OMD! Black Star's Pov. This was SO much fun, because that's just Black Star. This chapter is full of pinky promises and little children and cuteness and a hint of BlaTsu. BTW guys, there won't be as many flashbacks. I think. Can you geuss what song I listened to when I wrote this? Black Star by Avril Lavigne! So ironic! *looks at how many reviews* HOLY SHEZZOS! 45? I feel so loved :D lol I went through them and almost all of them said NO SOUL, DON'T DRINK! Haha I was looking forward to hearing from all of you about that! Also, I have some replies to some of the reviews I've gotten:

Vivien G- AW! I know, right? Soul is so emotional in my imagination! The last part made me laugh though :D Oh hell no, nothing's too extreme when it comes to Soul Eater, am I right?

madason167- Glad to hear you liked my story :D There's no way I can stop writing this, just cuz it's so much fun. I'll try to update once every two weeks.

BLackstarluver132- TA-DA! Part three :D

The Holy Dead- lol I never used to finish my stories either. They either stopped at the climax or just kept going and going and going. THANK DEATH I grew out of it! In regards to your story idea, do you mind if I actually atke that and make it a whole new story? Let's say Maka had gotten hurt becuase Soul didn't manage to save her from... I don't know, some kid of monster that I'll make up, and she's recovering and as she is doing so Soul starts to doubt himself and then the rest of your idea. *hopeful face* :D

LoveOneLoveAll- haha I know right? Don't be like Spirit, Soul!

Thanks for reviewing! Lalalalala... I don't own Soul eater... YET.

Soul: You don't own Soul Eater. Ha, take that you basta-

Me: IVY-CHOP! *bashes ukulele over Soul's head*

Soul: ... damn... that... ukulele...

Now read and review.

I looked at Maka as she lay on the hospital bed as I waited for Soul to come back with beer or pop or water or whatever the hell he was getting. I blinked back unwelcome tears as I looked my first friend, one of my best friends, someone so close to me she felt like my SISTER, laying in a hospital, unconscious and broken… I remember so many things now that I was sitting here next to her, Tsubaki always at my side. Little things that I wouldn't normally notice, small things no one would think to miss until they're gone, like her laugh and her Maka chops and how she would stand with her shoulders back and a grin on her face as she got herself ready for a fight or a test or whatever life decided to throw at her. But what I remember most was her spunk. How she filled a room with her fiery attitude, how her bright green eyes would shine whenever she had an idea, her chin held high with pride.

Tsubaki lowered her head so that it lay on the hospital bed, not daring to take Maka's hand. I looked at Tsubaki softly as I realized that she could have been where Maka is. I don't know how Soul could deal with seeing his Meister like this. If this were Tsubaki, I would have broken down and cried, punching the walls and screaming at the top of my lungs, wondering why it couldn't have been me instead. Speaking of which, why couldn't it have been me instead? Maka didn't deserve something as awful as this. Maybe if it had been me instead of her taking the blow, I would have fared better. As strong and powerful as she may be, physically I'm on a whole different level.

But I didn't save her. I was careless and reckless and I hadn't thought to watch the body, and instead I had yelled about how awesome I was and stuff like that. I noticed the body moving to late, and ran to slow and didn't warn Maka fast enough. This felt so much like my fault.

I closed my eyes, and turned away, not being able to see Maka so helpless. Before I had Tsubaki with me, she had always been there for me. A memory surfaced from when I was six, and I smiled for the first time since the accident.

Flashback

"I AM GOD, THE RULER OF ALL MANKIND! BOW DOWN, PEASANTS! Wait, where are you guys going? No, don't leave yet, I haven't even shown you the main event!" I yelled from my perch on top of the monkey bars. I had somehow managed to climb across the monkey bars to swing myself up, balancing carefully on the monkey bars. I had only just began my rant of awesomeness to all of the kids on the playground when a bunch of parents began filling in and taking their kids by the hand and pulling them away from the playground, telling their children quietly to stay away from 'that delusional blue haired freak.' What delusional- oh. They meant me. The entire park was cleared and empty in a matter of minutes, thanks to all the over-protective parents. I felt my spirit crash slightly as I jumped down off of the monkey bars, landing with the grace of an assassin.

"I AM a god! They just don't get it…" I mumbled, kicking a rock with the toe of my boot. Ever since I had been taken in by the DWMA, I had decided I was going to become a god. It was sort of like a pride thing- if my parents had made a name for themselves as ruthless assassins, I would make a name for myself as a god, to show everyone that not everyone from the Star Clan was bad.

"Well, maybe you should surpass God before calling yourself one. Then they'd understand, right?" A little girls voice said from behind me. I whipped around in surprise, as I had thought the playground was deserted after my little show. A young girl, maybe a year or two younger than me stood proudly, a smile on her face. She had ash blonde hair up in tiny pigtails, green eyes shining. The girl had a white blouse covered by tattered blue overalls, big black boots clunking when she walked.

"YEAH! THANK YOU, LOYAL FOLLOWER!" I yelled, pointing at her happily. "Wait, who are you again? Why didn't you leave with your mom or dad like all the other kids?" The little girl clasped her hands behind her back, looking at her feet sadly.

"Oh. I'm Maka Albarn. Well, my mama is working late again, and my papa…" She trailed off. I instantly felt bad.

"Is your dad dead? Sorry. If it makes you feel any better, mine is too." I said in an effort to cheer my loyal follower up. She smiled slightly.

"No, my papa's not dead. You know how once a boy and a girl get married, they stay together forever?" I nodded. "Well, my Papa doesn't do that. He dances and hugs and kisses other ladies, and he lies about mama and me. He tells the ladies that mama is dead or left him or something and left me with him. Most of the time the ladies get all sad and give me candy, but it doesn't make me feel any better." OH. Now it all made sense. Her dad wasn't dead like mine- he cheats on her mom. That's low. I wonder if her family is breaking apart like mine did. After all, what kind of parents let their little kid wander around a park by themselves?

"You know, I can tell you and I are a lot alike." I said, putting my arm around her shoulder and offered her a grin. "Kids like us have to stick together. You and me against the world, okay?" Her eyes widened as a hopeful expression crossed her face.

"You mean it?" I nodded. "Pinkie promise?" She asked, holding up said finger. My eyes widened as well. A pinkie promise? Wow, she really must have trust issues to do something as serious as that (1)! But I held up my pinkie and crossed it with hers.

"Pinkie promise." I said solemnly. With smiles on our faces, we walked to the swings and played the day away.

Flashback ends.

I smiled at how deathly serious we had been when we had made that pinkie promise, just because of how serious we had believed them to be. I had really meant it when I had said it was she and I against the world. I still do, even if we've let Tsubaki and Soul and Kid and Liz and Patti in as well. I wonder if Maka remembered that day at the park. She probably did. DOES. She DOES. Not past tense, Black Star, she's still alive… I told myself sternly. But she might not be much longer… OH SHUT UP SELF! I frowned, nearly punching the wall in my own frustration. Tsubaki must have noticed, because she raised her sad face to look at me.

"Black Star, are you alright?" She asked softly. I gave in and punched the wall as hard as I could, leaving a dent the size of my head.

"No. I'm not alright…" I felt something trickling down my fingers as I realized that my knuckles were bleeding. I must of hit the wall wrong. Tsubaki sighed and took my hand, guiding me over to the shelves on the opposite side of the room that was fully stocked with band-aids and gauze pads and Ace wraps. Picking up an ace bandage, she began wrapping my hand like she's done a million times before. She could be a nurse. I'm pretty sure that with how many times she had taken care of my injuries could get her some kind of extra credit in med school. Tsubaki taped the ace bandage together and gave my hand a little pat, smiling at me slightly.

"We don't need you getting hurt as well, Black Star." I flexed my fingers and smiled back. Another memory came to me, again from when I was little, this time when I was around nine.

Flashback

"Oh Black Star, you're such an idiot." Maka sighed as she finished wrapping my arm with an Ace bandage. I had gotten into another fight with some punk off the streets. He had started laughing at me when I said I was going to surpass god, then the freak had the nerve to start bad-mouthing Maka! So, I had done the logical thing and punched him in the face. It had started a fight that I eventually won, but I broke my hand in the process.

"You just can't handle how big of a man I am!" I said proudly, trying to hide how much my hand hurt. Maka frowned at me as she patted my head.

"What was this fight about again?" She asked as she began to patch up my scrapes with band-aids.

"THE LITTLE PUNK HAD THE NERVE TO QUESTION MY GODLINESS!" I yelped angrily, wishing with all my heart that my voice would deepen.

"That's it? Oh Black Star, that's the stupidest thing I ever heard…"

"And he was bad-mouthing you- calling you ugly and stupid and weak." I added, knowing that it was going to tick her off. Sure enough, her face darkened as that spark of pride and determination flared up in her eyes.

"HE DID WHAT? OH THAT IDIOT!" She popped up and grabbed a book from somewhere I didn't quite see, and held it above her like a weapon. "I'm gonna Maka-Chop him into next week!" I grinned at how fast she could go from a caring, motherly figure to a determined, violent Meister in a matter of seconds.

"Hey, that guy had a couple of buddies with him. We could go teach them a lesson for helping him… are you interested?" I smirked, knowing the answer. She took me arm and dragged me out the door.

"Oh hell yeah! You can just punch with your left fist. But," A mad glint came into her eyes as she grinned. "I don't think you'll have much to do in this fight."

Flashback ends

Even at seven, Maka still managed to beat up all three of that one kids friends. I'm pretty sure I was the one who taught her to swear, too. Oh, I'm such a horrible yet epic role model. I wish she'd Maka-Chop me for going on and on about myself again. What if she didn't wake up? I looked back over to her sleeping form. Tsubaki touched my arm softly.

"Black Star, please stop blaming yourself! It won't help anything, especially because it's not your fault!" She begged, her indigo eyes gazing at him sadly. "There's nothing you could have done, Black Star."

"I highly doubt that." I replied seriously. "Here, we'll make a deal. I'll stop blaming myself as you stop blaming yourself." She opened her mouth to say something, but I cut her off. "But you actually have to mean it. You can't just say because you want me to feel better." I saw her mouth close, her the tips of her ponytail swaying as she looked at her feet sadly.

"Hey guys. Spirit moved his stash, so I just got some pop out of a vending machine." Soul said as he walked in, tossing me a Coke. I caught it swiftly with my good hand before giving it to Tsubaki. I wasn't really in the mood.

"She didn't wake up." Soul said. It wasn't a question, just a simple fact. But it seemed to be mocking us, laughing at our pain. I sat on the floor next to Maka and leaned on the bed. Soul took a swig of his root beer before collapsing into the plastic chair and resting his head next to Maka's side again. Tsubaki took to rearranging the shelves to they would be symmetrical for when Kid came to take her mind off her worry and concern. A timid knock came at the door, which was still busted in from when Stein kicked it in his hurry to save Maka. Now it was Liz that stood in the doorway, her arms crossed across her chest and her lower lip trembling.

"Hey guys. Mind if I come in?" She asked. Soul gave her a thumbs-up without raising his snowy head from Maka's side. Liz shuffled in, and I noticed with surprise that Kid and Patti weren't with her. I would have thought Kid would have a panic attack without the twins together, because wouldn't it ruin that nutcase's symmetry? Oh well.

"Is Maka alright? Has she woken up yet?" I could hear Tsubaki inhale sharply.

"N-not yet." Tsubaki whispered. Liz's eyes watered, but she closed them quickly. She went over to Tsubaki and helped her rearrange the shelves. The class bell rang, but no one made a move to leave. I guess we either all had permission to stay with Maka or we were all skipping. I think the latter is more likely. I looked at Maka, who almost looked like she was frowning in that way she did before she Maka-Chopped someone.

"Come on Maka." I whispered quietly. "Wake up for me. For Soul and Tsubaki and Liz and Patti and Kid. We all miss you." I lowered my head and said something I haven't said in a long time, but I think the situation called for it.

"Please."

(1) This was totally me and my friends. We used to think that making Pinkie promise was the most serious thing a six year old could do. I have absolutely no idea why, but it was fun to think like that again :D

EMOTIONAL BLACK STAR! OMD My imagination is bigger then I realized to have come up with something as unrealistic as an emotional Black Star. lol just kidding.

Review or the giraffe gets it *holds up giraffe*

Patti: HAHAHA SNAP IT'S NECK!

Me: HAHAHAHA YEAH!

Patti: Wanna go get ice cream?

Me: ... Eh, sure.