"Y…you're…you're a….a weapon too?" Soul stammered. His hands that were clenched tightly into balls, loosened at this new discovery. However, they suddenly clenched tightly again.

"Yep. I was kind of surprised when I found out you were one too". Wes snickered painfully.

"How come you never told me!?" Soul yelled. Before Wes could answer, Soul turned his anger to Maka. "And what does he mean two weapons?"

Maka didn't shrink beneath his gaze or his angered voice. She looked away. As she did, a glow covered her arm before disappearing leaving the grayish-red scythe blade that was her partial weapon form.

Soul's body went rigid with surprise. He mouth was slightly agape. However his shocked state didn't last long as his anger returned, fiercer than before.

"WHY IN HELL DIDN'T YOU TEL THAT YOU'RE A WEAPON?!" Soul screamed, hurt by another of Maka's secrets. Before Maka could explain herself Soul came to his own conclusion, "So not only do you cheat on me with my brother, you also kept a secret that big away from me," Soul pointed to a finger at Maka's blade who still avoided Soul's glare. "It makes me wonder what other secrets you've kept from me. I mean I thought you trusted me, we were partners; miester and weapon, friends, and I thought we were more".

Now Maka was pissed. She abruptly looked at Soul, anger in her eyes.

"Why can't you say it?" Maka shot an accusing glare at Soul. It seemed as though you could see the steam rising from her body as she let out pent-up frustration. "Why can't you just call me your girlfriend?! You never see me complain about how you're never her because you're always on missions or training with Crona. You never hear me complain about how lonely it is when you're gone for weeks at a time." Tears slowly fell from Maka's eyes. They gathered in small bubbles only to have one fall at a time.

Soul went silent. He had nothing to say to comfort Maka, nor did he know how. Instead he said, "But I do call you my girlfriend-"

"Behind closed doors!" Maka interrupted. "I love you, but dammit Soul, I don't want to be just loved behind the closed-door of our apartment! I want to be loved like Black*Star loves Tsubaki. He's never afraid to show affection to her in public, and you know what", Maka gave a small almost hysterical giggle, "I missed that from him".

Soul was taken aback by what Maka had said. His eyes widened as his mouth hung open loosely; Wes just laughed at his younger brother's expression.

"What, did you think I was always alone? Who do think comforted me during my parents' divorce and was always there for me, because it wasn't you". Maka narrowed her eyes as she said you, hateful venom in her voice.

"U-uh…BUT WHAT ABOUT WES!" Soul shouted confused, angry, a mix of emotions.

Maka looked back at Wes who had recovered from his laugh attack, then back at Soul. "He was just part of our deal". Before Soul could ask his question Maka answered it. "Back in Paris, I was going to tell you about my weapon form but you were to goddamn busy entertaining yourself with your fans, or more like you brother's fans.

Soul's thoughts: …..

"So while you out, I decided I was tired of being lonely and went out; that's when I met Wes. We talked for awhile at our place while he dodged his fans. We had a few drinks and that's when I learned he was a weapon and he me. Because I couldn't talk to you, he said he would train me but only through a deal. I had to pretend to be his girlfriend so he could avoid his lovesick groupies and he would train me".

There was silence as Maka finally told Soul the truth. He seemed to have recovered from discovering his best friend used to be with Maka and now took in the news Maka told him.

"So you never truly left me for Wes?" Soul asked, a faint hope present in his voice.

Maka didn't answer instead Wes did, finally coming into the conversation. "Come on little brother do you honestly believe that a girl like her would stay with someone like you forever? You're more of a fool infested baka then I thought" Wes came up behind Maka, placing one arm around her waist and the other hand in his torn pocket. Soul scowled at the sight. His anger gave the little demon a chance to speak since Soul met up with Maka and Wes.

Soul's thoughts: Do you see what he does Soul. That boy called Wes, your brother, do you see how he has hurt your poor partner. Do you see her blood and torn clothes created by the blade that your brother has inside of him yet he holds her close like that of lovers….

Soul grew angry as he listened to the demon's words realizing that he was right.

"No one asked you anything Wes" Soul said, pure venom and hatred in each word. "I asked Maka a question. And you can take your arm off Maka's waist before a cut it off myself." To prove his point Soul flashed his own red and black scythe blade in front of Wes. Wes chuckled but let go of Maka and put his hand in his pocket.

Soul let his arm revert back to flesh before asking his question again. "Did you ever truly leave me for Wes?" Maka was again silent. There was an uncomfortable silence as Soul waited for an answer but after an excruciating long minute Maka answered, though it wasn't what Soul was hoping for.

"At first but…I'm sorry Soul I just don't love you like I used to anymore"

Soul went mute. There was no emotion on his face for awhile but as he let the words sink in, you could slowly see all of his feelings rush to his face. There was shock, then confusion, pain, hurt, sadness but above all complete and udder anger.

Soul's thoughts: Do you see how she admitted that she no longer cares for you.…come on Soul do you see that she has stopped loving you?... but she's right….if only I….she was right there but….I was happy that we were together and more than friends but….Calm down dear Soul, you can still win the girl back.

This pricked Soul's interest enough to let him calm down and listen…Just let me help you. Lose yourself in music and let the madness takes control. Show the girl you still care by defeating the one that took her from you...Wes.

Soul stared blankly at Wes, his eyes empty red voids. Though that's what appeared to Wes and Maka, something completely different was happening inside Soul's head. Instead of the staying in the dark void of his mind, Soul went inside the Black Room. His clothes changed into a black suit with thin, white stripes. Soul smirked as he straightened his tie and looked around the small room. A black piano sat in middle of the room awaiting its master. There were small candles lightning the room aided with the help of small lamps that hung from the walls eliminating a bluish light.

Soul walked to the piano. He ran his hand along the edge until his last finger ran off the smooth surface. Soul opened the keyboard cover as he slowly lowered himself to the cold bench. The demon sat on the wall opposite of Soul. He wore a simple black suit on his small body. His large fingers in his mouth as he chewed on his black nails with sharp-pointed teeth.

"Play Soul, play! You are no longer restricted by the madness child's teachings so play me a song. Play me a song of that you've never played before." The demon giggled giddily as he continued to chew at his nails.

Soul leaned over the piano, his sliver white hair covering his eyes. Then he smiled, his pointed teeth creating a look of a deadly madman. "Oh I'll play, I've got a song I've wanted to play for a while now".

Soul lowered his head enough to cover his eyes. He grew a large smile, one of a madman as his showed off his white pointed teeth. Soul put a hand to his chest covering his scar before lowering it to his side. As he did, the scar grew until it cut all the through his body leaving a small circle surround by three rings, each growing in size. Small blades grew from random places on Soul's arms. Soul looked up, one of his eyes widened while the other dropped to a sleepy like state.

Maka cowered with fear as she realized what had happened.

"The black blood has taken over"