually liked Kidd, how could he possibly be attracted to another male? It was just as he had told the young Meister, being gay was not his thing.

He stood abruptly, he had to get away, he had to go… Someplace. He shook his head and began walking away from the house. His hands slid into his pockets and he paused, looking back over his shoulder one more time before he picked up his pace and all but ran from the premises. At this point he had an idea as to where he was headed, well the first point at least. He was headed back to the party to grab his bike, from there… well, he hadn't exactly thought that far yet.

By the time Soul returned to the party venue, he noticed that there was a considerable decrease in the amount of people, though he couldn't decide if it was because he had been gone that long or because everyone had left that fast. Several people lay outside, too drunk to move. He looked at them all in disgust, at this point everything seemed to annoy him. He weaved his way through the bodies until he had arrived at the two wheeled vehicle. Without a second thought, he swung his leg over and started up the engine, tearing away from the curb and racing down the street.

It was amazing how incredible the ride felt. The wind whipped his hair away from his face,- his helmet had been inside and there had still been a good amount of people left. He hadn't felt like seeing anybody or facing the questions as to where he had been, most of which would probably come from Maka who he was sure was still at the party—the roar and rumble of the engine that vibrated the palms of his hands as they gripped the handle bars, not to mention that glorious sensation he felt every time he made a turn. It was a sensation that could only be described as falling, but at the same time being suspended in mid-air and never touching the ground.

He saw a sign at the end of the street and made a quick decision. Pulling over to the side of the road, he turned off the motor. Swinging his leg over, he quickly gained footing and headed into the dim, neon lit bar. There was a heavy yet low beat playing throughout the premises and he found a booth in the back where he could lounge. It was surprising, Soul actually found the masses of sweaty, unfamiliar bodies that surrounded him comforting. It was precisely what he needed, to be lost in a crowd where no one asked questions, yelled at him, sent him accusatory glances or even knew his name. He could be in his own world here without worry of getting mixed up in his own thoughts and with the level of noise that surrounded the weapon, it was all but impossible to think.

After a few minutes an attractive woman was a big chest and a short skirt came up to him. "Can I get you anything to drink?" she asked with a slightly seductive smile.

He glanced her over, but for once, her body type didn't faze him a bit, but he was thirsty. "Whatever you think is best," he said, waving her off as he turned his attention to the dance floor. He never even noticed her leaving.

She came back with a drink, then he quickly grabbed up and took a sip from. The woman sat on the edge of the seat next to him, winding an arm across his shoulders. He paid no attention as she leaned over and talked smoothly in his ear.

"Hey, I'm going to go dance some, wanna join me?"

Soul gave a sharp shake of his head and he could sense her disappointment.

"Alright then," she said standing. "Maybe later." And with that, she was lost in the crowd. Not that Soul cared; he wasn't in the mood to get acquainted with anyone of any kind. He was actually very pleased that she had left without much effort on his part.

He was just about to take another sip when a sound echoed through the club. It was a sound that sent chills down his spine and make him, if only for a moment, regret his existence. The noise caused many heads to turn, including Soul's despite his resistance. It was a full, anger filled tone that could only come from the most horrible of creatures. A creature that, with a single glare can cause the strongest man to crumble, whose strength had no comparison. A monster in a female body, a monster that now screeched a single syllable word.

"SOUL!"

The white haired male growled slightly, looking towards the door of the club with a slightly glare. How dare she… of all times to show up and barge in like nobody's business.

Maka shoved her way through the crowd of people before coming to stand at the table. Soul turned his head away, looking back out to the dance floor, drink still in hand. "What do you want Maka?" he asked, going to take a drink.

The girl slammed her hands down on the table. "Don't give me that Soul! I've been looking all over for you! What happened back there?"

Soul looked away, going to take another sip of his drink only to have Maka hit it out of his hand. The glass shatter on the table and its contents went splashing into the opposite seat.

"What the hell Maka!" he yelled. By now everyone had returned to their own business.

"I saw the kiss Soul," she growled, leaning on the table, her tone low. "Now what happened?"

He growled. "Nothing, it was just a misunderstanding."

Maka glared at him, trying to see past his cover.

"Kidd ran off and then you chased after him, what did you do Soul? If it has been a simple misunderstanding Kidd would have come back. Don't lie to me Soul, you know I hate lying," she growled.

"I'm not gay!" he snapped, "I simply went to down to clear that up and make it understood!"

Maka gasped. "Oh Soul, you didn't!"

"So what if I did!" he was on the defensive now, starting to stand.

"You need to apologize Soul!" She cried.

He glared. "He's the one that needs to apologize Maka! He's the one that kissed me! The second kiss didn't mean anything!" The weapon was practically shaking now, ready to shove past Maka.

She froze, "What second kiss Soul…?" she said, her voice was soft and low now, hesitant, as if she didn't really want to know the truth.

He looked away, forcing his way past her and into the crowd; he could hear her voice echoing behind him. "Soul! What second kiss?"

Maka was trying to catch him, shoving people out of her way, trying to keep her weapon in sight, but she was too late. She had just broken into the crisp night air to see Soul sitting on his bike. He looked at her, a mix of apology, confusion, sorrow and anger. She froze once more, looking into his eyes, suddenly regretting everything she had said. The gaze only lasted a moment and he turned away, starting the motorcycle and squealing away from the curb.

She screamed out his name but it was in vain as he watched him disappear around the corner. She sighed, taking a deep shaky breath. She needed to get home, that was all, just get home and get some sleep, Soul would be there in the morning and they could handle this is in a good, calm manner. She just needed time to think.

~Untouched~

The air felt nice. The rush of the ride felt more incredible than before. He had no goal this time, he just wanted to ride around, never stop just keep running until the past few hours had lost all ability to keep up and he could be free. Why did all this crap have to happen? Why to him? They had already been through so much trying to deal with the Kishin, he just wanted time to relax, not deal with fricken personal problems. Well, it wasn't really his problem to begin with, but that wasn't important anymore.

Soul growled and shook his head, trying to clear his head. Faster, he needed to go faster.

He pressed on the accelerator feeling the rush of speed. The streets were all but abandoned, allowing him free reign of the road. He allowed his mind to relax and go blank. Unfortunately, it caused him to zone a little, he quickly came to his senses, but it was half a second too late.

The corner came on to fast. He did his best to turn, but it was too sharp, especially at his speed.

His shoulder hit the pavement and his spun, skidding into a brick wall that served as his brakes.

He was barely conscious, but he could hear a scream and felt a presence hover over him. Pain coursed through his leg, shoulder and head, that was the worst of it at least. Well he just figured it was a good thing he could feel at all.

There was a voice, someone calling out to him, but it was muffled. He knew he had to respond, tell her to speak clearer.

His voice came out as a muffled moan and he did his best to open eyes, but there was something warm and sticky that made it hard. He did manage a little, and tried to focus on the silhouette that loomed over him.

There was a ringing in his ears as the black mass disappeared for a moment and the pressure was removed from his leg. It returned and he was starting to make out what the woman (as he was sure it was) was saying.

"Stay with me deary, talk to me, the ambulance is on its way."

He let out another moan as an attempt at words, but it was hard to breath. He coughed, his vision was starting to go fuzzy and was becoming increasingly difficult to keep his eyes open, and it wasn't because of the blood.

He tried again to speak. "Ma….ka…." he groaned.

"Yes, that's it darling, what about this Maka, tell me about her."

"K-kidd," he got out before coughing again.

"Kid? Do you have a child deary, do you want to tell me about them?" she asked. Soul could feel long fingers gracefully trace through his hair.

By now a blaring could be heard and it sent pain shooting through his head. He winced and groaned as he felt the doctors surrounding him, crying out slightly as they moved him to a stretcher and loaded him into the vehicle.

"I'm… sor…ry…" He choked out, and then everything vanished.

Well, there you go, the crash wasn't as suspenseful as I had wished, but please tell me what you think! Angel will get the next chapter up soon! Promise! Thanks for all your support! It really helps!