This is my first fan fiction, so give me a break...

also don't expect chapters to come out rapidly, I'll make them when I make them, I tend to be creatively stumped often, I will also be changing the personalities of some of the characters slightly. NO FLAMES. Enjoy! Quick Disclaimer: I do not own any aspect of the black rock shooter or soul eater.

Also, I realize a lot of you are got pissed because of last chapters answer, if you are TO BAD, its my fanfiction, my story, not yours :p

On the other hand im glad that theres more of you that are actually enjoying the story. Maybe a little too much:

Zrye13: *flips table and falls to knees dramatically* damn it! I want to read more!
lol looking forward to more xD

Me: Calm down dude *puts table back on all 4 legs* no need to have an aneurysm.

Anyway, very few Q/A's this week

Q: Wow, this is cool. Why is Soul dreaming of the Otherworld?

A: Hes not exactly dreaming of the other-world, just black rock shooter

Q: YOU'RE BREAKING UP SOULXMAKA!

A: not as much as a break up but more like a step in a different direction, relationship-wise

Q: where are the others?

A: others?

Also im going to be doing a little line in the middle of the story indicating the switch of P.O.V. (point of view) Between Maka-Soul and Black ,unless it dosnt show up in the fanfiction site, like below

So with that done *dramatic close up only showing the mouth* lets get on with the story *devilish smile* shall we?

Chapter 4. The soul of pain and suffering

Black stood upon the edge of the canyon, the back of her overcoat fluttering in the wind. The ground had a dull gray tone, and the sky was a checkerboard of black and white squares, on the opposite wall of the canyon stood another girl of same age. She wore a black dress and a black bolero; the dress extended down to her thighs and is accented with a white ribbon on the waist, a pair of leggings and black pumps, and black gauntlets on each hand, the whole outfit had a Gothic Lolita style. On her head were a pair of long horns that resemble vertebrae.

Between the two walls of the canyon a bridge of chains connected the two sides, it clanged and cluttered in the wind of the dull world. Black then made her way to the chain bridge, stopping right before the first step she took another look at the bridge. The wind had picked up even more and the bridge was violently swaying from side to side. She looked over to the teen on the other ridge again, she was now on her knees, holding herself in fear, and tears falling from her cheeks as shadows started to swarm around her. Black looked around the edges of the canyon for another way around, none, only the untrustworthy chain bridge, no other choice.

She started across the bridge, taking care with each step not to unravel the delicate knots that held it together, with each step she came closer to the terrorized teen. Just as she was half way across when a large clang emanated from behind her, she turned to see that the bridge started to unravel itself, clangs emanated from the links that began to brake. Black now was full sprint across the bridge, Just a little farther! With a final cling, the bridge snapped in two leaving black to fall into the dark abyss, unable to help the teen.

Black then woke up a cold sweat realizing it was just a dream. She laid in a hospital bed dressed in a blue paper gown, she sat up in her bed feeling a small bit of pain from her side. Black thought to herself as she tried to recall her last memories only to be replied by the echoes of pain and a blonde and white teen. She then studied every detail of her surroundings, it was a force of habit she had acquired in the other-world. The room was white with a tint of blue to it, on the left wall stood 3 chairs and the right a window with a view that overlooked the city. She looked to the table next to her to see her cloths neatly folded inside a clear plastic bag and her boots next to it then thought to herself, why would someone undress me then put my cloths into a bag. She looked around the room again to see no one was there, then picked herself up out of the bed, slid off the paper gown, and quickly dressed herself in her own cloths.

Just as she slipped her right arm into the sleeve of her jacket, the door handle turned to reveal the two teens; one of blonde hair, and one of white. The blonde spoke "Hello, I am scythe miester Maka Albarn, and this is my weapon, Soul Evans..." Weapon? He looks like a regular guy to me...

5 minutes ago:

Maka was in the hospitals public bathroom facing the mirror, fixing her hair a bit as she looked at her reflection. She breathed heavy on the mirror allowing it to fog up and then spoke to herself "just write in the death rooms number" she started to drag her finger on the foggy surface "42-42-564 whenever you want to knock on deaths door". Ripples started to appear on the mirror and the sounds of the telephone echoed out for a few seconds, the mirror then shined a blinding white, then light faded only to show the image of a jagged black figure with a mask "Miester Maka reporting in Lord death"

Lord death replied "hello, hi, how you doing, whats up..." Lord Death always felt the need to say hello in a hundred different ways before the initial conversation began "... what took you so long, we were started to get wo-" Lord Death was interrupted by a man, He had red hair, wore a black suit with a green shirt underneath, his tie was in the shape of an upside down cross.

"OH MAKA I WAS SO WORRIED, IM GLAD YOUR SAFE, YOUR PAPI MISSED YOU SO MUCH-" The man had is face pressed up against the glass, tears flowing from his eyes.

"Dad, please up lord death back on" Maka replied, inpatient. Maka wasn't exactly very happy with him, if wasn't the fact that he was her father, she'd would never talk to that man, ever...

"COME ON WHY DONT YOU WANT TO TALK WITH YOUR PAPI I-" he was interrupted as Lord Death chopped him in the side of the head, making him fly back unconscious, blood spewing from his nose.

"If you interrupt me again I will reaper chop you face off" he said with a evil tone "so Maka hows it doing". A few minutes passed as she explained the current situation with Lord Death "Hmmm that does seem strange, whats her current condition?"

"Shes still unconscious in one of the hospital rooms" she replied

"see to that when shes awoken to be brought to death city, a girl of such skills would be very useful to the DWMA, I'll send Justin to pick you guys up"

"Understood" the mirror shined bright again then faded, only to show her reflection again. She walked out of the bathroom where Soul stood leaning against the wall

"So whats the plan" he asked

"Lord Death wants us to bring her to the DWMA to meat her."

"I still don't trust her."

"She saved us, the least we could do is trust her, besides if Lord Death wishes to meat her, then its our duty to meet that request" Maka then thought to herself, she was able to take a good look at her soul when she was unconscious in the forest, it was full of pain and suffering (AH THERES THE TITLE AHHHHHH) it reminded Maka of Crona, it also made her feel that she just wanted to help her. They came up to the door hearing shuffling behind the door.

"Guess shes finally awake."

Maka opened the door to see the teen pulling on her jacket "Hello, I am scythe miester Maka Albarn, and this is my weapon, Soul Evans. We are both students of the DWMA and our headmaster, Lord Death, wishes to meet you". The teen walked pass the two, slightly pushing Soul out of the way.

"Rude much?" he commented, Maka then look at him with a straight mono-tone look "what..."

Maka chased after yelling "hay wait, where you going."

10 minutes later.

The teen was now walking through the forest with Maka and Soul following her close behind.

"at least tell us your name" Maka pleaded.

"her name is Black Rock Shooter" Soul said. Maka then turned around.

"why didn't you say so before?"

"You never asked, wait, she stopped..." Soul motion to Black who now stood still, looking ahead.

"what is-"Maka's pupils shrunk.

"Whats wrong?" Soul asked, noticing her eyes.

"A witch, strong one too" she replied.

"lets do-" Soul was interrupted by the blue light ahead of them. Blacks cannon was now pointed at Soul point blank, blue light emitted from inside the barrel. They both froze, not knowing what to do. The bushes rustled ahead, catching Blacks attention, she turn toward the bush and laid her cannon down vertically, barrel faced down in the dirt another blue light emanated from her left hand forming a black katana. Black un-sheaved it and stuck into the ground as well.

They two looked in the same direction as Black was, they could see a pair of shoes under the rustling bush. Black then sat down on her knees, the figure behind the bush slowly peered around the corner, the witches hat was in plain view now, the hat had a white ribbon around the base of it, tied into a bow, her emerald eyes seem to glow in the shadow of the bush, she continued to slowly move around the corner of the bush till she was completely visible. She looked to be somewhere around 10-13 years old, She wore a black dress and a black bolero; the dress extended down to her thighs and is accented with a white ribbon on the waist, a pair of leggings and black pumps, the whole outfit had a Gothic Lolita style. Her Emerald green eyes had tears forming in the corners.

Black then held her hand out to the young teen. The girl, tears rolling off her cheeks, ran up to black and hugged her, pushing black back a bit, she then returned the hug to the girl. It felt like hours as the two sat in the grass, the girl crying in Black's shoulder, She then stood up with the little girl hiding behind her and turned to Maka and Soul.

"I will go with you now" Black spoke, Maka and Soul stood, slightly shocked about the display that had happened before them. They both looked towards the girl that hid behind Blacks jacket "she wont be any trouble" Maka continued to think to herself as they walked back to the town, the idea of a friendly witch was rare, but not unherd of, one of their teachers, Mifune, looked after a little girl who was a witch, but a question continued to nag herself in the back of her mind...

Who the hell is she?..

YEAH, CHAPTER 4 IS DONE, hope you enjoy- chapter 5 would be out aswell but it was magicly deleted from my pc somehow, I have a feeling it was my cats doing:

Me "WHO DELETED CHAPTER 5!..

Cat walks in with a "like a baws look on its face..."

so yah going to have to rewrite it. G-LUCK TO ME