"I know you can hear me Soul! Answer me!" Maka called out to Soul. Her body was tense, ready to fight when the time came. "Oh and this time, I want to hear you not the Demon"

"Aren't you going to answer her?"

Soul's answer was the silence that filled the room. The Demon waited patiently for a response hoping that Soul would do exactly what he wanted. When Soul did respond, the Demon had to control himself so he would not sound delighted.

What Soul said was, "I'm going to return to my body." He turned to look at the Demon, "Don't touch my piano. All I want you to do is keep me supplied with black blood, nothing more, and nothing less. Understand?"

The Demon nodded happily. He watched Soul stand and barely being able to contain himself, watched him walk to the door and leave.

Maka watched with a raised eyebrow as Soul's body began to, what seemed to be, going back to normal. His eyes, which had dulled, brightened to their normal shade of bright blood red. The scar that had grown cutting his body in half, shrunk down to its normal size (if you can even call it normal since the scar had originally crossed his body from his left shoulder to his right hip). At the same time the three rings grew smaller until they no longer existed. The only thing that stayed were the blades.

Maka was silent for a moment. She stared at Soul, her glare hard of disappointment but not anger. With her arms crossed over her chest, Maka called out to Soul again.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to answer me?"

Soul stared Maka down with that same emotional glare from before except, he noticed this time she didn't back down.

"First tell me why you're protecting that smug-faced bastard."

"If anyone's a smug-faced bastard, it's you Soul"

Soul recoiled shocked. "What did you call me?"

"You heard me; you're a smug-faced bastard that out of jealously of his older brother submitted to anger and went straight to using black blood instead of fighting using your own strength like the cool guy you claim to be." Maka glared at Soul as she spoke. Her voice, unwavering, held an icy disappointment tone to it.

"Glad to know how you really feel…" Soul answered back. Suddenly everyone went silent. Neither Maka nor Soul said anything. A thick air of mixed emotion settled between the two. Anxiousness, disappointment, and anticipation came from Maka. While from Soul, it was nearly impossible to even place an emotion that was stronger than the others.

"Come on Soul finish him off! Do not let that girl stop you. She no longer cares for you because she cares for him! Finish him off and she will care for you again"

Soul's hand twitched slightly as the Little Demon urged the new thought into his mind.

"Don't worry if the girl gets hurt. You must get past her to get to him so go, go now!"

Soul didn't move for a moment. But, slowly, he began to laugh. His voice grew and grew until the insane laughter broke through the emotional cloud.

"HA HA HA you're right! This is the only way"

Maka didn't even get the chance to ask "whose right, what's the only way" before Soul went rushing at her, both his arms already turned into blades. With a quick motion, Maka turned her arm into a blade and blocked Soul's attack pushing him back.

Soul wasn't even fazed. He was warned of her defiance and knew she was going to get in the way. The only way to deal with her was to get rid of her. So with a smile on his face, and the Demon advising him in his head, Soul went at Maka again.

Using his right arm, Soul duplicated his previous attack. While Maka blocked the attack, Soul swung his left arm at Maka's side.

The attack came too fast.

Maka yelped as the blade smashed against her side. While she expected the sharp end of the blade to cut her, what she was hit with instead was its flat side. Even though her side now had a dark spot where the blade hit her, sending immense pain through her body, Maka was still able to feel shocked and a bit grateful for the flat-sided attack. She backed away from Soul, her arm returning to normal.

Soul grinned and Maka's heart skipped a beat. No matter how she tried that cool grin always made her heart stop. Even if Soul was half mad.

Soul took a step forward. For a moment, he looked normal. By looking at him glide across the ground, you wouldn't even tell that he was mad. That his main goal was to finish off the disabled white haired boy in front of him.

This Maka forgot.

It was too late to remember.

Even when she did, she was only slowed down by the pain of Soul's attack until it became unbearable and she fell to her knees.

Soul didn't hear her scream as his arm transformed into the black and red scythe blade. Wes looked up at his younger brother. He smirked, still too weak to transform any part of his body to a blade to stop the attack, as he watched Soul bring the blade to chest. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Maka watched terrified as Soul plunged the blade through Wes' chest. Wes watched, though with a smug grin, nervously as the blade broke his skin. Soul looked like the happiest mad man as he pulled the blade from Wes's chest, blood staining Wes' clothes from his pierced heart. As the blood dripped from the blade and onto the ground. As Wes' eyes faded until they were the dull red of a dead man. That was what he was now anyway. A dead man.

Maka just sat there. Her eyes were wide, the horror of Wes's murder reflected in her green eyes. Her gaze shifted up to Soul. He stared down at Wes relieved, as if he just completed some great goal. His blade, engulfed in the blue light first, transformed back to his human arm. Then Soul looked at Maka. He grinned that heart stopping grin and went to her.

For a moment Maka simply stared up at Soul. Her eyes still reflecting Wes's death caused Soul to frown. He squatted down in front of her and tilted his head.

"What's wrong Maka?" his voice was so innocent it made Maka's eyes narrow in disgust. Soul simply sighed. He chuckled slightly as he stood and held out his hand.

His bloodied hand.

Maka continued to look up at him. She looked at his hand and instantly pushed it away growling as she stood on her own. So just shrugged his shoulders and put his hands in his pockets.

"So wanna head back to the DWMA now?"

Maka's eye twitched irritated. She looked from Soul motioning to Wes with her hands.

Soul followed her direction with his normal lazy glance. "Someone can pick him up later" He turned around and began walking in the direction of the DWMA. "So what should we tell Kid or is it Shinigami Kid-sama? Whatever I'll just keep calling him Kid until he tells me otherwise. Now that I think about he hasn't said anything up till now about it…"

Maka glared at Soul, her eyes dull with disgust and anger.

Maka's thoughts: Is he serious right now?! He just killed Wes and now he's pretending as if nothing happened!

Maka's thoughts were distracted by a blue light just in the corner of her vision. She turned and right there floating above Wes's dead body was a blue soul. Slowly walking over to it, Maka took the Soul in her hands. She closed her eyes and concentrated.

Maka's thoughts: It's rough like Soul's…I can sense music coming from it…a violin I think…it sounds nice but…it seems sad…

Soul had been walking ahead of Maka. He had been thinking to himself about what he would do once he was home. He didn't notice she wasn't there with him until he turned around to ask her a question. Confused, Soul went back the other way.

This probably, shouldn't have been what he did.

Cradling Wes, her forehead to his with a blue glowing object in her hands, a position Soul considered to be more interment than any other, was Maka.