Originally I was thinking of just leaving this as a one-shot, but the story has been getting lots of hits so I thought I should continue it, not sure how it will go and there is no real ending planed out for it yet, so it will be a surprise for us all. Enjoy and review.

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She woke up to a soft yet constant ba-thump ba-thump of a steady heartbeat. Warmth was all around her, strong arms where holding her close to a firm yet somewhat thin chest. Warm deep steady breaths could be felt just near her right near her ear. Slowly opening her eyes she turned her head and came nose to nose with Soul, his white hair glowing somewhat in the red and blue light that was in the room. Carefully turning she faced the door, her eyes landed on a tray of on the floor, its contents consisting of two cups of water, two measly pieces of bread and butter and what looked like to bowls of beef broth, but in these times you could never be too sure. Looking at the food, she felt her stomach begin to twist and cramp up, when was the last time she ate? It had been so long she could not remember but the pain that had twisted its way into her stomach was any indication to go by it had been far too long.

Carefully untangling herself from Soul and reaching her arm out of the makeshift blanket that was her coat, she instantly regretted the action as the cold ice bitten air of the room found its way under her fin shit to her skin. With a low hiss she snapped her arm back into the warmth that her blanket, the temperature of the room had dropped so dramatically whilst they slumbered. The final result bing a cold burning sensation on her skin as it left the warmth and protection of where she lay and came into contact with the outside world.

"Maka…" Soul's voice was more of a question then a statement, the unspoken question of "are you ok?"

"I'm ok Soul" her voice was cracked and broken, harsh yet soft from the direness in her throat. Another hunger pain stabbed into her stomach and she buckled over in giving a low soft cry. Out of concern she felt Soul reach around and place his hand on her stomach just as another serious of hunger cramps came over her. She had grown so thin that Soul could feel the stomach muscles contracting with each new spasm that took a hold of her, shuddering though her body.

"No Maka, you're not ok, when was the last time you ate?"

"I don't remember" came her gasped reply.

Feeling Soul move beneath her she felt her jacket being wrapped firmly around her and the warm softness of Souls body beneath her moving away to be replaced by the hard floor of the cell. Closing her eyes as a new wave of stomach pains took over, she listened as Soul move across the room, the sound of metal scrapping across the floor as the tray and its contents where collected from the other end of the cell. Her eyes clenched tightly shut as the onslaught of hunger pains rocked her boy again in greater volumes she felt rather then saw Souls gentle movements as he once again placed her back on his lap, and moves the blanket to cover both of their bodies, listening to the hears soft scrapping of the tray contain there food he had placed on the ground beside them being pulled closer.

"Here" Soul whispers as cool object is placed in front of her lips. Opening her mouth slightly she feels Soul tilt the object up and moments later cool water was rushing down her throat. She drank heavily, not caring about the slight burning sensation as the water ran down her bone-dry throat. Soul then proceeded to slowly feed her the bread and broth, piece by piece. It felt like hours but slowly the aches in her stomach diminished and her strength returned, after a while she was again able to feed herself, taking the bowl from Soul and allowing for him to feed.

The meal was over before either of them could truly be satisfied. It was the way it had been since their capture, given enough to survive but never enough to make them strong enough to allow escape.

With a somewhat full stomach, Maka once again settled back into Souls warm embrace. Closing her eye's to the darkness of the world around her and allowing herself to fall the world of dreams by the soft lull of Souls steady heartbeat.

"Maka" Souls voice carried through and broke into the world in which she trying escaping to, opening her eyes she moved her head up to look directly into his blood ruby red ones. She knew the question they were asking, "What happened this time? Where are you hurt? Are you ok?" Oh how she wished to tell him, for him to hold her close as he was now and tell her it would all be all right. But the world was curel and the pain and suffering that was being inflicted on it, inflicted on her was her curse to bare, hers alone. For she could feel it in his soul through their connection that he was suffering enough watching her suffer, why add to the pain? Knowing everything she had decided in these past months was not always a good thing, some secrets where worth keeping.

The only time soul ever got a true glimpses of what went on in her life outside the confines of there cell when they weren't together was when the where allowed to bath, and that was how she wanted to keep it for as long as she could. Shaking her head she hid her face in his chest

"No Soul, I'm not going to tell you". Closing her eyes she again focused all her thoughts on the beating heart beneath her ear, sheltered within the chest of someone she held dear, she allowed herself to be lulled by its steady constant rhythm, she allowed the warmth around her to embrace her and carry her away to a place where laughter was still abundant and pain didn't exist.

Soul let out a deep breath, he knew he would not get anything out of her, but it was worth a try, he would be able to get an idea soon as to what had happened to her this time when they entered the glass room for showers, for they always returned her just before that time was due, holding the now sleep Maka close to him, he watched the door, waiting for the darkness of the world outside to make its way into their cell and back into her heart and mind, because for now, in her world of dreams she was safe, and he wanted to stay like that for as long as the the world outside would allow it. So their he sat, watching the shadows pass but through the small crack in the bottom of the door, each time grabbing a hold of her tightly one walked by, just in case one decided to walk in and wake her from the dream.

Next chapter: we enter the glass room