(Soul's POV)

I let out a dark chuckle before falling silent. Maka looked uneasy as she stood next to the couch with her hands balled into tight little fists at her sides. Her eyes were covered by her bangs that flopped in front of her beautiful face.

"This is going to be one bet I won't be losing," I sighed.

"You don't know who you're up against, Soul," she spat. "Kid refuses to let anyone touch a hair on my head and becomes anyones worst nighmare if he catches them."

"Oh, but I think you forgot one single important detail."

Her figure shifted slightly as if avoiding the words that flew at her.

"I'm your weapon. And without me you're defenceless and weak," I casually pointed out.

"Stop talking, Soul. Just stop talking. I've heard more of your crap already in the past few hours than I ever have in the past two years," she grumbled.

"Oh ho ho, if that's what you want then you'll have to prove to me that you really love Kid and not me. And as of right now, it seems you still have an enormous amount of feelings left for me that you can't seem to fight off any more."

(Maka's POV)

I stood there in the dim light of the room glaring at him from under my bangs. I knew what he said was true, but I had to fight it off. I had to fight my demons and rid myself of this burden. With one final exhale, I flung the knife at him.

I heard a sickening sound as it found it's place in his side. His reflexes had been lowered and his defence was definetly gone. I winced as I realized I had in fact just thrown a knife at my own partner and caused him harm.

"Look what you've done, Maka," he coughed. "That's gonna leave another nasty scar."

"Be glad I didn't aim for your head," I spat. "Now, I'm going to get some old towels for you to help slow the bleeding until I find my needle and thread to sew up that gash, 'kay?"

"Yeah."

I turned and walked to my room, purposely taking a long time to find my sewing stuff and then grab towels. My face was hot from the amount of blush that ran to my cheeks at the sight of an injured Soul Evans who always told me that if I'd ever hurt him, I'd end up regreting it and take care of it.

(Kid's POV)

I stood outside the door of Maka's apartment as I straightened myself out and prepared for a very intence battle between Soul and I. Don't get me wrong, when I first met the guy he was pretty cool and I was a little jealous as to how gorgous his partner was. But now, she's mine and he no longer cares about her enough to have come back before she had gotten used to his absence in her home.

"Liz, Patty," I called.

"Hai!" Patty whispered.

Liz remained silent as she transformed into a pistol. I let out one last sigh before unlocking the door and letting myself in. To my most pleasant surprise, I found the two of them getting along and having casual conversation as Maka was busy fixing what looked like a blood soaked shirt.

"Maka, what happened?" I asked as I came up behind her.

"Soul and I got in a fight and I threw a knife at him and it ended up in his side. So," she sighed. "I'm sewing up the hole and have him keeping presure on it until I can fix him up."

"Oh. Well I guess I didn't really need to swing by."

I heard Soul force a light chuckle. "Think what you want reaper. Maka is about to become mine. She loves me, although she denies it all the time."

I swallowed hard before pointing my guns at him. "That's where you're wrong. You see, she's gotten used to not seeing you and not having you to run to after a bad day. I've replaced you, Soul, and whether you choose to accept it or not is up to you. Just know she will never call for you again."

Soul looked at me, dumbfounded. It apparently hadn't even crossed his mind that his own partner could forget about him so quickly. Tsk, what an idiot.

(Soul's POV)

I saw shock flash across Maka's face as she finally registered what had just happened between myself and the reaper. Her eyes looked up at me from her work as she tried her hardest to ignore the snide remark Kid had come up with. Deep down I could sence that she still was attatched me as more than just her partner, but shook it off.

"Maka, come here," I groaned.

She stared blankly at me as she inched closer to Kid.

"Now Maka," I coughed.

"Why should I get closer to your side if all I have left to do for you is sew up the gash in your side?" she asked.

"Because I can see it in your eyes you don't want me to die."

(3rd POV)

Maka stood behind Kid, her soul wavelength trembling. Soul's crimson eyes never left her despite Kid being in the way. Her hands mindlessly wrapped around Kid's waist as she watched the still bleeding Soul Evans' every move.

"Maka? Why won't you help me? I'm-" said Soul, only to be cut off by a coughing fit.

Maka moved from behind Kid and slowly moved beside Soul so she could begin her work. She grimanced when he removed the blood soaked towels from his side. It looked worse than what it really was. She heaved a sigh and held back the bile that was begging to come up.

"Okay, almost done," she muttered, five minutes later.

"Good, because," Soul bit his lip as she stuck the needle into a rather sensitive spot, "I don't think I can take the pain any more."

"Well that's a first, Evans," scoffed Kid.

"Hey! I came back for her because I couldn't stand not being around her any more. And, correct me if I'm wrong, but it seems as though Maka is slowly starting to realize that I'm the better person for her."

Kid let out a bored laugh as Soul finished his statement that he knew was true. He just didn't want to accept that he was closer to losing Maka than he thought.

The ensuing silence that followed was uncomfortable at best and swallowed up the room, shadows and all. Maka swallowed hard as she slowly stood up and did the unthinkable.

"Kid, can I talk to you?" she asked as she lifted her head.

"Yeah, sure," came his unsteady reply.

"Haha, someones about to get a taste of the bitter version of my meister," laughed Soul, who quickly grabbed at the still red and sore mark on his side.

"Soul, I need you to stop talking an keep your rude comments to yourself please," commanded Maka in a very gentle, official voice.

"Anything for you...my love."

Kid let out a low growl directed at Soul. He didn't appreciate the way Soul was attempting to seduce Maka, the one thing that meant more to him than any symmetrical thing he owned.

(Kid's POV)

I followed Maka into her bedroom and shut the door behind me. Her posture had sunk and her hands played with the hem of her skirt.

She looked...depressed.

"Maka? Babe, what's wrong?" I asked as I hugged her from behind.

She sniffed and her breath hitched as she searched for her voice.

"I don't know what to do any more...I feel lost and I don't like it. Kid, help me. Help me find what's right for me," she weakly said.

Now it was my turn to find my voice. She never needed help finding the right path for her to follow. Something was toying with her mind and needed to be stopped. And soon.

A/N: I'm so sorry for not updating for a while. I've been burried in school work and band for the past few months. But I swear I will try and update every Sunday or Monday as best as I can.