A/N: Songs I listened to while writing X)

#1: Sorry, Blame It On Me- Akon

#2: Evil Angel – Breaking Benjamin

#3: Watcha Say – Jason Derulo (I just love this song! XD)

#4: The Reason- Hoobastank

#5: Lips of an Angel – Hinder

Maka groaned in pain, trying desperately not to scream as she started to see stars. Her entire body was in pain… but it was worth it… she had saved her weapon… the love of her life, and she would die not regretting it.

She kept her eyes closed, hoping that it'll help ease the pain but nothing, she was trapped under that book shelf.

Suddenly, she felt a little lighter, she opened her eyes to see that she could see some light, but she was about to pass out from the pain.

"Maka, hold on. We'll get you some help soon." She heard Kilik say as he got a hold of her waist and pulled her.

Maka couldn't help but let out a scream of agony.

"Let go of her! You're hurting her!" she heard Soul yell angrily, but just then blackness took over.

"Don't argue now! Get her out of there! This is heavier than it looks!" Sid growled holding up the book shelf.

Kilik pulled out Maka and Sid let the book shelf fall.

"Get her to the Stein now! I have to see how this happened." Sid said calmly as he looked at the book shelf.

Kilik gathered Maka in his arms and ran out the door, Soul following closely, jealousy, anger and sadness flaring through his body.

Kilik burst into Steins class and everyone gasped when they saw who he was holding. "Stein, we need you to fix her." Kilik said placing Maka on his desk.

Stein looked down at Maka. "What happened?" he asked as he grabbed his tool box from under his desk.

Soul stepped in before Kilik could answer. "Could the questions be asked once Maka is in the clear?" he growled.

"Kilik calm him down and then explain what's going on to the class." Stein muttered as he took in Maka's appearance.

Her left arm was bent the wrong way, and her left knee was at an odd angle. At the left tip of her mouth, it ripped almost to the edge of her jaw, the blood was dripping down from her ripped up cheek to her left ear and onto his desk. Opening his tool box, he grabbed a needle with a long piece of thread and started to stitch her up.

The class tried not to pay attention to Maka, but it was impossible. Some classmates were crying others were passes out at the sight of the blood. Kilik got their attention and tried to explain what had happened.

Soul watched everything happen, sadness in his eyes as he buried his hand in his pocket, his hand fisting around Maka's note, a single tear escaping him as his other hand lightly grabbed her uninjured one.

Stein rolled his eyes. "She's gonna live." He murmured as he popped her arm and knee back in to place.

"She saved me Stein." He said not taking his eyes off her.

"Tell me, what happened?" Stein asked, but Soul kept quiet as he watched Stein bandage Maka's arm and leg.

"She won't be able to walk for a while, and as you can see her left arms pretty bad. No damages were done to the right side of her body. Her body will make a full recovery… her face unfortunately will stay that way. She should be able to talk fine though… take her to the nurse's office for now, make sure she rests." Stein said patting Soul's head leaving some of Maka's blood in Soul's white hair. "Oops." He muttered as he walked around his desk to look at his class. "Now where were we before we were interrupted?" he asked as Soul gathered Maka into his arms and hugged her to him.

"Soul? What are you doing?" Kilik asked tapping his shoulder. "Come on, we have to get her to the nurses office."

"Right." He mumbled as he walked ahead of Kilik and walked out the door, Kilik close behind.

"She told you why she wanted to move out right?" Kilik asked as they walked down the halls.

"Don't tell me you knew." Soul said hiding his face in Maka's neck so that Kilik wouldn't see the blush on his face.

"All of us knew Soul. You really hurt her, yet she insisted to stay there and suffer… Soul… let her move out, she's been through enough." Kilik said, putting his hand on Soul's shoulder.

Soul shook it off, refusing to look up. "I'll stop… I'm not going to let her leave my side." Soul growled.

"Easier said than done Soul… you're being selfish, think about Maka, think about how she felt… she's hurting emotionally Soul…" Kilik said.

Soul's heart began to slow down as he took in what Kilik was saying…

He looked up, a cold look in his eyes. "We have to get her to the nurses office." Soul mumbled changing the subject.

"Soul, I'm serious." Kilik said.

Soul looked back at him, a glare in his eyes. "When Maka wakes up, I'll let her decide if she wants to stay or go, but just so you know… I'll do anything for my meister… anything." Soul growled, his hold tightening around Maka as he walked din the direction of the nurses office again.

Kilik sighed and turned to go to the library to find out just how this mess happened.

Soul stepped into the nurse's office to see that it was empty. He set Maka down on the bed and pulled up a chair next to it, grabbing her hand and holding it in his tightly as he bowed his head.

This wouldn't have happened if he hadn't insulted her… the words just escaped his mouth, he couldn't control them!

"I'm sorry Maka… so sorry." He muttered and brought her hand to his mouth, giving it light kisses, hoping that she could somehow forgive him.

Soul looked up to see her face was still covered in blood. Getting up he looked for a towel. When he found one, he walked over to a nearby sink and turned on the water making sure it wasn't too cold and walked over to Maka's side.

Pushing away the bangs from her face, he winced when he saw the scar… this was his fault…

Taking in a deep breath, he gently wiped away the blood and let the towel drop to the ground when the blood was gone.

Placing both hands on both sides of her face, he looked down at her, his thumb caressing the scar on her face… his fault that it was there… all his fault.

He bent down, closing his eyes as their forehead touched… He opened his eyes. She looked beautiful to him with or without the scar… this was his meister… his partner… the woman that he… loved?

He blinked… did he really love her? He looked at her scar and a small smile lit his face… she sacrificed herself for him, just like he had sacrificed himself for her.

One of his hands let go of her face to touch the scar on his chest over his clothing while his other hand fingered the scar on her cheek. "I'm sorry Maka… this is my fault." He whispered bending down to kiss her scar.

He pulled away and let his finger trace over her scar… he didn't care how she looked… she was fine the way she was. Maka is Maka no matter what she looked like, and he was fine with that.