Ok! People my people, it has been quite some time! There has been many things that I have been up too, HOWEVER! That is no excuse for neglecting you lovely people by not updating for the fans of this little story. For this, I am truly sorry V.V. Just wanted to give you a little update on how the ruff drafts are going…. Well I haven't really worked on them but the chapters go up until 9 and a half because I have lost the 10th lol. I will try and type ASAP because I know how angry face some readers get when the stories they like don't get updated and seam to drop off the face of the earth. I am actually really exited about where this story is going, and how deep the characters can be (if I write it the right way ). I will give you guys a little update as well at the end of this chapter because I really need your help with something, but for now please enjoy this fic. ^.^

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Chapter 7: Hello?

Beams of warm sunlight kissed the light carpet of the living room floor. Maka sat on the new brown sofa, passing the time with a book as she waited for her guest to show up. Managing to position herself so that she lay with her back facing the glass door to the yard Maka made sure that the book lay within the gentle morning rays. Slipping a delicate finger behind a page, Maka flipped it; only to have the black words on the parchment blend in to a new shadow that formed over her. Eyes narrowing the brunet squinted to try and read the text.

A light tap at the window made her tilt her head over the arm of the couch. A pare of red eyes greeted her.

"Hey Maka." Soul said while sliding open the glass door.

"You know… sometimes I wonder why you even bring a bag to school if you don't even do any of the work." She said, pointing at the navy blue bag that was slung from his shoulder.

Soul chuckled, "It's for clothes."

Maka rolled onto her side to watch him as he made his way across the living room, green eyes glinting with. It had been two days since she found out about Soul's secret. Two awkward weekend days where this white haired, confident, nonchalant, teen had been the most awkward person she has ever seen. Personally Maka thought that the awkwardness would last much longer; but apparently werewolves are used to handling change. Go figure.

Soul made his way over to the front door, grabbing her light green pack. Maka couldn't help but notice the almost absent look he had.

"Hey, is everything ok?"

Picking up on the concern, Soul looked back at the girl, eyes a little bit more friendly then lazy. "Everything's cool. Just have some stuff on my mind." He said running a hand threw his hair. "You coming or do you want to take a tardy? Please say tardy." He said already starting to put the bags down.

"IN YOUR DREAMS!" In a flash Maka was out the front door, leaving a trampled Soul on the porch.

Maka drove down the long road to WC High, while Soul sat in the passenger seat. His head, which was almost all of the way out of the window, rested on his hand as he slept despite the air that was funneled into his face. Through out the whole ride the jeep was in a comfortable silence. As the car leached to a stop Maka sighed.

"Come on Soul." Reluctantly sliding out of the car he hit the ground with heavy feet.

"So why are you so tired?" She asked, trying to start up a little small talk.

"I was out running last night. Someone was giving us a little trouble and Black*star wanted some company while going around the border." He said, forgetting for a moment, who he was talking to. Not wanting to making him talk about were business in school, Maka stored he piling questions in the back of her mind.

Entering the school was like stepping into a alien atmosphere; one that, too Maka, made her seam more out of place and isolated. A nudge from Souls shoulder brought her out of the morbid and disassociative mindset. Taking her bag off of Souls shoulder, she slung it around her own and quickly made her way to the to the 300's wing of the building. Eventually letting the white haired teen lead the way when he pushed ahead, Maka followed while they went up the stairs and the more crowded arias of the hallway on their way to class. Normally she would have had to push through the crowds, but with Soul everyone seamed to get the hell out of the way. Keeping her eyes trained on the back of Souls black leather jacket, Maka tried not to make unnecessary eye contact with passersby; even so she could feel the unwavering gazes. Keeping her head still she glanced over from the corner of her eye. Dotted throughout the crowds, hidden behind their peers, were's watched her. Shades of blue, brown, green, and yellow seamed to glow slightly. Ignoring them Maka looked instead at the Souls shoulders again.

After what seamed like an eternity of walking through the hostel halls of WC High Maka sighed lightly when they reached their class. Taking their seats by the windows, Soul plopped down into his chair, already looking bored even though the day didn't even start. Leaning back in his seat allowing his messy bangs to hide his eyes Soul began to relax. Maka on the other hand was diligent in starting her work on algebra. Students began to filter into the classroom and within no time the first period started. The room fell into a hum of conversation as the lecture proceeded.

Silently Maka sat in her seat, absently taking notes while her mind fluttered around questions that persisted to nag at her. Thirty minuets in to the class Maka finally couldn't take it any more.

"Hey Soul? Where is everyone?" she asked in a whisper.

"…"

"Soul?"

"…"

"Hey.. What the- are you sleeping?" She hissed while turning backwards. His eyes were not visible under the shaded vial that his white hair created. Head leaning effortlessly against his palm she couldn't help but blush at his strange cuteness. Her green orbs wandered down to his collar something pink caught her eye. Squinting she strained to see what it was. The smooth pink substance seamed to rise off of his skin on the base of his neck, right above his left peck, and extend further under his white undershirt. Realization hit her like a wave causing a small gasp to escape her lips. It was a scar.

"Can I help you?" The question all but made her jump in her seat. Blushing Maka looked up to see the sliver red of his iris as he didn't even bother to open his eyes completely.

"Umm… It's ok… I'll ask you after school."

Soul raised an eyebrow, "Suit yourself, oh and your about to get into trouble."

"Wha-"

"Maka Albarn!" The teachers voice boomed, "What is the answer to number five?"

"Seventy Eight sir" She said whirling back around in her chair.

"No that is-…oh wait… that is correct." He said turning bright red as the class room broke into low laughter. "Pay attention or I will kick you out of the class miss."

"What the hell, I actually got that right!"

Soul chuckled before slipping back into sleep.

Maka fitted with her pencil, so bored she couldn't even keep her head up without haphazardly resting it on a hand. She already finished the class work, and last time she checked, all but two seconds ago, there was still two more minuets until the class ended. While she didn't like not having anything to do, she also wished that the end bell would never ring. This was one of the only classes where she actually felt comfortable; a lot of the town kids haven't warmed up to her and would either make their opinion of her vocally or physically.

Soul opened his eyes braking the fain sleep he was in to look the back of Maka's head. His face betrayed no emotion beneath a cool and indifferent expression as he regarded her through a lazy gaze. Soul barley saw a crescent sliver of her iris when she turned her head to look at the clock. Red gaze ensuing her green one, he glanced at the clock and watched as the second hand clicked onto the number eleven. Slowly blinking as the bell rang he looked back at Maka.

"Well," She said pausing, "See you later I guess." She wasn't sure weather he was paying attention or was looking right through her, captured to deeply in his own thoughts.

"Yeah. Latter." he said looking out the window. As she threw her pack onto her back a cough surprised her. "So… room 212?"

"Y-yeah."

"Kay, meet you there at the end of the class then." Soul's watched her blush before nodding.

"Alright." Overlooking his aloofness she grabbed her bags and left the room.

Maka strolled through the mildly crowded hallway. She couldn't care less that a friend wasn't by her side since many of the people in the hallway ignored her; for the most part. Faces and lockers passed by as kept a comfortable stride down the white floored halls. It seamed to her that when people walked in between classes, they weren't really people anymore, but bubbles of flesh that moved in groups; murmuring and humming in the gossip of their own little world. Secluded from all those around them while in a selective bubble of familiarity. Inwardly sighing Maka stopped at the door to room 212 and mentally prepared herself for the looks she would surly get. Reluctantly she opened the door.

The room wasn't very big, and was almost humbling in its normal classroom set up. As soon as she stepped in, the few people who where scattered around the room stopped all conversation. Going to the middle of the room Maka sat down smack in a desk that was smack in the center of the room. Pulling out a book Maka started to read in a small attempt to ignore the curious and judgmental eyes.

"So." A girl's voice said, interrupting her reading, "word on the steet is that you and Soul have been hanging out." Maka looked up at the black haired girl who was talking in a 'wow I am such a bitch' kind of way.

Raising an eyebrow, Maka closed her book. "um… yeah we have, who are you?

"Name Tina." She said matter-of-factly, "I'm one of his friends." Tina was leaning over the side of her desk, piercing blue eyes scanning the book in the light brunette hands. "romance huh?" she chuckled, " That's interesting."

Gripping the book till the tips of her fingers felt numb. "Yeah well, normaly I don't read these types of books, but lately I have found a liking for them." Despite her politeness Tina frowned.

"So how is Soul boy doing anyway?"

Oh she should have guessed. Of cores the only reason that someone would want to talk to her would be to find out some dirt on her new friends. Black*star warned her that this could happen.

"As far as I can tell he is fine." She wasn't lying or anything, but why say more than necessary. Tina was clearly getting annoyed.

"That's all?" Maka nodded "Ok whatever." The dark haired girl turned around, "Your probably nothing but a toy for him anyway." She mumbled on her way back to her friends that sat by the windows, all seemingly laughing at her nearly inaudible words.

It was two minuets after Tina had gone back to her friends the bell rang and still no teacher was in sight. Maka looked around, slightly easdropping on others conversations. They all seamed to be talking about some kind of accident that happened last night. Half way through the class the door opened and the principal walked in. She was a dark skinned woman with rich brown eyes that seamed warm but strong. The dress skirt she wore only emphasized her already elegant movements, making her seam to move as effortlessly as if she was nothing but water. Confidently, she took her place behind the podium at the front of the room.

"Attention class, " her voice was almost as warm as her eyes, but assuming much more authority, "As most of you probably know there has been an accident concerning Mr. Quinn. I will not go into details on account of the manor of the accident. Needless to say, Mr. Quinn is no longer with us." Everyone in the room was quiet, appearing respectful as if under some kind of trance. "He will be mourned by all of us and his deeply saddened family. Quinn was truly a good friend." She seamed to pause for a moment while looking each of the kids in the eye. "Despite this bad news I am pleased to introduce your new literacy teacher Mr. Evans."

As if on queue a man in a white dress pants and stunning black dress pants walked in. Maka gasped as she starred at the familiar stranger. His light white hair was swept to the left in an effortlessly cool fashion. Strolling over to the podium, he turned and smirked at the class.

"Hello class, my name is Wes Evans, but you can just call me Mr. Evans." From his appearance to his slicked down and oil smooth voice, everything about this man radiated a sort of coolness and confidence only found by a late night Jazz musician. With out a doubt in her mind Maka could instantly pin this man as Soul's kin, and it wasn't the eyes and hair that gave it away. What really made the relationship apparent was the cool feel that they both had in common. "Thank you for the introduction Mrs. Ray."

"Mr. Evans," She chuckled, " Now I am sure that you can handle yourself just fine, so I am going to just leave the class with you. Any questions, then just give me call." Everyone watched as Mrs. Ray strolled out of the room, door clicking softly behind her.

Without a word, Wes picked up the class roister sheet, looking over all of his students before giving a crooked smile while starring at the sheet. "Well now this is interesting." He said stroking his chin. " It would seam that we have a new comer to our little High School. Maka Aldarn is it?"

"Yes sir?" Tensing slightly as she became more alert at the sound of her name.

"Would you mind sharing a little bit about yourself? I am sure that you are getting enough questions from your peers, this is a very close nit community." He said leaning forward onto the podium. Tina chuckled a little bit but stopped as soon as Wes looked her way. "So how about it Maka? Feel up to it?" Mr. Evens said as he shifted his gaze back to the light brunette.

"Ye-Yeah sure. No problem." Sliding her book into her bag she was all too aware of Wes's watchful eyes. Moving to the front of the room Maka folded her hands behind her back. She could careless who she was talking in front of, so she had no problem in front of a class of teens. "My name is Maka Albarn. I am 17 years old… um…Mr. Evens? What exactly do you want me to say?"

Wes thought for a moment. "Ok. What brought you to our lovely little town?"

"I needed to move away from home, I really like this kind of aria so that's what made me want to live here."

"Do you live with your mom or dad?"

"Well… neither actually." She scratching the back of her head. "My father helped me buy the house since I am not old enough to legally own my own property but he is not living with me."

"By any chance have you met my brother?"

"Excuse me?"

"I was just wondering if you have met Soul. I mean if you have met him, then surly you see the resemblance." Wes eyes were calm but intuitive.

"Yeah she met him. They have been hanging out for a while." Tina broke in only to be quieted with a look from both Maka and Wes.

"Sorry Mr. Evans, but your making this feel an awful lot like an interrogation."

A look of surprise crossed the teachers face for a moment, but before he could comment the bell rang. With a sigh of relief Maka stayed at the front of the room and waited for everyone to scuffle out before getting her things.

Tina hung back in a crowed keeping Maka in sight. As she neared closer the bitch moved to the outside of the group, shoving Maka with a unnaturally strong shoulder. Desperately trying to gain her balance she stumbled back, landing right into Wes's grasp.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Evans!"

"No, its ok, I saw her shove you aside." His voice seamed distant, almost as if he was paying attention to something else. "That could be a problem." In confusion Maka looked up, and instantly felt short as Wes towered over her. A earthy sent wafted over her, making her blush. It smelt like Soul but some how different, she couldn't put her finger on the difference. Snapping away from her thoughts she once again looked at the tall man.

"Hey Wes…" Slowly he turned his ruby red gaze to her and smiled, showing off sharp teeth that sent a chill down her back. "Cou-Could you let go of me now?"

Wes just looked back at the door. "In a moment." He said as a deep, ringing voice came from the door.

"Hey Maka you coming or-…" Soul froze in the door, jaw beginning to clench tight as his dark red eyes flashed from confusion to pure fury. Marching forward with his teeth bared, he shouted, "What the HELL are you doing here?"

Wes released his light grip on Maka's shoulders, allowing her to escape behind his younger and really pissed off brother. "What's the matter with me being here?" Wes kept a cool tone with his brother, while sliding his hands into his pockets, showing that he had no intention of fighting.

"Why are you here?" Soul asked, voice becoming lower as he struggled to keep himself under control.

"Quinn is dead." The dryness of Wes's statement made Maka flinch, while Soul's face just became blank.

"When?"

"Last night."

The room went silent for a minuet before Wes started to stroll over to the door. Placing a supportive hand on his brother's shoulder he stopped, "Soul, I'm sorry. It would seam that we need to have a chat. I'll see you tonight." they didn't make eye contact, but Maka could feel the somber meaning behind Wes's words. Unreadable ruby eyes flicking over to Maka his hand slid off of Souls shoulder. He walked through the portal into the hallway and was gone.

Quickly walking over to her bag hidden under her desk Maka slung it over her shoulders before looking at Soul. His head was down as he seamed to stare at the floor under his concealing, messy, bangs; disbelief rolling off of him in waves.

"Soul?" she asked softly but getting no response. Walking in front of him she couldn't help but ask, "where you close to him?" Still he gave no acknowledgment to her question. Putting a hand on his cheek, she lifted his head. His face was blank, betraying no hint of emotion what so ever. "It's ok, you don't have to talk about it. Just want to let you know I'm here if you want to talk to someone." She said smiling at him.

As she let her hand drop from his cheek and started over to the door Soul continued to stare ahead, garnet orbs widening slightly in surprise, Turning around he watched her leisurely walk to the doors frame spinning on her heal to face him she leaned her back against the wall.

"Come on already, lets go get some food." She said laughing as a drop of drool began to fall from the side of his mouth.

Strolling over to her he smiled coolly, "Thanks Maka." He said quietly before they both stepped out into the hallway.

Despite the way Soul acted when they left 212, Maka could feel and see his demeanor change as they began to walk through the halls on their way to the cafeteria. With out a doubt, he was in a pugnacious mood.

Soul opened his senses as he prowled through the hall, shoulders and back tense, ready to spring. Bloodlust began to dabble at the back of his mind in viteing a little voice to enter his thoughts. It called to him, begging him to let go, to shift and rip apart everything in his path. A loud voice brought him back from his dark reality.

"Incoming!" Maka said lightly before jumping to the side of the hall. Soul watched her in confusion before-

"!" Black*star screamed, smashing into the pissed off were sending them both crashing onto the floor. If it was anyone else Soul would have probably ripped their throat out right about now.

"What the hell are you doing Black*star?"

"What ever do you mean snowball?" Maka broke out laughing.

"Maka don't encourage this idiot! Get the FUCK off of me you little blue spaz!"

"Soul…. That hurt." He said getting off of his friend and wobbling over to Maka. "Did you hear what he said?" he sobbed falling into the unsuspecting girls arms.

"Black*star…" Soul said clenching his teeth together. The blue hared teen looked back innocently.

"She is like the sister I always wanted but never got to have! Don't judge our friendship!" Maka just sweat dropped. "First you reject my bro love and now you try and take away my sis!"

"Umm… Black*star… where is Tsubaki?"

Looking up at Maka he smiled "She is busy training with her pops. So I just decided to come to school. After all," He said pointing to Soul who was still on the ground, "what would he do without me?"

With a sigh Soul heaved himself off the floor, and grabbed Black*stars shirt collar to pry him off of the girl. "Enough, just get off of her before you weird her out too much."

"Maka doesn't think I am weird! Do you?" He said to her with puppy eyes.

"Oh would you look at that! The lunch room!"

His jaw dropped in disbelief, "Maka! I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING SPECIAL!" Soul couldn't help but laugh, all aggression forgotten.

Maka took a seat next to Soul at the table. He seamed to be more relaxed now that Black*star was there. Leaning back in his seat he closed his eyes resting the back of his head on the top of the chair so that his face was tilted toward the ceiling. She could hardly believe that he was the same person who was so torn up before. Taking out a PB&J sandwich she took a bite before opining her book back up to read.

But she wouldn't get very far, as a shadow from behind layed over the pages. Sighing she spoke before looking back. "Black*star, your in my light."

"Don't call me Black*star." The voice behind her was drenched in a menacing tone that made Soul look over through the corner of his eyes.

Maka quickly turned around in her chair. Jack's blue eyes glared down at her in disgust. He wore a cast over his arm, showing how badly Soul had shattered the bone. Werewolves are quick healers, so if it was taking him this long to regenerate from his injuries they must have been serious. Quickly Maka looked back to find that Black*star was off in the lunch line piling food onto his plate like there was no tomorrow.

Soul leaned forward on his chair, watching Jack with a steady glair as he loomed over Maka. "You have some nerve coming up to our table like this." He said coolly, making sure to put just enough sour tone in his words to get his point across.

"Can it Mutt." Jack snarled through his teeth.

"Funny you say that after I kicked your ass." Soul chuckled darkly.

"Funny that you should say that after what happened to Quin-" Before Jack could even finish his sentence his face was smashed into the table next to Maka, a snapping sound filled the room making the cafeteria go silent as everyone staired. Maka jumped in her seat causing it to slide back. Black*star stoped her chair with his foot.

"Its ok Maka, he isn't going to hurt you." He said pulling the chair with her in it back to the table.

Soul brought his mouth besides Jacks ear, "What where you about to say?" Jack's whimpers echoed through the room. "Answer scum! What where you about to say about Quinn?" Insanity hinted at the edge of his voice making Jack shake uncontrollably in terror. "Answer!" He screamed into the cowering were's ear. The sent of pee that filled the air was so strong that even Maka could smell it. Soul wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Your pathetic." He said, tightening his grip on Jacks skull making him scream in pain. In a flash Black*star was by his side with a hand on his shoulder.

"Enough Soul. There is a time and a place, and let me just say," he paused to look around the room at the watchful eyes of their peers, "Here and now, is definitely not the time or the place to do this."

Soul didn't release his hold, but didn't tighten it either. From the edge of the crowed Wes watched with a blank expression as his brother teetered on the edge of killing another wolf. Disappointingly he sighed, before starting to walk over to his kin. A soft voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Soul come on, Black*star is right. Besides, he is hardly worth all the trouble that you will be in afterwards." Maka was on her feet with her hand on Souls wrist, trying to get him to let Jack go. "He isn't worth it."

Soul's eyes shuttered, Kill, protect, kill, kill . The voice in his head kept repeating over and over. He herd her, he wanted to listen, and he knew she was right, the trick was getting his body to agree with him. Clamping his eyes shut he ground his teeth, without knowing it, his body started to harden as the muscles beneath his skin started to spasm slightly. "Pray." The voice seamed to whisper into his very core. Tearing his eyes away from Jacks helpless form he looked at Maka. Red orbs pleading for help.

"Soul…. Stop." She repeated more slowly. To her relief, his grip eased and he let go. Jack fell to the floor, blacked out from the head trauma. Soul fell back into his seat, breathing heavily; he kept his eyes on the table. Wes looked on in disbelief before dissolving back into the crowed of teens.

"Close call there bud" Black*star said tapping his friends shoulders happily, blatant grin on his face.

Standing up with out a word, Soul, started to walk out of the cafeteria with out so much as a sideways glance at the crowed who just seamed to part for him to pass through; Maka and Black*star hot on his heels. They walked in an eerie silence that seamed to grip Maka's core with uncertainty. Swallowing down the lump that had formed in her throat she focused on the sound of their footsteps as the tree made their way down the steps of WC High and onto the asphalt parking lot. Black*stars confident stroll, seamed to sound so different from Souls cool stride, it was in small instances like these where the differences in the two friends personalities seamed so different. Closing her eyes for a moment, Maka almost jumped when a twig at the edge of the tree line splintered under foot.

As she looked up at the canopy made by the deciduous trees, she nearly bumped right into Soul, not noticing that the boys had stopped in a small, secluded, clearing. Soul didn't even look glance back at her, he was too preoccupied in taking off his jacket and shirt.

"Black*star. Take her home."

"Ok, you need me just call. Come on Maka, lets blow this popsicle stand."

He said reeling around and spinning her by her shoulder they both started walking back to the parking lot. As Black*star started rambling about food Maka couldn't help but look over her shoulder as Soul fell to the ground; body braking into its new form.

Alrighty! That is chapter 7, it was kind of a rush to get it out, but i don't think it was too bad considering i had to scrap the original and start over lol. I am a dying to write some more action seines so Soul can kick some ass, because as you can probably see, he is feeling quite angry face.

Originally i was going to have the next chapter with Black*star and Tsubaki, but that would add nothing to the overall story and plot, however they will play a major part later on.

Shout outs to Alik Takeda, the shades of green, Kimachi, crazychick1313,aMMaROXx, AnimeFanAndLover13, XxLovesxInuyashaxX, and as always StarSapphireWolf. I love you all and really appreciate the comments.

Hope you all loved the new chapter and I would really appreciate you telling me what you though, so if you could click the review button and let me know what to change, keep, think about when writing more of the story. ^^