This chapter will be centered more around Soul and his point of view! Ya know since his life is the one that's changing so drastically. Anyways on with the story! Oh wait one more thing I thought that the beginning of the song "I'm coming home" would fit well so here we go! Oh yeah sorry Soul is so OOC I hate that but I swear he'll start acting like himself as the story progresses. Also sorry it took so long to update! -,- I had it already written but I wasn't sure I liked it at first.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Soul Eater or the song I'm coming home!

I'm coming home…

After that the car ride was almost silent, save for the sound of the wind brushing past the car and the light purr coming from the engine. Soul had felt cold once he'd let go of Maka's had and therefore her glowing warmth.

She sat with only a mere foot of space between them but she still felt impossibly far away to Soul. The strange girl hadn't turned out the way he'd expected her to, she didn't seem so angry anymore and she'd barely spoken a word after they'd shook hands. There had been no screaming, no angry looks, no reprimands as he'd expected.

Absolutely nothing and that scared him more than all the wrath of Hell coming down on his head at once. Why hadn't she said anything? Was she not pleased, was she having second thoughts? Why was she so damn silent?

Soul opened his mouth about to ask what the matter was when suddenly it sounded as though someone was throwing rocks at the car. With a slight yelp Soul's head whipped around to stare out the window his eyes the size of saucers.

"Oh," Maka said absentmindedly peering out the window as her gaze focused on the pounding rain. "It's started to rain again…"

"Master have I done something wrong?" Soul asked worriedly.

"What?" Maka asked taken aback. "Why would you think that?"

"Well…" He stuttered gesturing towards the window. "Because it's begun to…rain?"

Maka blinked for a moment her eyes focusing souly on the boy before her the sound of the rain almost disappearing around them. Did he honestly think that the rain was because of him?

"Oh, that's right…he hasn't been outside in years. He doesn't even know what rain is…"

"No Soul," Maka laughed smiling reassuringly. "It's not your fault that it's raining! It's no ones fault that it rains, it just does! You're not in any trouble…"

I'm coming home.

Tell the world I'm coming home.

"So, it's not my fault. It's not…" Soul said having gone back to staring out the window that the downpour that that become a soft drizzle. "My fault…why does it rain Maka?"

"What?" Maka asked surprised by her slave's question. "Well…I suppose because sometimes the sky has to cry too. But it's alright because it helps the plants and animals to survive, and people too…"

Maka smiled to herself, she knew that that wasn't the reason why it rained but she didn't think that Soul would understand why it really rained. Besides, it was an awfully nice thought.

"Liar," Soul whispered to the glass that separated him from the sensation of being soaked. "That's not why it rains, but…I think that, I like it better."

Let the rain wash away.

Soul continued to watch the rain wash the world clean wishing that he could be standing in the middle of it. To feel the welcome coolness that he'd craved desperately for so many years.

He reached up to run his hands through the debris that were caked in her messy hair and on his skin wanting nothing more than to be clean of it all. To be clean of everything, not only the dirt but of his past as well to be free of that would mean that he could finally feel okay again.

The rain beckoned Soul from outside the car his fingers tightening on the door handle in silent desperation to escape. He wanted to forget what he'd been through in the Slave House, wanted to forget the reason why'd he, the son of the brilliant musical Evens family, had been there in the first place.

All the pain of yester day.

Why couldn't they have made a different deal? Why had his father given him away so easily, why hadn't his mother tried to stop him, even once, and why had only his elder brother seen how cruel and wrong it all had been?

"No! Stop!" The voice screamed in his head. "Let go of him! Where are you taking Soul! Give him back! Give me my brother back! SOUL!"

I know my kingdom awaits.

"No!" Soul suddenly gritted out shoving his way out the still moving car.

"SOUL!" Maka screamed pounding on the glass and causing the car to come to a shuddering halt. "WHAT THE HELL…?"

Soul stood in the middle of the road next to the car. Rain dribbled down his body and gently tugged the dirt and debris away, the blood running out of his hair. He breathed in deeply having forgotten what clean air smelt like, how it tasted and seemed to fill every inch of his tired being.

Soul tilted his head towards the rain that fell silently down from the open sky, reveling in the feeling of the soft pressure of rain on his face for the first time in years. He felt as though a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders as the grime was washed away but it didn't help him to forget.

And they've forgiven my mistakes.

Only time would do that. Only the loving care from a tender heart could do that.

Quietly Soul turned to face his new Master and whatever punishment he would receive for his recklessness. But the sight that stood before him was not at all what he'd expected. There was no angry or disappointed expressions, no remote control being pointed at him threateningly. There was…only her.

Maka watched Soul stand away from the car the rain pounding down on him until he was soaked. But amazingly he didn't look miserable, he looked determined and as though he'd let been rejuvenated.

"Here." Maka said quickly placing her jacket around his shoulders. "Let's get back in the car, your soaking wet! Are you trying to get sick or something?" She furrowed at him an irritated sigh hissing through her teeth.

For a moment Soul stood only being able to listen to what she was saying. Why…would she be so concerned for him? Why would she even care?

Slowly tears began to gather in the corners of Soul's eyes threatening to slip past as she continued to rant about his health. Silently a single tear slipped past.

"…Soul?" Maka said astonished.

"I'm coming home." Soul whispered looking back up towards the sky with a faint smile.

"Yes! We are going home right now before you catch ammonia!" Maka snapped dragging him back towards the car and shoving him in. Sniffling irritably from having been soaked herself as she shut the car door. "Home please! And make it fast, before he does something stupid again!"

Soul could only stare at her as he rested his head against the car door and hugged himself as heat from the air vents blasted down on him. Tiredly he closed his eyes.

"I'm going home…"