Maka

I woke up, another day, another week. Just when I thought I had gotten over it, I looked at the calendar. Realizing today's date, I asked myself "Has it really been that long?"

Gopher

Gopher woke up, as usual, on the couch under a few blankets. It wasn't as cozy as a bed, but it was still better than the cold, and often mysteriously wet ground of the abandoned chapel or the occasional patch of grass.

He sat up and looked at the clock. 8:23. Where was Maka? She usually up early, even on weekends.

Maybe she is sleeping in… She did make sure none of us had any missions or anything planned for today… Gopher thought.

The door to her room was closed, so she must have still been sleeping, but Gopher went to check anyway.

"Makaaaa." He whispered as he the door creaked open. She was sitting up in her bed writing in something. A small journal… A diary.

"Oh! Sorry…"

"It's fine, come in," she said, seemingly disappointed. Was it cause Gopher now knew she had a diary? He walked in and sat in the chair.

"I was just wondering if you were awake…"

"Well, I'm awake." The room was awkwardly silent, until Soul walked in and broke it.

"Okay Maka, I'm ready to go." As Maka stood up, Gopher asked

"Where are you going?"

"Oh, it's nowhere specific."

"You're going somewhere specific, this is why you 'reminded' Soul to not make plans for today." Maka didn't respond. Gopher turned around and looked at Maka's calendar. No… Six months… Has it really been that long? He was about to comment on it, but then he stopped. What if they wonder why I know Kid? What if they find out? Will they hate me? And once again, he resorted to lies.

"Whose Kid?"

"Just a friend."

"You haven't told him?"
"Why would I tell him?" Maka said to Soul

"He's a friend who died six months ago." Soul said.

"Soul," Maka started.

"Don't you tell me he doesn't have to know, that he doesn't have to get involved. He should get to know everything, we can trust him can't we?"
"Of course but, he doesn't have to-"
"But that doesn't mean he can't know." What was this? An argument? Were they really discussing what he should and shouldn't know? The two were having such an abstract argument; Gopher had never seen one like this. He quickly interrupted.

"Now I know, so it's fine. Should I go with?" Maka looked Gopher in the eyes.

"Sure."

As they stood in front of a grave with no body in the tomb, there were mixed emotions. Mainly because of Patty… And at one point Black*Star. Most of them had brought flowers to put on the grave. What was this? Bringing flowers and gathering around a grave. Gopher had never heard of it.

They all went home, except for Maka, who stayed behind. Just as Gopher began walking away, he noticed she was staying. She stood at the empty grave; tears ran down her face quickly.

"Maka, i-if you don't mind my askin-" Gopher began.

"He committed suicide."
"W-"

"He had amnesia and thought he was hurting us all." It was as if she were reading his mind now… Until this question:

"W-what if h-he's s-still ali-live?"
"What do you mean?"

"Well, you see…" Lies. "You said he had amnesia, r-right? What if he felt uncomfortable and only ran away? The body wasn't found, right? Someone could, be, you know, taking care of Kid."

"Wait."
"Do you think that could be it?"
"No, not that."
"Then what?"

"How did you know?"

"You told me."
"No, not that… I never told you the body wasn't found. How did you know?"

"I-I j-just g-guessed."

"But how, and why would you make a guess like that?"

"I-I-I-I j-j-just learnedtomakeguesseslikethat." The lies, finally paining him, caused him to changed speed and shutter.

"No, you know something. He's alive isn't he?"

"N-N-NO!" He shouted. "I mean, I don't know anything, please stop this. I'm sorry about asking." Maka was silent for a few moments until:

"No, I'm sorry. Sorry I blamed you like that. You wouldn't do anything that cruel such as having Kid live and keeping him from us. You're good now, and I'm sure if you set something cruel like that up, you couldn't be good today." Way to justify it Maka, I am the bad guy, and I always will be.

"Yeah, that."

He had to prove to her that he was the good guy, but how?

Immediately after that scene, Gopher brought Maka home. She walked into her room and shut the door. She must be taking a nap… Gopher sat on the couch thinking about what had previously happened. Would there be a way to save the corrupted Kid? Would he even try? He may have found friendship, but his loyalty was questionable. Would it be Maka or Noah? The living or the dead?

Gopher sat alone, contemplating the consequences of the two paths that lay ahead. One seemed full of fail, but the other full of solemn loneliness. Now that he had felt such a wonderful feeling as being cared for, he couldn't go back. But then again, he couldn't go back on what he used to believe in. Either way, he would lose so much.

Which path would be easier? Which would be more fulfilling? Are far had Kai gone? Gopher hadn't seen him in a month, nearly two. It had been so long. Was he even still alive? Did Noah know about Gopher's location? All these quickly generated questions were interrupted by a small thump coming from Maka's room.

Gopher reluctantly stood up and walked to the door. With his hand on the handle, he wondered if he really should invade the room for the second time today. He heard a slight snore from the room.

"What are you doing?" Said a voice from behind. Gopher spun around.

"I-I, a, I, j-just, ther-, I mean, Maka, thump, room." Gopher said pointing to the door.

"And to think I believed you were some tough guy." Soul said walking away.

Gopher's hand was now shaking. Even though he was just caught, he still felt a need to go in the room. With his hand on the doorknob, he made the slightest turn and the door swung open.

A slim beam of sunlight danced about in the dark room. Gopher looked around for what the noise could have come from. He felt like he was doing something very wrong, but he looked on the desk on the ground, and, voila, beside the bed. A green, beat-down journal, Maka's diary, sat beside the bed. It seemed that it might have fallen from under her pillow.

Gopher picked it up, and opened to a random page. He read a small passage. It read:

I woke up, another day, another week. Just when I thought I had gotten over it, I looked at the calendar. Realizing today's date, I asked myself "Has it really been that long?"

He closed it. Oh God, this really is her thought. It was the most recent entry, it was from this morning.

The boy felt a want, a need, to read more. But it was wrong… But he had to… But, it was just too wrong…

Before he realized it, it was open to a random page, and began reading.

It, it was depressing, the saddest thing anyone could read. Tears began to flow to Gopher's chin.

"Wha-What have I done?" He said sobbing, with no control over the volume of his voice, a grave mistake. Maka immediately woke up. Her eyes bolted to Gopher with the diary open, him crying.

"Gopher? What are you doing!" She shouted. Gopher burst out of the room, and a thought hit him, and he ran for the door.

"I'm sorry Maka! I've got to borrow your diary!" He shouted, still sobbing, meters from the door, bolting down the hallway of the apartment building.

Hello there! Thanks so much for reading this far! Please review and tell me your honest thoughts. Please sit tight for the next chapter, cause that starts a huge scene. Thanks again for reading! I hope your enjoying the story!

PLEASE REVIEW! Thanks.