A/N: Songs I listened too:

#1: Make Me Wanna Die- The Pretty Reckless

#2: Remember The Name- Fort Minor

#3: I Hate Everything About You- Three Days Grace.

Soul slouched into his usual form when he closed the Death Room's doors behind him and shoved his hands into his pocket as he started to walk to the exit.

Why was he feeling so down, he should have been happy that he got Death to agree with him on something… oh yeah… because of Maka. Why was he acting like this? He didn't really love her right? It was just because she had told him her feelings that he felt guilty, yeah that's it, he was feeling pity over her…

Soul let out a sigh as he walked out of the school and over to the apartment, thinking about everything that had happened, the note, the book shelf… her scar. A shiver ran through him as he opened the door of his apartment and slammed it closed behind him.

"Soul! You're home!" he heard Blair call out as she threw herself at him.

Soul stumbled back before regaining his footing and throwing her off of him with his good hand. "This is all your fault!" he yelled at her.

Blair winced as she hit the ground and looked up at him. "What are you talking about?" she asked but she already knew what he was going to say.

"What did you do to Maka to make her leave? What did you tell her?" he exclaimed, raging, his face turning a deep color of crimson as he took a step towards a trembling Blair.

"Soul, she left because she was a coward, I didn't do anything." Blair hissed at him.

"Bull shit!" Soul exclaimed stomping over towards the kitchen table and flipping it with his good hand, the dishes that were on it falling to the ground and shattering. It Blair hadn't rolled out of the way, she would have been smooshed by it.

"Soul!" she exclaimed cowering to a corner of the kitchen.

"No! I don't want to hear a fucking word you say. I told you not to come back! I warned you! Get the fuck out before I kill you!" Soul yelled out, he was dying inside with every second that passed when Maka wasn't there… why had he always lied to himself? He was deeply in love with Maka… and all it took for him to notice was her leaving.

Blair's eyes widened in fear as she saw Souls good arm transform into a blade. Blair let out a screech jumped to her feet, running out the door.

Soul didn't look away from the spot where Blair was as the blade turned back into his arm. With a sigh he went to pick up the mess he made and when he was finished he sulked over to his room but stopped when he passed by Maka's door.

His heart beat sadly as his hand found its way to the door knob, turning it slowly and then gently pushing open the door.

Stepping inside and closing it gently behind him, he walked over to the bed and sat down on it. He looked around the room… it was empty, only her desk was left a few hangers hung in her closet, there were no covers on the bed, just her pillow. Soul had a slight frown on his face as he remembered what she said. "I guess it does have something to do with noise…" she had said.

Soul shook his head, he was an idiot… if only he hadn't fallen into Blair's temptation… if only he would have kicked Blair out sooner… if only he had pushed Maka out of the way and not vice-versa… if only…

Soul took in a deep breath and began to remember the times when he and Maka were alone. The time when she had forced him to stay in bed because he had gotten a fever, she had given him a kiss on the forehead and he had blushed. The time when he had caught her singing in front of her mirror and he had teased her to the point where she had given him ten Maka-Chops.

A hand went to his head as he remembered that… he was starting to miss those things.

Sighing Soul fell back onto Maka's pillow and there was a loud smack. Sitting up, he lifted the pillow to see a small picture frame. Soul grabbed it and looked down at it… it was a picture of Maka and him.

He was leaning against the wall, his hands were shoved in his leather jacket, in his usual slouched position while Maka stood next to him, her arm over his shoulder hugging him to her as she too leaned back against the wall, flashing a peace sign and a toothy grin to the camera as her head rested on his shoulder. Soul wasn't looking at the camera like Maka was though… he was looking at her with a look in his eyes that said… that said… that he cared…

"I'm a fucking idiot!" he growled to himself as he fell back on Maka's bed.

Jared knocked on Maka's door. "Come on, we're already late Maka." Jared whispered loudly.

Grabbing her crutch, Maka hobbled over to the door and opened it. "Thanks Jared." She said a genuine smile spreading across her face as she hobbled past him and to the door.

Jared opened it for her and let her walk past him as he closed the door, locking it and walking to the house next door. "This is Pop's house."

Maka felt her heartbeat speed up as she hobbled behind him as quickly as she could without tripping over her feet.

Jared waited for Maka to stand next to him before knocking on the door.

"You're late." Maka heard someone say from the other side of the door… but it didn't sound like Pops though.

"Sorry Carlo, but I had to put the family to sleep before I got here. Open up." Jared said, he didn't agree with what was going to happen… he might have been second in charge, but Pops was ahead of him by a long shot… he had no control of what was about to happen.

The guy named Carlo opened the door a revealed himself. "You could have called Cuz." Carlo told Jared a small frown on his face as he stepped out of the way so that they could come inside.

"Yeah, sorry." Jared mumbled as he walked past him but Maka stayed behind to take a good look of this Carlo guy.

He had big green eyes… but they yelled out 'Danger'. His lips were in a thin line of anger, his hair was messy and a deep red color. He had a muscular build.

"You must be the challenger… You couldn't wait until you weren't in a cast?" he asked her, looking down at her with wonder in his deadly eyes.

Maka stood her ground and let out a small chuckle as she reached up to pet his hair. "With the right mind set… anything is possible." She said and with that turned to follow Jared to where ever he went to.

Carlo was left to look after her with shock. No one had ever patted his hair before… no one had ever spoken that way to him… and they usually ran away from him, scared… what was different about this one?

Maka stopped right behind Jared to see that they were in a huge back yard. Torches were lit in a circle and at every torch there was one person standing next to it… and right in the middle of the circle stood Pops with a demonic smile on his face.

"Welcome to your doom Maka." He called out smirking.