Note: Inbar is a hebrew name that referrs to Amber (Jem). It is also used as name for a girl (Just like there are girls called Amber.)

I am sorry for picking a girl's name for Kid, but Amber fitted the song, and the song was made by the same writer that wrote the last song. It clicked too well for me to give it up!

This song was not written in English! okay? It really wasn't. I am just a random girl that speaks both Hebrew and English well so I translated it. The rhymes were better in hebrew, though. I highly recommend you to go and listen to it, the melody is beautifull. The name is "Hapsichologit" by Yonyi Bloch.

Tied by Words, part two

Disclaimer: I don't own the Song "Hapsichologit" by Yonyi Bloch.

The bell rang. Maka sat down and opened her new, unusual best friend.

'Good morning Amber! Are you busy?' She thought happily. 'Hey Jade! Its okay I'm free' the answer soon came, popping out on the paper. 'How did you sleep?' He asked.

The two of them got really close on the last few weeks, sharing their interest and taste in almost everything.

'I didn't. Well, I did, but then I started to get those weird dreams. Figures!' Maka thought back. 'Oh, well, you could've called on me. I don't get much sleep either, and ever since that new book came out? I really can't sleep at all. The kind of book that you just can't put down. I can't stop reading it, and I've tried!' Maka smiled to herself. This 'Amber' was truly something else.

'What do you always do so late at night that you can't sleep?' She asked. 'It's not the first time you mentioned it.' Amber hesitated for a minute before replying. 'I like to walk around Death City; it's always so pretty here. If you're real quiet, you might catch a glimpse of stray desert cats or foxes, Small snakes and creatures that only thrive at night. People dancing at clubs, open windows shading soft light on the streets-' His sentence dropped there. 'I wish I could see that. Maybe one day we'll meet and go together-' Maka suggested. 'No! I mean, I don't think it's a good idea. The streets are dangerous at night.' Maka rolled her eyes. She is a scythe meister, for crying out loud! But he didn't know that, of course.

'What about this dream you had? Do you remember what it was about? You can tell me anything.' He claimed.

I'm coming to you

Because on the last few days

I have had the strangest of dreams

The kind of dreams that just makes me wonder

If maybe

I'm not fully healthy

Or maybe I'm sick out of my mind

Kid's POV

That girl. I just can't get her out of my mind, latterly.

Jade has turned out to be just like me. She is strong, focused and always gives good advice. I found myself telling her about my sisters, my ever working father and the pressure of taking his part when I'm older. She on her side told me about her jerk of a roommate and her cheating father. Her dream was to create a death scythe, show the world she has a meaning in between all meaningless things, it was her reason to be- a reason to live. People will adore her and yearn to be like her, and not because of her father. No, she wanted to become her own somebody to be reckoned with, worthy of the trust and part she is given by Shinigami and the simple fact of her existence.

Just like me.

Whenever she closed the book I filled with emptiness, yearning for her to call to me, to need me again. We were no more than friends, but no less than best friends at that. Compared to her, Liz and Patty never said anything clever, nothing other than 'nails' and 'giraffes'. They never excited me, like she did.

And she really did.

I never questioned myself on whether it was wrong of me to open my heart to Jade when it was already possessed by another.

Maka. She was a friend, but we never talked. I like her gentle short breathes after training, her blushing and ever wondering eyes that escaped into a book every time I caught them. She always seemed to be the smartest one in the room, a natural born leader and a beautiful girl in general, symmetrical, and the most awesome person I knew in existence. She might've been in love with Soul, and she might've been in love with Crona. She might have even fallen for Black*Star, and all of them were better than me. More worthy of her and closer to whoever was inside that shell of hers, but I had a feeling it wasn't so. There was something in her eyes that gave me hope.

And maybe she loved me after all.

I'm falling into a black hole

I'm falling, falling

It doesn't swallow me

You're the only one that can help me

You're the only one that can.

'Hey Amber? Are you busy?' the words flashed inside my head. 'No, not at all.' I reply, happy to answer my just-best-friend-and-nothing-more. 'Oh, good. I wanted to… err, ask you something.' Jade. Her voice in my mind sounded and seemed so angelic, embarrassed and flustered at the same time. For a moment I compared her to Maka, angelic and beautiful on her own right. But Maka has given me hope- she was the kind of a friend I could see and feel, hold her hand and see her when she blushed, smiled or avoided my eyes. I believed I had a chance with the green eyed angel, unlike the mysterious Jade, which for all I know could very well be a witch or worse. Maka was real; right here a couple of seats behind me. I turned to her and watched as her lips moved in a silent prayer. 'Amber, I…' Jade whispered. I blinked, ripped out of my dream. Maka slowly opened her eyes, connecting them with mine. Sparks flew for a moment before she turned away. 'Never mind…' Jade finished. But at the moment I didn't bother questioning it.

My heart was beating so fast.

…

'Amber!' Jade's voice caught me off guard, for the second time that day. Here she is again, waking up in the middle of the night. Was she having a bad dream?

After class Maka ran home, avoiding me completely. Blush filled her cheeks once again, and I realized that maybe I was going too far too fast, and maybe she wasn't ready. Maybe we weren't meant to be- just yet, anyways. That was of course, unacceptable. I had to make her mine, and fast. I need to let her know somehow about how my feelings- but that might drive her away. Death, Patty and Liz are right, I do worry too much.

…

Maka's pov

'Jade? Is everything okay?' amber asked, confused. I breathed deeply, vanishing the last trails of dream from my mind. 'Yea, I just had this feeling for a moment, like someone is watching me. Are you still reading that book?' I asked, trying to change the subject. For the last couple of nights I've been dreaming about Amber, one dream after another, and all of them ended in me waking up, feeling like someone was watching me. But it wasn't a scary feeling, no; it felt kind of... warm. Today I decided to tell him. And I would have made it, if it wasn't for that Shinigami of whom I caught staring at me. At that moment I lost all line of thought- his eyes didn't allow me to think. It wasn't long before I couldn't take it anymore, after all, there is only so much a girl can get of her crush without passing out on the spot. But then again…

What was it about me, my flat chest, my nerdy attitude, that got kid so fascinated with me, out of all people? Must his eyes glare so mockingly, or at least so it felt, at my eyes?

And why, even then, I couldn't help but hold my breath?

I needed to get over him already. The faster the better. I had Amber, and he was much more promising, much more affectionate. I felt him with me in a way I didn't feel kid, for me he was the one that's real, and not the other way around.

I needed to confess about my dreams. He'd understand… The only thing I needed was that much courage. And did I, Maka Albarn, the defeater of the kishin, had the courage to confess to my friend that he is all I can ever think about? I'm not quite sure.

'Amber?' I opened the door of the apartment and ran down, suddenly yearning for air. 'Actually, Jade, something popped up. I'll have to cut you out. Sorry!' Amber announced. I jumped as I heard a sudden movement in the bushes, but when I looked there was no one there.

Amber

Don't you tell me that were out of time together

I have got just so much more stuff to share.

"Amber?" I called into the empty space of our thoughts. That will make the third time I tried to confess, hopefully it'll go well. The soft lights fell on the shining floor of the empty ballroom, creating just the calm aura I needed to clear my thoughts. The silence and smell of polished wood across the area where couples danced... and suddenly came the picture to my head, of me and Amber- a stranger in a mask, dancing, bodies and minds in cynic to a slow rhythm, a love song. 'Why am I imaging this? What's wrong with me, and how do I fix it?' I shuddered. 'I'm a little busy. We'll talk later, okay?' He answered briefly, and I felt crushed, as if I ran too fast and the momentum drove me straight into a wall I didn't knew was there. All of this planning, to confess, and he is busy. Oh well, he couldn't have known that I was feeling this way, so it isn't his fault.

I stood up, sliding my hand on the soft carpet covering the stairs as I pushed myself on my feet. There it was again, the feeling of being watched, but this time I sensed the presence responsible.

"Maka?" His voice. How did he find me? And what did he want from me this time, more hints of blush, more short eye contact? Well, that's too bad for him, because he already took my all.

Or maybe I still had a small smile to give him, in return to his.

"I was looking for you." He said softly. "I guess you found me. Need anything?" I asked. His eyes blurred for a minute and then focused as if nothing ever happened. "Do you like it here?" He ignored my question, taking a step towards me instead. "Sometimes I like to climb up here, I like the silence, it can wash worries right off." I answered. He flinched at my comment, but made another step.

"Sometimes I like to image couples dancing here, when nobody is around." He said, sitting on the step. I hesitated for a moment before I sat down next to him. "I do that too." I confessed. Kid focused his gaze on the floor, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.

"Are you avoiding me?" He asked. I cringed. "I am not!" I defended, puffing my cheeks. "That's good. If you're not avoiding me, I thought maybe you would like to dance." What just happened? Did he offer me to dance with him? Confusion filled me. "But the ballroom is empty." I replied. "Look closer." He grinned. And suddenly I saw it, couples dancing together like a dream, and Kid offering his hand to me with a smile. I raised an eyebrow. Was it magic, or my tiered brain? Whatever it was, it was amazing. I stood up and took his hand, letting him lead between the images of dancing pairs. And his eyes were so hypnotizing, that it became harder to see the rest at all.

He leaned in to kiss my forehead. "Maka..." He said softly. I hummed in reply. "Don't you think I gave up on you." He whispered. And just like that, Kid was gone, and I was left with the book. The book and the empty ballroom.

I'm walking into a bright light

I'm walking, walking

It slowly swallows me

You're the only one that can save me

You're the only one that can

Kid's pov

'Hey Jade. Answer me when you see this.' I thought. Lately Jade has desperately tried to catch my attention, and in every time I was busy or just thinking about Maka, a thing that made me in a mood fit to isolate at my room. I really didn't want to talk to anyone when she was on my mind, but now I was relatively free and up for a chat.

'Amber! Oh death I missed you!' Jade called happily. I chuckled, a bit of guilt pinching at my chest. 'I really needed to tell you something.' Her tone became hesitant. I bit my lip. Jade was never so nervous before. 'Amber, do you have a crush on someone?'

It took me a moment before I came up with an answer. 'I do. Why are you asking?' her side turned silent. 'Tell me about her.' Jade squeaked. What got her so interested?

'Well, she is very beautiful. Low self-esteem but the most kickass girl out there. You would have liked her, I bet. I'm planning on asking her out sometimes.' Another moment of silence. 'That's cool. I'm happy for you, good luck Amber.' She said my name slowly and I cringed. It was sort of... venomous. 'Something came up, I need to go.' She said before vanishing.

Because to me you're a lighthouse

And I am a little ship, so lost.

You're the only one that can guide me

You're the only one that can.

Amber

song origin: hebrew: "Hapsichologit" by Yoni Bloch:

Any ba elich

Ci bazman haacharon

yesh li halomot maphchidim

halomot shegormim li lachshov

sheolay any

lo legamry barie

sheolay anlo margish colcah tov

any nophel lehor shahor

nophel nophel velo niblam

rak at yechola laazor li

hayechida miculam

Inbar

al tomry li shehazman shelano nigmar

yesh li od col cach harbe ma lomar

any holech el toch haor

holech holech veneelam

rak at yechola laazor li

hayechida miculam

ubishvily at migdalor

veany cmo sira byam

rak at yechola laazor li

hayechida baolam

Inbar.