not yet forgotten

Third person

"Soul wake up we need to talk." Maka sat in the chair beside the couch Soul was resting on. Soul groaned and sat up.

"Wh-" before soul could finish there was a nock at the door.

"Come in" Maka said in a sickly sweet voice from the opposite side of the living room.

Kid and Black Star both entered the room out of breath. "We got here as soon as we he-"

"She's not the real Maka." Soul said walking over to where Maka stood.

"Oh no my secrets out. Don't worry your precious little Maka is fine."

"You work for Madusa" Soul hissed.

"I have a name you know. Libra." Libra walked to where a a silver hair mirror lay in the counter top. She glanced at her appearance in the reflected serface with a sigh. "Why does Maka always wear her hair in these pigtails? It makes her look like such a child." She said as she pulled the bands out of her hair setting it free. "There now isn't that better."

A/N sorry for the short chapter it will lead into the ending soon.