Hello everybody! Thank you so much for reading this little story of mine :D Just a reminder that this is rated M for future chapters! A big thank you to vivalarapture for reviewing! You're amazing! :D I also have to give credit to my amazing friend Nora for helping me proof read all my chapters! So, please review! It would mean the world to me. Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater, sadly. Enjoy chapter 4: something's not right

Lord Death was silently contemplating life in his office when he heard the front door being kicked in. He sighed. It wouldn't be the first time. He turned to see a furious Maka fast-walking toward him.

"What did you do?!" she yelled, her voice octaves above her usual pitch.

"What are you talking about, Maka?" Lord Death asked, truly confused.

"All of Soul's things, where are they?!" Maka was seeing red. First they drop the "time-to-get-a-new-partner" crap and now this?! She didn't think so. "Where the hell is it?!"

"Maka, calm down. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Like hell you don't!" She didn't have time for this shit!

"Watch your tone, Maka," Lord Death said slipping into his real voice. Hearing the warning, Maka relaxed a little bit. She took a deep breath and started over.

"All of Soul's things are gone. I haven't been in his room since we left to England. But, I went in today, and it's spotless. Everything is gone. There's not even dust…" Her voice trailed off. Lord Death contemplated this.

It was strange. Who would clean out Soul's room? Was it friend or foe? When had it been cleared out? Did it have any connection to Maka's splitting soul? At this point there were too many holes. Lord Death looked at Maka's expecting expression.

"I didn't, nor did I order anyone to clean out Soul's room," he said finally. It was hard for Maka to accept. If it wasn't the DWMA, then who was it? And, the question was, why?

"Maka," Lord Death interrupted her thoughts, "Go home and rest. It's one o'clock in the morning." Shocked, Maka looked at her watch. Sure enough, it was one in the morning.

"Oh," she said dejectedly. "Okay. Goodnight, Lord Death." She left with blank eyes.

Just what the hell is going on here, Lord Death thought, as he watched Maka leave.

"It's what!?" Kid, Black Star, and their weapons all yelled simultaneously. The whole group was at a café for dinner. They were drinking tea until Maka told them about Soul's room being cleared. Now Maka had tea spit in her face. She cleaned her face before speaking again.

"I went into his room last night and it was empty; everything, gone," her voice was quiet.

"I need to see this," Black Star said while getting out of his chair.

"Me too," said Kid second.

"It seems so weird," Liz muttered.

"Haha, all his things are gone!" Patty yelled as her usually oblivious self. They all stood up except for Tsubaki and Maka. Tsubaki put an arm around Maka.

"Guys," Tsubaki called out, "Don't you think it might be too much for Maka?" Everyone's determination wavered.

"No, it's okay," Maka said, "You guys go on ahead. I'll meet you guys there." Black Star squared his shoulders.

"There, Maka said it. Let's go, Kid." The four of them left towards Maka's apartment.

"Are you okay?" Tsubaki asked Maka. Maka was staring at her tea.

"Yeah," Maka nodded. Tsubaki held her close. She couldn't even begin to imagine life without her partner. Poor Maka, he thought.

The gang of four stared into the open doorway. They had made it to Maka's apartment alright, but as soon as they opened the door, no one wanted to go in. Black Star and Kid stood there arguing about what to do while Patty span in circles and Liz filed her nails. That was the exact situation Maka and Tsubaki walked into.

"What's going on?" Tsubaki asked.

"Tsubaki! Tell Kid that we should go in there!" Black Star yelled at his weapon.

"Tell your partner that this needs to go the police!" Kid countered.

"The police?" Tsubaki muttered, as Maka slipped out from under her arm. "Why the police?" Every one stopped when they heard Maka's little yelp. Her hands were at her mouth, trying not to scream. Without thinking, Maka walked into her apartment.

The apartment was a complete mess. The couch was stripped and turned over. Every drawer, desk, and cabinet was emptied. Her pictures were taken out of their frames. Someone had searched her apartment.

The rest of the gang followed her in.

"Jeez," Liz said.

"Remember, don't touch anything. This is a crime scene," Kid reminded Patty.

"Who could have done this?" Tsubaki asked to no one in particular.

"Maka," Kid started, "Do you see anything missing?" She shook her head. "No. I don't know." Every one continued to look around the room when Black Star remembered something.

"Guys," he started, "What about Soul's room?" Everyone looked at Maka and waited for her answer. Maka simply walked into her own room. It was no different than the living room. She felt violated. Here she was, trying to become stronger, trying to make it on her own, and someone just waltzed right in and tore through everything she owned. Maka looked to her desk and noticed that her picture frame was on its face. She picked it up.

It was a picture of her and Soul. She stared at it every night. But she wouldn't be staring at it any more. The half that was Soul was gone. Ripped out. Just like he was ripped out of her life. Maka dropped the picture and ran straight to Soul's room. She swung the door open.

She fell to her knees, shaking.

The room's walls were covered in post-it's with her name written on them. And in the middle of the floor there was an envelope that also had her name on it.

"Maka," she heard Kid faintly, "The police are here."

The police took pictures of everything. But they didn't find any fingerprints, hair, shoe prints, anything that could be of help in any way. There were no signs of forced entry. No sign of magic used. The other half of Maka's picture was found in the kitchen trash. So, someone had a key. Or….someone was making it up….

"Do you understand what we're saying, Mr. Albarn?" The police had just finished their explanation to Spirit and Lord Death. Spirit shook his head.

"No, I don't. You're suggesting that my daughter did this herself?" The police nodded. "That's ridiculous! Maka's not like that. She's an honest girl!" Spirit was in full defense of his daughter. The police just sighed.

"We'll keep in touch," they said, right before they left.

"You can't possibly believe that Maka would do this herself, do you?" Spirit asked Lord Death.

"I think it's best if Maka stays with you for a little while, Spirit," Lord Death suggested.

"Keep a close eye on her," Stein added. "That goes for you as well, Kid and Tsubaki."

"Understood," the teens answered.

"Where is Maka now?" Tsubaki asked timidly. Spirit sighed.

"In the interrogation room down at the police station," Spirit spat between his lips.

"I'm not worried," Tsubaki tried comforting Spirit. "They'll see that it wasn't her. It's not like she has any criminal charges against her."

"Exactly," Kid jumped in. "They can't get you for making a mess in your own home." Tsubaki nudged Kid in his side.

"What he means is that they'll realize that her apartment really was broken into and start looking for the one who did it," Tsubaki put on her most convincing smile. Spirit smiled a little.

"Thank you, Tsubaki. I appreciate it."

Down in the interrogation room Maka was sitting with her hands in her lap. She didn't understand why she was here. Shouldn't the police be looking for the one who ruined her apartment? She flinched a little when the door slammed open.

"Ms. Maka Albarn, is it?" She looked up at the detective. He was round and balding. He had her case file in one hand and a Ziploc bag in the other. Maka nodded. "I'm detective Holter and it seems as though you're in quite a bit of a mess." Her eyebrows knitted.

"A mess?" She repeated softly. Detective Holter nodded and tossed the Ziploc bag on to the table.

"You can start by explaining that," he said rather harshly.

Inside the bag was the envelope with her name on it.