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DR: YAAAYYY! Chapter 5!

DragonRider: Should I be scared that this story is going so fast?

DR: Look at it on the bright side—ah, your bright side: it'll be over sooner that way.

DragonRider: *Shrugs* Well, as long as the rapist wasn't really anyone she knew and trusted, then I spose that's okay…

DR: *Slowly smirks* Isn't that kind of my specialty?

DragonRider: *Look of horror spreads across face*

DR: *Laughs* I'm kidding! Like I would do that to Maka?

DragonRider: You might, knowing you.

DR: Hmm…well, I can't say anything right now. I want them to actually read the story. So, since it's been established several times that I don't own Soul Eater, I think I'm just going to dive right into this chapter now.

Trust No-One

Chapter 5:

Soul stroked Maka's hair and muttered comforting words to her while the doctors were outside conversing about Maka's answers to their simple questions. She held his hand in her lap, head on his chest.

"Hey, Soul?"

"Mhm?"

"Did you...were you the one that called the cops?"

Soul felt a slight twinge of guilt. He sighed. "Yeah, Maka, I did. I was just trying to do what was best for you." He kissed the top of her head and hoped this didn't turn into the same argument she'd been starting back at the house. Maka sighed, her fingers tightening around his.

"Soul…" she sounded disappointed, but she didn't try to argue. She only sighed again and relaxed into his chest, letting him twine his fingers through her hair. Soul closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of her, kissing the top of her head gently. He squeezed her hand, and she squeezed back in response. The weight of her head on his chest, the sound of her even breathing cutting through the sterile silence, somehow comforted him. He'd been so anxious to know that she was okay. Being able to hold her in his arms like this always helped him. He admitted silently that he'd love to kiss her, be able to tell her some way that he loved her and it would be alright, but then there was always the problem of Kid. Soul sighed and pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind for now; this was about Maka right now.

"Hey Soul," Maka spoke again. Soul looked down at her to see her looking back up at him.

"Yes?"

"I'm scared."

Soul's protective instinct went into hyper drive. He held her closer, squeezing her hand, and softly murmured, "Scared of what, Maka?"

She whimpered quietly and nestled into his embrace. "I'm scared that…that they'll accuse me…they'll think I'm lying…think I brought it on or that I actually know who it was. What if I get in trouble for it?" she asked, her last words dissolving into sobs.

"Maka, shh…Maka…" Soul soothed, rubbing slow circles on her back. "You'll be okay. As long as you tell them the full truth about what happened, everything'll be—"

"MAKA!" the door slammed open, shocking both the inhabitants of the room. "ARE YOU OKAY?! WHAT HAPPENED?! I'LL KILL THE BASTARD WHO—"

"Black*Star!" Soul cried, pulling him off of a shell-shocked Maka. Black*Star calmed down only slightly, shrugging Soul off and leaning over Maka's bedrail. His eyes were wide, a million different things flying around ecstatically in them. Maka cringed back a little bit. Tsubaki was outside apologetically explaining what was going on with him, and how it was completely normal for him to just walk through security and how it would be useless to try and pull him out of there, but she was sorry anyway.

"I-I'm fine, Black*Star," she murmured, slightly frightened by his sudden jumping on her. "Not sure how I got here," she threw a pointed look at Soul, "but I'm alright."

Soul cleared his throat before Black*Star could start questioning her again. "You're here," he said, nudging past Black*Star, "because the cops burst into the living room at the same time you passed out unconscious for no apparent reason."

Maka blinked a couple of times. "Wh-when was this?" she asked confusedly.

"Yesterday morning."

Maka gave him a completely blank look. "Don't you mean this morning?"

Soul looked at her confusedly. "Maka, it's the ninth. Not to mention it's almost six."

She raised an eyebrow. "B-but…I just…I blinked and then suddenly…suddenly it was black for a couple of seconds…and then I woke up here…I don't understand!" she cried, covering her face with her hands and beginning to sob.

Shit! Soul instinctively wrapped his arms around his meister, soothing her.

"Maka, don't cry," he whispered, "It's okay. You're alright. You were yelling at me in the apartment and you just blacked out, that's all. You fainted, the cops came in, and they took you here to make sure you were alright. You were unconscious until about twenty minutes ago. Shh, it's okay..."

"Hey," Black*Star murmured, putting a hand on her knee. She looked up into his concerned blue-green eyes. "Do you remember anything else? Like why you might have blacked out?"

"Yeah," Soul agreed, "were you short of breath? Have you eaten anything?"

Maka shook her head. "No, I felt fine, I just…" she stopped and appeared to zone out for a second or two. "No," she finally spoke, very quietly, so the boys had to strain to hear her, "no, I remember what it was now…"

Soul tightened his embrace. Black*Star leaned forward just a little bit, listening for what she had to say.

"I-I…I think I had a flashback," she murmured, staring at her lap. "It was really blurry, and kind of vague. I remember…I remember screaming…and lots of pain…" she winced. Soul rubbed her back soothingly as she tried to regain her memory.

"Go on, Maka," he said, "we're listening."

"I-I remember calling out for help. Or…trying to," she began to choke on the lump in her throat again. Soul kissed her forehead.

"Shh, Maka," he whispered, "Don't—"

"That's what he said!" she straightened up suddenly, crying out as though she had made a great discovery. Soul and Black*Star's eyes went wide at her sudden outburst. Soul regained his composure first.

"What did he say?" he asked reassuringly.

"H-he was whispering to me…like he was trying to calm me down…b-but almost…sarcastically…he said, 'shh, Maka, no point hurting yourself if it's in vain…no-one's here to save you.' He said 'Maka.' Soul, he knew my name!" she cried, grabbing the fabric of his shirt in her fists, panic rising once again. Just as Soul and Black*Star were calming her down again, the door opened back up and the three doctors attending Maka came back in, Tsubaki immediately running to her side. Dr. Ryan walked up to Maka and the boys.

"Well, we've concluded you seem to be mostly alright…but we're going to have to perform a few tests."

"Tests…?" Soul asked slowly, a look of "I don't think so" crossing his face. Dr. Ryan held up a hand as if to stop him from saying anything else.

"It's nothing that'll hurt her, just a urine test and a few tissue samples."

"Tissue samples from where, exactly?" Maka insisted. All the doctors looked at each other, then back at Maka. She returned their look with a glare. Soul put his hand on her arm, giving her a look that said, "Just cooperate. Please..."

"Maka!" came a voice from the door, "Are you alright?!"

The doctors parted to show Kid, who had spoken, and Liz and Patti at the door, all looking terrified and angry at the same time. Well, except for Kid; he looked livid.

"I'm fine, Kid...how'd you get in?" Maka asked, cautiously opening her arms for a hug.

"Reaper privileges," he told her, his fury dissipating a bit as he wrapped his arms around her. She nodded.

"I'm glad you're here. So I guess they told you, too?" she asked as she pulled away from him. A little more of that flaming rage sparked in Kid's eyes for a second before receding again, like a fire that just had hairspray sprayed at it. He nodded.

"Yes...are you sure you're alright?"

"Fine, I told you."

Kid looked down at her lap and gingerly took one of her hands, studying her raw, bruised wrist. Pain and murder flashed in his bright yellow eyes. He closed his eyes and kissed her knuckles before putting her hand back in her lap. Liz and Patti rushed up to her, Patti's normal flighty behavior withdrawn a bit in place of anxious concern. Liz got to Maka first, going opposite Kid and brushing her hair out of her face.

"Maka, are you-"

"Yes, Liz," Maka sighed, hoping she didn't sound too dismissive, "I'm fine."

Patti only chewed her nails, jumping up and down on the balls of her feet. Dr. Ryan tried to get everyone out of the way so he could start his tests, but yet another gruff voice at the door interrupted him. Maka began to wonder exactly how many more people this small room could hold.

"Okay, everybody out! I need to talk to this girl!"

"B-but Mortensen..." Dr. Ryan started. Mortensen raised a hand to stop him.

"Your tests can wait, Dexter," Mortensen said impatiently. Dr. Ryan's face turned red with anger.

"I need to perform my tests before whatever might be in her system metabolizes, Geoffrey!" he growled. Mortensen dismissively waved a hand.

"And I need to find out what she knows. So go away for about ten minutes or so, wouldja?"

Dr. Ryan's face turned a kind of reddish purple as he fought for something to retort with. Finally, with a snort of exasperation, he turned and swept out the door.

"Agnes! Mikayla!" he called as he left. The brunette and the curly redhead, respectively, nodded and followed him. Kid tilted Maka's chin up and softly kissed her lips before he left, Tsubaki, Liz, and Patti all giving her worried glances before they left. Black*Star came up and slapped her shoulder.

"You're gonna be okay, right? I'll be right outside if you need me."

Maka smiled and nodded. Soul took her hand and gave her a reassuring glance, but didn't leave her side. This annoyed Mortensen.

"Mr. Evans, if you'll just—"

"Soul," Soul corrected the officer. "Don't call me Evans. And I'm not leaving."

Mortensen sighed in exasperation, and his partner shifted uncomfortably, waiting for Mortensen to explode. But he didn't.

"Are you sure you want to stay?"

"Maka needs me," Soul answered him curtly.

"You may not like some of the things you hear."

"I don't care."

Black*Star looked at Dr. Ryan as he walked out the door, into the hallway where the others were waiting.

"Dexter?" he asked, "Really?"

"So you and Mortensen know each other then?" Kid asked before Dr. Ryan could look too hurt about Black*Star subtly demeaning him. Dr. Ryan nodded.

"We went to college together. Don't worry, it's not just you guys; he's always been an asshole."

And with that, he turned around and walked down the hallway and around the corner, out of sight, Agnes and Mikayla following close behind. There was a brief silence, then Black*Star turned to Kid.

"Hey," he said, "so what actually happened?"

"What do you mean?"

Black*Star let his rage consume him; he grabbed Kid by his collar and slammed him against the wall, baring his teeth. The girls stared at the spectacle in shock, pulling close to each other instinctively for comfort.

"Don't you fucking 'what do you mean' me, you bastard! I know it was you!"

"What the—" Kid sputtered.

"You're such a fucking liar!" Black*Star spat, "I was with Soul the entire time; Maka never left with him!"

"You really think I'd rape my own girlfriend?!" Kid choked.

"Fuck yeah I do!"

"Well I never saw her after that dance until now! She told me she left with Soul!"

"Bullshit!"

"I was there, Black*Star!" Liz finally spoke up in defense of her meister, "And she said she was leaving with Soul! Don't you think that kinda makes you look like the liar?"

"You can ask Soul and Tsubaki!" Black*Star hissed, "Maka never left with him!"

"Well you can ask any of us; Kid, Patti, and me! She said she was leaving with Soul!"

"It's true!" Tsubaki and Patti cried at the same time. There was a short, stunned silence, and Black*Star released Kid, stepping back with a dangerous anger still visible in his eyes.

"Well one of us is lying," he concluded, "And I know it sure as hell isn't me."

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