A/N: Now that I got through the Mr. Law chapter, back to where we were before. ^. ^ There are a few details that are still missing from Soul's past so I'll see if I'll be able to squeeze them in somewhere.
"I need to see Maka, let me go with you guys." Soul told Pops, his hold on the notebook and pencil tightening as Frank opened the trunk of the car to put in Maka's suit cases along with Carlo's.
"No." Pops said, already getting annoyed by Soul.
"You have to beg Soul." Dagger whispered.
"Please take me with you guys." Soul pleaded.
"That's not the type of begging I meant." Dagger told him.
"Look, Soul, I've had enough to deal with today, it's three in the morning, go back and go to sleep." Pops said, shooing them off with a wave of his hand as he opened the driver's door and stepped into the car, turning it on.
"Wait; let me at least write her a note, will you give it to her before she leaves?" Soul asked Pops.
"You have until Jared gets back from saying goodnight to Kami and his kid, to give me that note." Pops told him.
Soul turned to Dagger and gave him a shove. "Go stall him, buy me some time." Soul said, pushing him in the direction of the house with his free hand.
"What do I get out of this?" Dagger asked, letting himself be pushed.
"What do you want?" Soul growled.
"I can't think of anything at the moment…" Dagger mumbled.
"I'll tell you about my past, how about that?" Soul growled, pushing him again.
"Fine, but tell me when we have nothing better to do, I don't want to hear it when I'm actually entertained." Dagger said as he lazily made his way back to the house to stall Jared for as long as he could.
Soul quickly opened up the note book and started to scribble a note to Maka.
"I tried Soul!" Dagger yelled out about a minute later.
Soul's head turned in the direction of the yell to see Dagger holding on to Jared's shirt collar and yanking to hold him back but it seemed as if it didn't affect Jared at all, he kept walking.
Soul quickly looked back down at his scribbling and finished up what he was writing, tore it out of the note book and handed it to Pops through the open window. "Please make sure she gets this." Soul said.
"Sure." Pops said, grabbing it and stuffing it into his pocket.
Frank got into the back seat while Jared opened the passenger door. "You could let go now Dagger." He said.
"Did you get it done Soul?" he called out.
Soul nodded in his direction, making his way back to the house.
"See ya Jared." Dagger said, letting go of his collar and giving him a pat on the back as he walked back towards the house, beating Soul to the door.
"I really wanted to at least say goodbye to Maka." Soul muttered as he opened the door to the house and stepped inside.
"At least now you have more time to finish up your drawing." Dagger said with a shrug.
"Yeah, I guess." Soul mumbled as he went back towards the guest room.
Dagger followed him there, a yawn starting to form. "You could tell me about your past right about now." Dagger said as he went to sit down on the desk chair.
-Page Break-
Carlo walked into the room where Maka and Black*Star were still sleeping, having just received a call from Pops telling them to say good bye to Black*Star, that he was on his way.
"Maka." He murmured, gently pushing against her shoulder.
Maka's eyes slowly opened and looked up at him. "What?" she murmured, rubbing her eyes, careful not to move too much because Black*Star's head was currently resting on her stomach.
"Pops says that it's time to go, do you want to wake him up and say goodbye… or do you just want to leave?" Carlo asked.
Maka looked down at Black*Star, her heart filling with sadness. "I can't leave him like this Carlo… I need to talk to Pops about this." Maka said.
"Just go already." Black*Star growled, pushing himself off of Maka and laying down back on the bed with his back to her.
"Black*Star-" Maka started but she was interrupted.
"Go! Leave me alone!" Black*Star yelled at her. He knew how Pops doesn't like to be kept waiting; he knew what could happen to Maka. Black*Star's arm went to cover his bandaged torso… he didn't want that for her.
"No. You need me here Black*Star, I don't want you to go on thinking that it was your fault." Maka said.
"I'm sure that Pops would let Soul visit me every once in a while. After all, I'm just going crazy, nothing a few happy pills can't handle." Black*Star grumbled.
"Black*Star, I know what you're trying to do, don't let Maka leave with this memory of you." Carlo growled.
"I don't want Pops to hurt her any more than he already has." Black*Star growled, refusing to turn around and face them.
Maka looked down at Black*Star and wrapped her arm around his torso, burying her head against his shoulder. "I'll miss you Black*Star. I'll be back as soon as I can to be here for you. Don't do anything stupid okay?"
Black*Star stayed quiet.
"Promise me you won't." Maka insisted.
"I can't do that Maka… I don't want to lie to you." Black*Star insisted.
Maka quieted down, a single tear escaping her as her arm tightened around his stomach.
"Black*Star… you know how things are in training. They are going to break her with every shot they could get. Do you know what's going to happen if she finds out you did something stupid?" Carlo asked.
"I don't want to hurt anyone else." Black*Star said, his voice starting to quiver.
There was a knock on the door and Frank poked his head inside. "Pop's waiting in the car." He said, stepping inside. "He sent me to make sure that Black*Star doesn't make anything stupid." Frank told them.
"Come on Maka, say good bye, we have to go." Carlo told her, squeezing her shoulder lightly.
"I'm sorry Black*Star." Maka muttered, letting go of him and sitting up, her vision starting to get blurry.
Frank stopped them before they could leave. "Maka… don't show any weakness, that's the only way you could survive training." Frank told her, looking her in the eyes. "Don't think about what is going on in the outside world, concentrate on yourself and Carlo. He will find your weakness and hit it hard without mercy."
Maka nodded wiping away a tear that escaped and walked out of the room before anything else could happen.
Carlo looked back at Black*Star from the door way. "Black*Star… do the right thing, not what you want to do." He warned and followed Maka out to the car.
Frank closed the door and sat in the chair next to the bed. "Black*Star, look at me."
Black*Star didn't move.
"I know you didn't kill your weapon for the Star Clan." Frank said.
Black*Star froze and turned to look at him. "Who told you?" he asked.
"No one, I figured it out myself. I would have done the same thing for my family… Black*Star, your weapon was the enemy; we would have used her as bait. You did the right thing for her. Don't worry, Pops doesn't know, it's just me." Frank told him.
"If you tell him, he would kill me for betraying the clan." Black*Star grumbled.
"I know, I won't tell him." Frank said.
"It was a suggestion." Black*Star replied.
"Black*Star, enough of us are on happy pills, you don't have to be, at least not yet. You have your whole life ahead of you." Frank tried to explain.
"You don't know what it's like to have to kill someone close to you." Black*Star mumbled.
Franks eyes went cold. "Black*Star, I had to kill my two little girls." He growled.
Black*Star's eyes widened and he sat up to stare at Frank. "What?" he mumbled. "But… you said that your family died after an enemy attacked your home." Black*Star said.
Frank sighed. "My two baby girls, they were the best thing that could happen to me." He whispered.
"What happened?" Black*Star asked.
"It was in the middle of the night, my wife and I were sleeping in our room when I heard loud coughing, and my wife thought she heard the back door open. I thought the coughing came from one of the girls getting sick so I went to get her a glass of water while my wife went to go check the back door. I walked up the stairs to their room to see the door was wide open… the girls weren't in their bed. Megan and Pam weren't there.
"Like any other father, I panicked, dropping the water and running inside the room, calling out their names, but they didn't respond. I ran down the stairs to tell Jordan, my wife, that the girls were gone but when I ran inside our room, one of the enemies of the Star Clan was there with my two little girls.
"I was relieved at first… but then I looked more closely, I saw that their hands and clothes were stained red with blood… Black*Star, my heart sank at the moment I realized that they weren't them… their souls weren't there anymore. Their eyes were white, dead, no feeling in them.
"I remember the evil smirk on the man's face. He told me it was pay back for killing off his followers. I was the one that found their hide out and called for the attack that killed all of them… he was the one that escaped." Frank mumbled, tears starting to form in his eyes.
"Then I called out for Jordan, but that just made him laugh harder. That laugh… it still haunts me." Frank muttered shaking off the shivers that were going down his spine. "Underneath the stairwell, we had hidden a pistol just in case. I went to get it and when I turned around, Megan and Pam pounced on me, causing me to fall back. They were scratching my arms and stomach, baring their teeth at me." Frank let out a small sob, his hand going up to cover his mouth as tears ran down his cheeks.
Black*Star had never seen a grown man cry, it was heart breaking. He couldn't believe what he was hearing; this is entirely different story than the one he had heard from Pops.
Once Frank was able to control his sobs, he started again. "They were trying to kill me. I had no other choice… Black*Star, I had to kill them. Megan was the first to go, she was digging her nails into my shoulders and yanking away at my skin, I still have the scars. I had to shoot her right between the eyes. Then it was Pam. She was jumping on my stomach… Black*Star, I didn't know what else to do, it was them, my daughters, but at the same time they were demons that I've never met before. I had to kill them both. She fell to the ground, but she managed to crack a few bones.
"The bastard, he stood their smiling in victory. 'Kill me; I got my revenge' was what he told me. The nerve of him, I felt so weak, but I did as I was told… but I made sure he suffered. I'm not going to go into details… let's just say there were a lot of blood and gore, and surgery without any pain killers." Frank said, hatred filling him as he remembered the smile that haunts him.
"What happened to Jordon?" Black*Star asked.
Frank let his head fall into his hands. "I told you that my baby girls' hands and clothes were stained with blood right?" he murmured.
"Yeah…" Black*Star trailed off, he had a feeling that he knew where this was going.
"After calling Pops to come pick up the dismembered body… I went searching for her, to beg for her forgiveness, to tell her what had happened, and I found her… in the back yard, her stomach was… was…" Frank couldn't hold it in anymore he felt his dinner start to come up. "Where's the bathroom?" he asked after throwing up a bit in his mouth, his hand going up to cover it.
Black*Star pointed to the door on the other side of the room and saw Frank run for it, slamming the door shut behind him, but that didn't stop Black*Star from hearing him throw up.
A few minutes passed and he heard the sink turn on and the shut off. Frank walked out of the bathroom, his skin pale. "I'm sorry… her stomach, it was torn open, her ribs were ripped out of her, her guts were surrounding her, some still attached to the inside… but what really got to me was that her eyes were wide open in fright… she was gagged, one of the reasons that I didn't know what was going on." Frank said.
"Frank… why didn't you tell us what had happened?" Black*Star asked.
"I... you guys wouldn't understand what I was going through. I started to get depressed and Pops noticed this. He said that his third in command shouldn't be this weak… so he sent me to a hospital to get myself checked out. A few years later, here I am, on happy pills. I'm telling you this Black*Star, because you have some idea of what I had to go through. Black*Star, do something with yourself, I'm sure you weapon would have wanted you to be happy." Frank muttered.
Black*Star looked him in the eyes. "I'm sure your family would have wanted you to be happy too."
-Page Break-
"I was nine years old when I started to act out. I started to get pains for no reason and being the stubborn kid that I was I lashed out on people, saying that nothing was wrong with me.
"I had to take a break from playing the piano… every time I hit a chord, this shock would go through me, and I didn't like it, it used to scare me." Soul said, hating himself for promising he would tell his past to Dagger.
"Go on." Dagger said.
Soul sighed and with a roll of his eyes continued. "My parents started to worry about me and they kept asking what was going on with me. I got sick of it and snapped, threatened to run away. They panicked and decided to turn their heads in the direction of art.
"They saw an ad in the streets and called the private tutor to come in the next day to teach me a few things."
"They dressed me up and warned me that if I did something bad to the lady that they would make me share a room with my brother Wes. I hated my brother by the way." Soul muttered.
"The part of the story that you will tell me later." Dagger mentioned.
"Anyways, I liked the tutor; she was nice and was patient with me. Her name was Jackie… but then one day, the pain was getting out of control. She noticed and got a bit too close for my liking." Soul said. "I told her to back off but she wouldn't listen, she kept asking what was wrong, and I… I just broke. It was my first transformation, you know how we can't control it, everything just went blank and I went on instinct… I… my… my arm turned into a blade and I slashed her stomach.
"I remember the way she fell to the ground. I didn't know how to turn my arm back, I was frantic. I sat down beside her and begged for her to forgive me. I remember her looking up at me. 'It is okay, you didn't know'… she understood." Soul said looking up at the ceiling.
"I tried to go get help for her, but her hand reached up and grabbed my hand. She stopped me, she asked me not to. I asked her why, but instead of answering she grabbed a pencil that was behind her ear and weakly handed it to me. She told me to draw her happy… 'It's the only way you would be able to move on'. That's what she told me. I drew her and just as I finished the doors opened. I started to say sorry, I didn't know how to control it, it hurt me… the husband saw his wife on the ground, just a few breaths left in her. He fell to his knees in shock. He looked at me in disbelief and then ran to gather his wife in his arms and left… I was yelled at, my mom was crying, the servants were packing up our stuff." Soul muttered.
"So it was like a hit and run?" Dagger asked.
Soul looked at him. "Yeah… I guess. We moved to a town near Death City, and a few years later, I left my family and went to the DWMA where I met Maka… that's another story entirely." Soul said.
"What about the husband? What happened to him?" Dagger asked.
"I don't know. I forgot what he looked like too, we left a couple hours after the incident." Soul said with a shrug.
"Do you not have a conscience?" Dagger asked.
"What do you mean?" Soul responded.
"You killed a woman!" Dagger exclaimed.
Soul glared at him. "I had no control Dagger!"
"Did you even say sorry to the husband?"
"I tried to but he ignored me!" Soul yelled out. "That was about eight years ago, piss off Dagger." Soul yelled.
Dagger for once quieted down. "I'm sorry for your loss." He muttered.
"Look, it was a long time ago; I've managed to forget about it for a few years." Soul growled.
"Yet you still draw." Dagger told him.
Soul looked up at him and then down at his lap where he was finishing the sketch of Tsubaki, his hand tightening around the pencil. "Yeah… I still do."
A/N: I just realized that this is a bit too long for my liking; I might have over done this… It is seven pages long. O.O Anyways, don't forget to review. ^. ^ Any questions, I would be glad to answer, don't be afraid to ask!