Maka blinked, then found herself standing in the middle of a field… Full of grass. Flowers. Maka looked around, blinking.

She… Wasn't in her usual uniform.

She was wearing a white dress. Maka blinked, then smiled slightly. Is this really Blackstar's soul ?

"Maka…?"

She looked surprised, and turned around, seeing the bluenette—wearing casual clothes. Maka gasped, then hugged him. "Twinkle-star, you idiot ! Why would you do that ?!" She pouted, sighing.

Blackstar was surprised, blushing. But still, he kept his cool,and hugged her back—the only chance he had to hold her like that was in there.

"I'm so sorry… I don't want you in danger…"

Maka sighed, then pulled away. "Everyone's waiting ! Let's go back ! The door's there…" She turned, then frowned. "Huh… That wasn't there earlier !"

"You just appeared. There were no doors." Blackstar sighed. "But, oh well, I think you made it appear." He smiled, then took her hand, opening it.

They found themselves on a stage. Maka looked around, then laughed. "I'm not surprised."

"Ha." Blackstar chuckled. "I am the best star in the whole world ! I deserve that !" He grinned. "Hiya ! I am the almighty Blackstar, the one who'll surpass god !" He smirked, and as the crowd cheered louder, a door appeared at the other end of the stage. He grinned and took Maka's hand, going to it and running inside.

…White. There were screen-like stuff inside. Blackstar looked around, still holding Maka's hand, who was looking at the area as well.

"Oh look… That's… Me." Maka blinked, pointing to a screen. It was one where they were playing basketball, Blackstar talking to her about lying about letting her read on a bench.

Blackstar blinked, then looked away. Of all parts of his soul… Why… This…?

"That too !" Maka turned to another where she was seen, when she was attacking the kishin with Soul's genie hunter form. Blackstar turned silent, walking with her as she giggled at the small videos.

It all played her—her and her and her. Her smiles, laughs, awesome gestures, stolen scenes, badass scenes. Her green eyes, her pigtails. Each and everything he… Saw flawless about her.

Blackstar's knees were starting to tremble. No… Why is he letting this go on ? Maka would find out… If she finds out—she'll leave him, stop being friends. It was one of his fears. He knew Soul would be her love interest—everyone except Tsubaki thinks so. Well, Soul came from this rich musician family and knows how to play shtloads of piano stuff for her, while him… All he can do is yell out bullsht and fight.

Maka would never fall for that.

"…Say… Why am I here in your soul…?" Maka asked, turning to him. Blackstar didn't respond—he didn't plan to. He's… Too coward.

"Blackstar ?" Maka frowned in worry. Blackstar was still shaking as they walked. A tear slipped from his eye, luckily not seen by Maka.

"Yeesh… Okay." She shrugged, and continued to walk with him to the exit.

But there was none.

Instead, the dead end had a blank screen… A large, blank screen. Blackstar knew what it would be—it's his soul of course. That screen lacks the picture because it's the only something he wished for, he craved for and ready to sacrifice anything to make it happen.

…To capture her heart.

"Huh ?" Maka pouted. "This would be the key to the last door ! And… We'll be back !" She smiled, poking Blackstar's cheek. "What is it, twinkle-star ?"

Blackstar stared at her, and sighed. Well, it won't do any good to stay in there.

And in the sudden…

Maka gasped, and blinked, surprised. "Blackstar-kun…?"

He hugged her.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"HAPPY ANNI-FRIEND-SARY !"

Maka made giggles, hugging her best friend. Blackstar smiled, hugging her back. "Happy friendsary, Maka-chan."

"Here ! Here's a gift !" Maka giggled, and gave him a star keychain. It was black, with silver glitters. "Now where's my gift ?" She grinned. Blackstar sighed, and took out a necklace from his pocket. "Tada !" He grinned, and placed it on her.

"Aww ! Thank you !" Maka chuckled at the soul-pendant necklace he gave.

"Hey Maka, we still have our date !" Soul chuckled from a distance. It gave Blackstar a painful pang in the chest—how he wished it was him who yelled that…

"Coming ! I just gave something to Mr. Twinkles." Maka laughed, and patted his shoulder. "See ya tomorrow, blue haired star !" She ran off, and went to Soul, who smiled and took her bag for her. Maka smiled brightly as Soul took her hand, and walked away.

Blackstar stared at them, his back leaning against the wall. He shoved his hands in his pockets, and sighed, looking down.

There were so many chances.

Lone moments with her.

Yet he wasted all of them.

Blackstar scratched his head. He sighed, sliding down and sitting on the ground, eyes narrowed as tears started to fall.

Why do unrequited feelings hurt so much ?