Soul felt himself move in and out of consciousness. It wasn't until he heard a voice call his name. "Soul! Wake up Soul."

Soul opened his eyes and found Maka bended over him. "Maka?" He asked in hoarse voice. He must be dreaming. But when Soul shook his head to clear it, she was still standing there. Green eyes looking extremely anxious back at him. "How?"

"What do you mean how?"

"You – you died."

Maka frowned. "What are you talking about? Look, there's no time for this. We're leaving this dump." She took his arm and started tugging on it.

Soul – dumbfound – stood up on his feet. He looked his meister over. She looked back at him, worried.

Before he could think about it, he pulled her in his arms. She smelled like strawberries, soap and sweat. He felt her chest rising and falling against his own. "You're alive." he mumbled.

Maka scoffed. "Well not for long if we stay here like a bunch of idiots. Come on Soul."

Soul ignored her. Carefully he pulled away as he drank the sight of emerald green eyes in. "Was it all a dream?"

Maka shook her head, to Soul's surprise. But before he could second guess it, he felt something stab him in the chest. He looked down and saw Maka holding the knife that was buried in him.

Maka was still looking at him, a twisted wide grin plastered on her face. "You know it is your fault that she's dead." she said in a sing song voice. "You said you'd protect her and yet you failed. You're a bad weapon!" Maka twisted the knife in Soul's body, black blood oozing out of the wound in fast portions. "Bad weapons don't deserve to live."

Soul watched how Maka's beautiful faced morphed into Meredith's. "You fucking -!" his words got caught in his throat when Meredith pulled the knife back.

"Stay nice!" Meredith chided.

"Like hell." Soul groaned.

Meredith started to walk around the young man. "You know, that whole Black Blood thing is quite something. You're so easy to torture now, without actually hurting you physically. You're mind is just messed up enough to do that."

So this wasn't real? Soul thought confused. This was all in his head?

Meredith nodded as if she could hear his thoughts. Which she probably did since they were in his head. "We're going to have some fun!" The woman said with a sadistic smile on her lips.

"Maka, watch out!" Spirt called from his weapon form as he was used to deflect a pre Kishin's attack.

Maka grunted, feeling the impact of the blow run through her body. It had been too long since she wielded a scythe, she realized. When she was in Paris she rarely went on missions. It didn't feel right to take another partner. So she spend her time looking for information and clues about Meredith.

Maka pounced at the Kishin, throwing the scythe's blade in it's face. It split in half before dissolving, leaving nothing but a red glowing orb behind.

"I think that's the last one." Spirit said.

"Better be." Maka huffed.

"Hanging in there kid?"

Maka saw her father looking worriedly at her from the reflection of his scythe. She nodded and started running after her team mates. They'd split up after running in a trap near Medusa's liar.

Maka found Black*Star battling three Pre Kishin's at once. When he caught sight of Maka he nudged his head to where Kid had gone to. "Find Soul." He shouted before he thrusted Chain Scythe into one the Kishins.

Maka obeyed after giving her friend one last glance. A single thought guided her through the maze of hallways. I'm coming for you Soul.

*Okay fuck I'm sorry for this crappy chapter. School has started again and I'm really busy. I'm working on a new chapter right now. Sorry again!*