Hi lovely reader, sorry it took so long to get this out, been a little busy and I had a bit of a writer's block, but all good now who would have though a couple hours drawing at the late hours of night and some SR71 could be a cure.

Anyway just some before notes, I have decided to make Crona a boy, just because it convenient and in the anima it states that it's a "he" whilst in the manga it kind of leaves it open. I have also changed the rating to M just in case, there will be not lemon, lime or anything like that… at least I haven't planned on having in here anyway, but I thought I best change it just in case to be on the safe side.

Anyway enough from me hope you enjoy.

The sound of heavy foots steps across the cold hard floor could be heard echoing down the hall from the world outside their room. Through the crack in the bottom of the door Soul flicker of shadows from figures out side. He grip on Maka tightened as the sound of a lock being draw and the hinges on the door groaned and creaked, as it swung open. Three silhouettes stood in the small doorway, casting long shadows into the room, stretching up and into their corner, like long bony fingers reaching into the forbidden corners of the soul. One of the figures was clearly Crona, Soul could make out the tell tale mess of his hair, the other two could have been anyone for all he knew. Students that had fallen victim to the Kishin's madness, witches or just plain crazy people that had been plucked of the streets and risen in the ranks of society of the new world. He tightened his grip on Maka, as he felt the black blood chains come to life again, flying across the room and into out stretched hands.

Catching the glint of teeth and a high pitched giggle of a crazed woman came one of the shadows outside the door "Time to go get all cleaned up".

Keeping a firm grip on the delicate flower within his arms, Soul stood up and headed towards the door. Squinting his eyes in the harsh light from the corroder as he stepped out of the cell, he realised that one of the figures was in fact a girl that was in his and Maka's class. What was here name again? She had been a weapon as well if he could remember correctly. What was her name? Kaja the name rose up through his mind from the long forgotten depths of his mind. Looking at her now, she appeared to have lost all the life in her that Soul remembered her having. He had only ever talked to her once or twice, but he still felt sad looking at her now and seeing how far she had fallen from grace.

A soft tugging brought him back to reality, and leaving the past in the foggy depths of his mind he followed Crona down the maze of tunnels that use to be part of the school towards the "glass room".

It wasn't long before Soul found himself lost and confused. Even before that day, the day they sky turned black and red with death and the streets cried out with the sound of blood he could never make his way around down here in the maze that was the underbelly of the school. He had always relied on Maka to get them from point A to B. As if hearing her voice being spoken aloud, the mister within his arms stirred, slowly opening her large green eyes and letting them adjust to the hash light that lit the halls outside their prison cell.

"Soul…" her voice was barely more than a whisper but he heard her all the same "is it… that time again". He slightly nodded his head, keeping his eyes on the unknown person in front so as to not wonder off and get lost, and then later suffer the consequences for it. After coming to what felt like the 100th bend they finally stopped outside a door, at that point the Black blood chains that where bound around their neck liquefied and dropped to the floor with a thick splash.

"Enter" the cold voice of the unknown women said.

Following the orders given Soul walked through the open doors, still cradling Maka in his arms. With the door closing to the sound of a soft click behind them the found themselves in a room, much like their cell only smaller and brightly lit with a small drainage hole in the centre of the floor. Soul placed Maka upright on her feet, turning his back to her and proceeded to take of the remaining scraps of what had been, in his opinion very cool cloths. These days those "very cool cloths" where nothing more than the cloths of a beggar, torn and frayed. He remember when they had first enter this room, how two witches and practically attacked him and Maka, tearing there cloths of them and shoving them into the glass room. Soul had felt for sure that it was the end of them, a blessing and curse. The world however was not so kind it was simply a new form of torture, a new form of humiliation, and another black stain upon his pride in being unable to protect his mister. Completely rid of any cloths, he turned around. Maka stood with her back to him facing the door that would lead them to the glass room; she had also lost the remainder of her cloth and where in a small pile to the left of her. Across her back Soul could see the scars the years of fighting had given her and the more resent ones gifted to her by Stine and his fascination for dissection as well as the fights and challenges that the Kishin decided to put her through. Testing her, pushing her to her limits and then sum to see what she was truly capable of.

Hearing a soft click the door to the glass room swung open and he followed Maka in. It was not in a sense glass, more like a mirror, however Soul was certain it was one-way glass so that there captures could keep watch on them. As soon as he had stepped across the fresh hold the door swung shut behind him, and less than a minute later a blast of cold water started pouring down from the ceiling. Hearing a yelp from Maka he looked up just in time to see her fall to the floor as another larger dump of cold water was executed from the ceiling. Carefully jogging over to her so as to not fall ass up on the floor also, he grabbed a hold of her once again pulling her to his chest, rubbing her back to keep her warm, waiting for the water to slowly heat up. The first time they had entered the glass room, they had both been so uncomfortable with one anther's nakedness and the close proximity, they had both tried to keep to different sides of the room at first, but in hard time with only each other one could not let small things like body image and social decency come between them, not anymore

The water slowly began to heat up coming in soft, hard and moderate bursts. Reaching over to the right of him Soul picked up one of the soup packs that where often chucked in with them. The soup was harsh, and left the skin dry but it was as Maka said "better than nothing". Pushing Maka away from him a bit and turning her around so that she sat in-between his legs, her back to him he stared to move the soup through her hair, attempting to de-tangle some of the knots that had built up in it over the past week before working his way down her shoulders, arms and her back, Maka moving about in front of him as she did her front and legs. It was during these time, he truly got to look at the scars that where beginning to slowly cover her once flawless skin, allowing himself to paint a picture as to what had happened to her in the days she had been apart. He notice that the one she had received last time was now nothing more than a raw red line, cutting across her back, but in its place a new one had formed, starting just under the arm-pit in her left side and running straight across to her right hip. Looking at her scars, he could not help but wonder why he was left alone only to slowly rot away in the darkness of the cell. Maybe he too was like Tsubaki, insurance that there will be no orders disobeyed and no fool hard acts of rebellion will be attempted. Lost in his thought he did not see all feel Maka turn around to face him until he felt her small, cool, soft hand pressed lightly to his face.

"Soul" Her voice sounded worried, he pulled himself back to reality.

"Oh… sorry Maka" her face relaxed somewhat, but her could still see the hint of concern that was in her eyes.

"Really Maka, its ok…" he turned his back to her, allowing her to do what he had just done to her. He felt her finders slowly and softly rub the soup into his scalp and hair, before moving down moving down his neck, arms and back. He could not help but wonder if things had been different, and they had won, where they would be now, would their relationship had remained the same or would it have grown and they could have been doing the same thing they were now just under different circumstance with different feelings in their heart other than that of concern, worry, fear and a constant fight for survival.

He finished cleaning himself, and feeling that Maka had finished with his back, he turned his body around to face her.

"Hey Maka" she looked up from her hands that where folded in her lap "how do you think the other are?" He watched as her expression changed, to what he could have sworn was a slight smile.

"I saw Tsubaki" he could feel his eyes grow wide

"No! Where?! When?! Is she ok?" The questions where rolling through his head faster than his mouth could work.

"Calm down Soul" her voice was soft and calm, and in turn helped calm the turmoil that was going through his skull at that point in time.

"She's doing ok, she lives in on of the detention blocks, similar to that of where Crona use to be kept, she's trying her best not the let the madness get to her and says that once a week she gets to see Black*Star"

"She gets to see Black*Star?"

"She says every time she sees him he seems to be thinking of ways to get out and beat/kill the Kishin and that he going to save the world" she smiled softly

"That does sound an awful lot like Black*Star"

"Hmmm…" Maka said in agreement "But I can't help but wonder if it's all for show and he's just trying to keep her spirits up"

Soul could not help but agree with her there. It was then that the room began to flash a soft red light, signalling the end of shower time, getting up and taking a hold of Maka's hand he headed over toward the exit, which opened up into the room where they had left there cloth but now, as well there where two white towels there to dry themselves with. Drying and dressing quickly Soul waited for Maka, before once again taking her hand and leaving the small room for the somewhat open space of the corridor outside. As soon as they entered the corridor the black blood chains found its way back around there neck and they begun the long journey back through they maze of tunnels to their room, where once again they were locked in darkness with only the comfort of each other for company.

Yah done, that was long. Ok guys hope you enjoyed. Just to let you know I'm posting some pictures that I've drawn in relation to this story up on Deviantart. Some will relate to this chapter and past chapters… some may even give you a hint as to what's to come. o.O

I'll be sure to let you know when there up. Till then have a lovely day.

RDG. Xx