It was a tactic, I learned, that was used by many, especially meisters. To explore one's soul in order to control its abilities better. Maka was the one who recommended it to me. I think it was called Soul Exploration. Anyway, it was late at night. Silara had just left, and I was alone. Since Soul and I told each other our feelings, I hadn't had much alone-time. But now I did, and it was the perfect time. Well, maybe not perfect. I was growing tired.

As I sat on my bed, my legs crossed and eyes closed, I concentrated on only my soul. Then, I fell asleep.

The room had a welcoming feeling to it, despite the fact that I had never laid eyes on it before. In the corner was an antique loveseat with red velvet cushions. Across from it was a dark wood bookshelf, and it was completely filled with books. All of them were either maroon or navy-blue. To the side was a bar counter, also made of the darker wood, and matching stools, plush with more red velvet. In the center of the room sat a tall and thin black pole with a navy blue candle sticking out of the top. The candle was lit, but the flames were seriously purple.

The walls were black and red with the pattern of a checkers board. The carpet was white and very soft. I then realized I was barefoot, and looked down at myself. I was wearing a white button-down, long sleeved blouse tucked in a crimson colored skirt, and a black fedora with a red ribbon wrapped around it. My hair was still down and my scar was barely visible underneath the sleeve.

I wandered over to the bookshelf and ran my fingers along the books' spines. As I pulled out a random book, I notice it was all just blank pages. There was no writing in it whatsoever. And all of the books were lacking titles. Weirded out, I put the book back on the shelf. Behind the bar was a bunch of records. I pulled one out and stood up.

All of a sudden, a record player appeared on the bar. I figured I just hadn't noticed it, and placed the record in the slot, and played the music. It was jazz music. Despite my love for other styles and genres, I really liked it. I laughed at something to myself. A realization had come to me when the jazz started playing; Soul loved jazz! And then, I looked over at the burning candle and the purple flame. Silara's soul, and her hair, was purple. They were the two people I was most connected with.

I felt very relaxed and I laid down on the loveseat. There was that lovely sound of jazz surrounding me. Smiling, I drifted off into a peaceful sleep….

As I opened my eyes, I realized I was still sitting criss-cross and upright on my bed. I hadn't fallen asleep, I had just entered my Spiritual Dimension. I never even knew I had one. Then I started thinking, what if I had never met Silara and Soul? What would it be like then? If I had never met any of my friends? My life would be so different. I loved it just the way it was.

My heart grew warm at the thought. Smiling to myself, I grabbed my cell phone and punched in Silara's number.

"Hello?" her voice came through.

"Silara? It's Angel."

"Dude, I just left your house. What?"

"Can you come back over?"

"What? Why?"

"Just do it."

There was a sigh on the other end. "Okay."

"Thanks…"

"Uh-huh."

I hung up the phone. I needed to have some time with Silara. Yeah, she was just over, but some emoting time.

Silara's Arrival

"What did you need?" Silara asked me.

"Nothing. I just wanted to talk to you." I told her as we walked out the door.

"But I was just over."

"I know, I know. But something happened and I need to talk to you."

Concern was written on her face. I smiled warily as I guided her to the park. We kept on walking until we were at some sort of fountain. Like the kind that you'd toss coins into. I sat down on the ledge, and Silara followed suit.

"I found my Spiritual Dimension. A little bit after you left. And after, I got to thinking. And I just wanted to tell you that I love you. You're like my sister, and I don't know how I'd be able to live without you…" tears dotted my eyes, "I just had to tell you that. In case anything ever happened to either of us. You're the greatest partner ever, Silara. And you'll be one of the most powerful Death Scythes ever, I just know it."

Tears trickled down my cheeks. Soon, Silara was crying to. She pulled me into a hug.

"God, Angel. I love you too." Silara told me.

I made some sort of choking noise as I smiled through my tears. We pulled away from each other, and I giggled for some reason.

"Silara, I want you to live with me. I mean, everybody else lives with their partner. I think it's high time I do too. We need each other."

"Yes, we do. I'll get my stuff packed up tomorrow, and I'll come to live with you."

"Great! I have so many extra rooms."

"I know! This'll be good for us."

"Of course it will!"

Later that Day

Silara and I trekked back home in silence. I had told her everything I needed that I needed to. She had done the same for me.

About halfway there, a girl started walking towards us. I had no idea who it was, and neither did Silara. We picked up speed. So did the girl. She drew closer and closer, her yellow-green hair bobbing up and down. I caught a glimpse of her face. It couldn't be! Except there was no doubt about it. I thought I was just seeing things. But, then again, Silara saw her too. I thought I'd never see her again, and was glad about it. Yet there she was. The girl following me and Silara, probably mainly me, was my ex-weapon; Atami.

A/N

AFTER THE FIRST PARAGRAPH, YOUR EYES ARE RQUIRED TO READ!

Dun-dun-duuun! Shocker, right? Anyway, I'd like to thank kid love for giving me the idea. Way back in chapter 12 was when the idea was posted, but I'm just now getting to put it in the story. Thank you, kid love! Without you, this chapter would've ended with Angel finding her Spiritual Dimension. This was dedicated to you, kid love, enjoy!

Now… I'm taking requests, but only two will be selected. I need ideas for the last chapter, on how I should end it.

Don't ya just hate it when a story ends the way you DIDN'T want it to? Yeah, so here's your chance to get this story ended just the opposite! Simply type your idea in the box below, and my few otaku friends and I will judge it. The two best will be in the last chapter (chapter 30), and credit will be rewarded to the one who had the idea.

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~Marysa