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Dragon: *Face in hands* I just...I just can't believe you. How could you do this?

DR: Simple. I tap a few keys on a keyboard, and-

Dragon: Agh! I hate it when you decide to be a sarcastic ass!

DR: I'm a sarcastic ass all the time.

NightMare404: You know, for once, I'm on her side.

DR: Oh my god, guys! What the hell am I gonna do next, kill her off?!

NightMare404: I wouldn't put it past you...

DR: *head falls on keyboard* gbm nngv You guys have sooo much faith in me...

Dragon: Could that be because we've seen the stories you never posted?

DR: *Finger to lips* Shhhh! They don't need to know about that!

NightMare404: And I'm assuming by the length of this disclaimer that they don't need to know that you don't own Soul Eater, either?

DR: Shhhhh! *Turns to audience* You didn't hear anything...all you need to know is that I've got a new chapter for you!

IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: I do apologize for how long it took to post this. I've been doing days, weeks, even months of research to make sure I'm making this story as accurate as possible. .-. I apologize for any errors or inaccuracy. (After all, I've never been raped. Doing the best I can.)

Trust No-One

Chapter 2:

"Your...partner?" the operator repeated.

"Yeah."

"Her name?"

"Maka Albarn."

The operator gasped. "Not Deathscythe's daughter!"

"His only one. Please, don't say anything to him," Soul begged, "she'll probably tell him later." That was a lie, but the operator went on.

"Is she not there to call?"

"She's asleep...she didn't want me to call, said she was scared. But I just...I couldn't..." Soul knew he sounded like an idiot, not being able to find the right words, but he was, in a way, saved by the barrage of questions she still had.

"I understand, sir. Is she there, then?"

"Yes."

"Is she breathing, is there a pulse?"

"Yes."

"Has she sustained any physical injuries?"

He glanced over at his sleeping partner, glad she was a deep sleeper. "A few bruises that I can see, and her wrists and ankles are rubbed raw. She doesn't seem to have any serious injuries, but the mattress was covered in blood when I found her."

"We'll dispatch an ambulance, then. Where are you, exactly?"

Soul, giving the operator the address of the apartment, tensed as Maka squirmed a little. He relaxed when he realized she didn't wake up.

"Has she told you who her attacker was?" the woman asked.

"No."

"Any description whatsoever?"

"No."

"Alright, we've dispatched patrol units and an ambulance to your address. Make sure she doesn't bathe, brush her teeth, eat, drink, smoke, change her clothes, take any medicine except prescription, or go to the bathroom. Also, do not touch or move anything from the area of the incident."

Soul hoped that cutting Maka out of the ropes didn't count.

"And what's your name, sir?"

"Soul."

"Evans?"

Soul sighed. "Yeah…yeah, let's go with that."

Once Soul finished with the phone call, he laid back and put his fingers through his hair, sighing.

"Shit...didn't know she wasn't supposed to bathe. Oh well," he sighed, "better go get her clothes..."

As he tried to stand up, Maka stirred and awoke from her short nap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him down to the couch.

"Don't go," she muttered, burying her face into the crook of his neck. Soul groaned; Maka's heartbreaking plea made him desperately want to stay here with her, want to hold her and tell her everything was gonna be alright...but how was he supposed to tell her he'd just gone directly against her wishes? He could back up his argument by reminding her that this really was what was best for her, but he knew that she would ultimately make him feel bad in the end anyway. He sighed and lifted her into his lap, holding her head to his chest. With any luck, she would fall asleep and he could leave her in his room while-

Wee-woo, wee-woo, wee-woo...

Soul stiffened. Well, shit. He hadn't expected them to get here so soon. Maka roused and murmured, "Soul, what's that?"

"Wh-what's what?" he stuttered, picking her up bridal style. Maka's eyes finally cleared and grew wide.

"Are those police sirens?!" she screeched, jumping out of his arms. "I thought I asked you not to call!"

Soul put his hands up in defense just as she gave him one of the most betrayed looks he'd ever seen on her.

"Maka..."

"Soul, I don't want to talk to the police! They'll think I'm lying about not remembering things; they'll think I brought it on! They'll have other guys that need to poke and prod around in my...my...private parts! Ugh!" she threw her hands in the air and turned away from him, yanking at her pigtails. Soul grimaced, walking up to her and putting his arms around her waist.

"I'm sorry, Maka," he said, "but...I had to do what was best for you. I want the guy who hurt you in prison at the very least." He pulled her closer and murmured into her neck, "I don't want anything else to happen to you..."

Maka shrugged him off with a glare. They could both hear the pounding of several feet coming down the hallway. And then...it happened.

At the same time Soul tried to say something, Maka spun on him and started to yell about something. Then, she stopped, her eyes went wide, and she began shaking. Soul checked behind him, thinking some kind of horrible demon had appeared behind him, but saw nothing. He turned back to Maka to ask her what she was staring at, just as her eyes rolled back into her head and she fainted. With a cry, Soul caught her in his arms, picking her up as the door slammed open and several police officers and medical personnel rushed in. He reluctantly handed his unconscious partner over to the medical personnel, watching them lay her on the couch and check her vital signs. A man came up to him, the police chief, probably. He was a rather handsome man, perhaps in his early thirties, with a clean-shaven face, strong jawbone, and dark, analytical eyes. He was slightly taller than Soul, enough to make Soul have to tilt his head.

"You're the girl's partner, I understand? Soul Evans?" the man asked. Soul nodded, repeatedly glancing back at his partner.

"Officer Mortensen," he gave Soul a small nod, "What exactly happened here, son?"

Soul bit his lip, a rare sign of nervousness. "I-I don't know, Officer...all I know is I came home and heard her screaming. I ran into her room and she was tied to her bed...naked." Soul's face flushed pink at the memory, but went on, "The sheets were covered in blood. I...I-I cut her out of the ropes and washed all the blood and stuff off—I didn't know I wasn't supposed to," he added hastily. The officer nodded.

"Could you take us there? Her room, I mean?"

Soul nodded, putting on a more brave face, and led them there, the officer giving him a questioning gaze at the broken down door.

"It was locked from the inside," Soul explained. The officer motioned his team inside, cameras flashing and men going around searching the room for evidence. Soul gulped as the officer turned to face him.

"You do realize you should have called immediately," he said patronizingly. Soul pursed his lips. "It would have been easier for us to gather evidence and such."

Soul glared. "It came as a second thought; protecting her was first."

"That's why you should have called."

"Look!" Soul snarled, "Protecting my partner comes first to me, always!"

"I understand-"

"No you don't! She. Was. Screaming! She could have been dying for a ll I knew! Getting out my cell phone wasn't the first thing on my mind!"

The two men were nose to nose, glowering at each other. The investigation team had Maka's bedsheets, the ropes, and what was left of her clothes all in evidence bags and were sweeping the room a couple more times just to be sure they had everything. Soul looked past Officer Mortensen and saw them carrying Maka out on a stretcher, and turned back to Mortensen.

"I've gotta go. Maka needs me."

Mortensen grabbed him by the arm, stopping him. "You're staying with me. I have a few questions for you."

Soul considered fighting, or maybe just walking away, but figured he really didn't want to get on this guy's bad side more than he already was. Soul sighed, defeated. "Can we do this quickly?"

"I'll be taking as long as I need," Mortensen answered gruffly. "Do you want to sit down?"

Soul shook his head no.

"Very well. So, tell me again what happened, in as much detail as you can."

Soul's mind whirled with several unpleasant thoughts. Was Maka alright? Would something happen to her in the back of that ambulance? Would she wake up and panic to find him not there? Would she wake up at all? He took a deep, shaky breath, assuring himself his meister would be fine.

"I came home around seven," he said. "I called for her like I always do when I get home. I heard her screaming for help, so I ran to go help her. The door was locked. So I kicked it down. She was tied to her bed, naked and covered in blood. I covered her up with my jacket and cut her out of the ropes, then gave her a bath to calm her down. After that, I told her I was gonna call the police, but she said she didn't want to be probed and such...so I waited until she fell asleep, and that's when I called."

Officer Mortensen nodded. "When did you last see her? Before you came home?"

"I took her to a school dance last night. We left around eight and got there about ten minutes later. We were hanging out with my friend and a while later, maybe around nine thirty or ten, she said she was going to hang out with her boyfriend. I didn't see her after that."

"Alright, then, where were you between then and when you got home this morning?"

"I was at the dance until midnight, when it ended. Then I went to my friend's house and spent the night there."

"Anyone that can confirm you were there?"

Soul nodded. "Black*Star and his partner Tsubaki. Kid can also vouch for me being at the dance."

"I'll need addresses, contact information, for all of them. Oh, and, you say she went to hang out with her boyfriend but you didn't see her after that? You didn't bring her back home?"

While looking for a pen to write with, Soul answered confidently, "Nope. Kid—that is, Maka's boyfriend—came up to me and asked if it was alright if he took her to his house after the dance. I told him if it was okay with her, then yeah. So I assumed she went home with him."

He handed Mortensen the paper with his friends' contact information.

"Black*Star might be a little tricky, just FYI. Anything else I can help with, Officer?"

Mortensen shook his head. "No, Mr. Evans. Not now. Thank you for your cooperation."

Soul acknowledged him with only a nod, before grabbing his car keys and hurrying out of the house.

A/N: Alright...so I can't be sure exactly how well that went, but...this is how it went. All I know is when I was describing the head officer, I totally had Seeley Booth on the brain! XD Idk why I made Maka faint, I suppose it just kinda made the police entrance easier for me. .-. Anyhoo, review, favorite, all that jazz! X3

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