How could I go back to that class knowing what I feel is so easy for him to see.

My soul is bare to him.

I have no secrets.

He knows the beat of my heart. He knows the level of my heat for him...

I feel like an animal being studied.

Maybe that is all I am to him.

That day that I stayed after to be tested...

He had let me do what I wanted.

I pushed my own soul over his.

Attempting to be enticing, but only managing the mewling of a kitten hungering for sustenance.

I felt humiliated...

"That will be all for today Maka."

He had not told me his assessment of my potential that he said he had wanted to measure.

He had not told me weather or not he reciprocated what I felt was a blatant invitation to explore my new found hungers...

He had simply sent me away.

The light reflecting on the lenses of his glasses.

How did he manage to do that?

Damn it!

Flushed with a combination of humiliation and a lingering desire, I stomped from the classroom and headed home...

It had started to rain...

Soul pulled up on his motorcycle... concerned.

I stood still, letting the rain soak into my everything...

after an eternity where I echoed silently inside my own head with the agony of what I was feeling for Dr. Stein, I climbed onto the back and let Soul take me home.

He was worried. He was right to be worried.

I pretended I was fine. He didn't buy it, but he played along like a good weapon.

We were sent on more missions together, and we were just as strong together as ever.

Soul was such a good weapon. A submissive... Easily giving me control...

Shit!

How could I ever get with Soul? I could see that he gave me lingering looks ocassionaly when he was not goofing off with Dark Star... Dark Star was also a Dominant, which is why he was a Meister. There would be no successful battle resonance between two dominants... A dominant weapon and a submissive Meister... That was what Crona was... and it wasn't pretty. That poor boy had been dominated by his vile mother, and the abusive dark sword for so long that the natural dominance that was what Meisters were born with was barely enough to keep him sane...

I knew that he would not last... As much as I tried to make him think I had faith in him, I knew better...

The more dominant would always win...

Dr. Stein... What did you want from me? Was I too dominant? Was I not dominant enough to challenge you? What did you want from me?

I headed home after another day filled with questions...

I knew that my friends talked about me after I made my excuses and left them to head home...

I knew that Soul felt bad for not coming home with me... He was my weapon... what would happen to me if he wasn't there and someone attacked me on my way home?

I wasn't sure, but a recklessness had been awoken in me...

I wanted to find out what real danger was.

Dr. Stein scared the shit out of me, but he made me tremble with longing and excitement at the same time.

Why wasn't I good enough?

What did he want me to do?

How could I be more dominant than he was...

So... Big...

I wanted him to dominate me...

That was the truth...

It was such a powerful truth that when it hit me, I had gasped, and Soul stopped the motorcycle to ask me if I was ok...

My heart was pounding...

Maybe that was what he was looking for...

A dominant to submit to him...

Maybe that was why Spirit was so afraid of him... He had never had any dominance, and he was so totally owned by Dr. Stein that they could no longer be effective together... There had to be a balance...

I wanted to be dominated...

I wanted Stein to Dominate me...

As a meister that could be the end of me...

But if it was done right... It would make me stronger.

I knew what I had to ask him... I knew how to approach him...

My heart surged... My cheeks flushed crimson...

"Are you alright?" Soul's voice was full of concern, and his eyes were trained on me fully.

It took me a moment to figure it out, but finally, I heaved a huge sigh, and smiled in relief at Soul...

"Yes... Yes I'm alright... Just get us home."

The remainder of the ride home was almost a joyous occurrence...

I knew what I was going to ask Dr. Stein...

Extra training...

Individual training...