I woke up on a bed. I was laying next to someone, Was it all a dream?. The boy laying next to me was asleep, he was wearing a white shirt he still had all his clothes on and so did I. That was a good sign.

I looked up and almost had a heart attack, I was laying in bed with the son of lord Death himself.

" Kid..." I whispered to him and he opened his eyes and looked at me.

" Are you ok Maka, Marie said you took quite the blow." he said and sat up, I attempted to scoot up too but when I did my stomach spread pain up my body. I lifted the blanket and looked at the bandage, the white cloth was covered in a black substance.

" What happened!" I looked at him with tears coming down my face.

" The Professor attacked you," he said trying to sound as comforting as possible." When I saw you were going to stay after with him my instincts kicked in and so I told Liz and Patty to go get BlackStar just incase, they couldn't find him so I searched for his soul and it was on the other side of the campus." he sighed and stood up to put his coat on.

" I had Liz and Patty go get him, and by the time I realized something was wrong he was already cutting you. I ran back into the room and kicked him away. I picked you up and started running."

" Where's Soul" I said it without even thinking, I wanted him to be the one I was laying with when I woke up.

" Stien has him, we already checked the lab but... they aren't there." I started crying again

"Why would he do this, we've all been through so much together." I got off the bed and walked up to Kid, every step hurt. He grabbed me by the shoulders and stared into my eyes.

" He's consumed by madness, we're still trying to figure out what set him off." He hugged me and whispered in my ear. "We'll get Soul back...I... I promise." Then we stayed like that for a few minutes, me crying on his shoulder and him holding me tight.

I loved him but not like I love Soul, Kid was like my brother. Growing up an only child with a cheating father was hard, but now I have Kid. I didn't want to lose him, I don't think I could handle it.