Once upon a time, there was a group of seven friends. They could rely on each other, no matter what. While I slaved away for my 'master' I was often told to watch them, for he wanted one of them.

Every time I saw them, I felt disgust, but that was a feeling I forced upon myself to mask my jealousy.

The day came when my 'master' decided the kidnapping was to happen, but it was a special one. We would use the boy in a very cruel way.

I was happy to see their pain. My only wish then was to be able to tell them that their friend was the one attacking them. I wanted to see them suffer.

Maka

As she dragged the unconscious, thin, blond boy back to her home, where she would soon be told to kill him herself, she felt an emptiness.

She burst open the door to find Kai, all alone. He seemed down, yet smug.

"Where's Gopher?" She stared at him intensely, she was almost certain he had run there.
"Funny you ask…" Kai said, trailing off.

"I decided to face you," he said, beginning to conclude his story, "But he didn't want to die at your hands."

"So where is he?"
"You don't get it, do you? He's dead."

"Maka, it's okay." Soul tried yet again to comfort her.

"No, it's not. He thought I was going to be the one to kill him. He didn't want to die at my hands, so he…"

"Maka, it's not your fault. He probably felt too much guilt." She ignored the comment.

"He may be hiding in there for all you know, and you may not know it, didn't you say your soul perception isn't working?"

"Yeah, I guess." She continued on, wondering what really happened.

They all thought their friend was dead, but one girl wouldn't give up. She was foolish to believe he was still alive. Of course, technically, he was, but he was only under our control.

Maka was tired when she returned home. Despite doing very little that day, she was exhausted. She lay down on the couch, and closed her eyes.

She stood in an empty classroom with Soul and Kai, who was tied up. "You can take his soul, you were the ones to get him." The words of Lord Death rang threw her head. As Soul transformed and flew into her hands, she readied for the swing.

She looked into Kai's eyes and felt a sense of familiarity, but it didn't matter she had to do it. Kai immediately turned his head to the left, and Maka could only see the right side of his head. She raised her armed, and swung.

But mid-way through the swing Kai's hair changed from blond to black. A smile appeared on his face. "Maka, I hope you can forgi…" His words drifted off with him.

One night, we went to get the girl too. We disguised her friend so she would never know. That night, she showed so many emotions, ones I had never felt before. Just when we were about to succeed, her friend snapped out of it. He tried to help, and he succeeded.

I began to notice her pain, and my new wish is that I had learned kindness to its full extent earlier. I began to pity her and her friend, and that's when I hated yellow. For being something so agonizing.

Maka, as always, fell off the couch from her nightmare. Time after time, it became more and more detailed, and time after time, she loathed it even more.

She picked herself up, and turned around to find Soul standing there.

"Maka, we were asked to do another assignment."
"What is it?" She asked, not even trying to assume what it would be.

"Since we got Kai, we were asked to take his soul too."

Maka nearly collapsed, her nightmare was becoming real.

And it would be just as painful as she imagined.

Day after day, the monster I helped create became more and more disobedient. He ignored everything anyone had to say. Frustrated with his actions and making me look feeble for not being able to keep his behavior well, I ran off trying to prove my strength.

But then the best thing ever happened:

I was captured.

As she made her way through the hallways in the morning, she felt pain in everyway. She feared that Kid was alive. She feared Kid was Kai. She told herself it was impossible, that it was only a dream, one that was simply trying to keep some reasoning. One made to prevent her from becoming a monster in search for vengeance.

They were all wonderful excuses, but they were nothing more than that.

Lies.

As I continued on, I learned real kindness, and I felt real emotions for real people. Then the best came: guilt. Some may call it greed, but my guilt made me want nothing more than their friendship.

But I had ruined, I would never have deserved it. And yet, everyday, Maka greeted me with her smile. She gave me her friendship, no matter how little I deserved.

And I learned, I was the yellow.

And I decided I needed to fix everything, and luckily, I came across her diary, a book containing all of her memories starting from when she first came to the DWMA. It seemed she didn't keep a constant log, but it was constant enough.

It displayed all of her emotions about everyone.

It displayed her desire to see Kid again, because she believed in him. She believed he couldn't have died so easily.

And she was right.

Maka walked into the empty room with Soul, knowing what came next.

I really tried to fix everything. But it's seems I couldn't fix everything.

Maka held out her hand, waiting for Soul to transform. She continued to look down, refusing to look at Kai.

But during my journey I learned one thing.

As the scythe flew into her hands, she glanced at Kai, he seemed sad to see the day of his demise, but she felt no pity.

That change can happen. No matter who you are, it can happen

The tied up boy showed no protest. He sat there, patiently waiting for the end.

But I still have regret.

Maka raised her arms, starting to swing.

And Maka,

The boy looked up to her and smiled.

"I hope you can forgive me."

As the bodiless soul floated up, a silver skull brooch fell down.

But you should know, my only regret.

Maka fell to the ground; there was no mistaking it. It was Kid's broach.

That I couldn't fix things in time for us all to be happy, together.

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I hope you all noticed, the break points show break between Maka's third person point of view and Gopher's story. Oh, and that the 'story' in first person point of view was Gopher's story.

Fear not, it's not over yet. There's still like two chapters left. So no, this is not the end.