A.N. Hey! Update! Yeah! Woo-hoo!

So sorry for the delay, I've been obsessed with Code Geass (do watch it! Lelouch is so beautiful. Not hot, beautiful.) and my sister has been home lately, so it's rather difficult to update in secret.

But enough of my excuses none of you care for, here is the next chapter of A Secret Fit For A King!

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater. -.-"

Maka POV

Soul and I hurried down the halls of Queen Medusa's palace. She had summoned us this morning and we could not afford to be late, lest we wish to pay the price with our lives. Everyone in the kingdom knew Medusa was no queen, but a tyrant, and that she would kill anyone who dared defy her. My duty was to provide her with statistics, how well the crops were growing, what illness was spreading where, and whatnot. It was either this job, or to be the assistant to the Queen's court jester (more like fool), my father. My father was very loyal to the Deaths, the family that disappeared and left the throne to Medusa, so he could do that or face death. Obviously, he chose to live, since he thought I 'wouldn't be able to witness the death of [my] beloved papa'. I'm not entirely sure whey he'd think that. He's nothing but a worthless womanizer.

Anyways, Soul is my partner. I saved him from being used in the fields to cut down corn stalks, though, since he is a scythe, he would be the perfect person for that job. But I needed human companionship, and Soul offered that. I chose him over anyone else because of the piano. The way he plays to his own twisted melody drew me in and I was caught. Now, he's like my manservant, although he is no slave, and he is paid. I just make him carry everything.

"Hey, Maka? What do you think Her Royal Highness wants with us now?" His tone is nervous. he knows that many of the people called to have an audience with the queen are never seen again.

I put his mind at ease. "Well, Soul, it's time for my monthly report to Her Highness, so I presume that is what this is about."

"You're probably right."

And I was. Queen Medusa seemed disappointed when we arrived on time, but no questions were asked except those referring to my work.

As we were leaving the hall, a boy and girl appeared from nowhere and began to talk with her. "My liege, the assassination was a success. The rebels will not be challenging you for some time."

"Good, now off with you." They exited the hall right after us. Assassination? Rebels? What is that all ab-

"Soul? Is that you?" Behind us an obnoxious voice shouts this. Soul and I turn, and the assassin is waving his hands in the air like we can't see him. To match his attitude, he has the brightest blue hair I have ever seen.

"Blackstar?" My partner asks. 'Blackstar' jogs up to us and grins.

"It is you! How ya been, ol' buddy?" As they catch up, I get acquainted with the girl next to him.

"Hi, I'm Maka, it's nice to meet you."

She smiles shyly. "I'm Tsubaki. Nice to meet you, too."

"So, Tsubaki, what kind of jobs do you do for the Queen?" Maybe she'll tell me a bit more about these 'rebels'.

"Oh, uh, well, you see... Blackstar! We gotta go! Nice to meet you!" Then she's dragging him away.

"What was that all about?" Soul turns to me with a 'You-better-explain-WTF-is-going-on-right-now' look. I just shrug.

Kid POV

I was walking back to my father's and my cottage when I hear rustling off to my side. A large thump follows. My eyebrows knit together. "Father?" I say, walking toward the sound. "Are you okay?" I stop walking; I feel weird, like I'm stronger. Shaking it off as growing or adrenaline, I run to where the sounds originated from. My father is in the ground, panting. "Father! Are you alright? What happened?" I try to help him up, but he shrugs me off.

"I'm fine, Kiddo. I probably got too much sun today, so I'm a bit dehydrated." He does look pale. Quickly, I gather his baskets along with mine and tote them to the house, my father following. "Kid, don't strain yourself! I can help you carry those!"

"No, you just get back in the shade and get some water. I'll be fine." Water should help him, right?

He nods and walks forward, slowly, but he still passes me and reaches our cottage first. My father is strong. He's fine. We're just some humble farmers, have done nothing wrong, so no bad karma.

Water will help him. It will.

Maybe if I knew I was lying to myself, I wouldn't have felt this way now. But for all I knew then, those words spoke the truth.

A.N. Oooh. What's going on? And what's Tsubaki so scared of? I'm kind of writing as I go, since most of my plans come in later. Hehe. I need to plan better, don't I?