Spirit ran down the halls of the Death Weapon Meister Academy as fast as his legs would carry him. He entered the school’s hospital and sat down on the bed, putting his head in his heads. “I screwed up. Maka isn’t even at school right now. All this risk for nothing. The only place to see Maka is at the academy, so I came, sure, but coming here means I might run into him. FRANKIN STEIN!” Hidden under all the terror in his voice was a certain tone of something else, something deeper. Something that sent a sharp pang through his heart. He pushed the feeling down and rubbed his temples....
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