Hey guys, I actually got this idea when I saw that a few people had written fanfics about Maka losing her memory, but no one has written any about Soul losing his (as far as I know anyway), and after I started thinking about that, ideas just started coming out the wahzoo and I couldn't help myself, anyways, hope you like it!

Also, in this story the characters are adults, above the age of 20 (I hasn't decided yet about the exact ages)

Oh, yeah! I don't own Soul Eater, cuz if I did would have exploded with happiness XD

It was a little cold as they waited, she knew they may get sick if they stay out any longer, but it wasn't anything they couldn't handle, she and her friend had faced much worse than some small cold in their line of work. They'd been hired for many jobs and had succeeded in every one of them.

She had to admit, though, she and Black Star definitely weren't as good a hitman as their friend Kid, but then again he had been trained by Lord Death himself. Lord Death was the head of the police department, if there was a criminal that got away with something they shouldn't have, he hired them, their families, or his son. Lord Death used to do it himself, but as he got older he 'retired' from that part of his job, now his son Death the Kid did it in his place. The only people that were better than the Death family at being assassins were the Star clan, but that family had killed mercilessly, no matter who it was, if you paid them to kill someone that person was as good as dead already, because of this they'd gotten into a lot of trouble and were eventually killed off a long time ago and now only Black Star was left, he'd been left to die as an infant by his parents' murderers and was found by Sid Barett, along with his girlfriend Mira Nygus, who took him in and raised him. Nygus also babysat Maka for her parents when they had business and other things to do, since Spirit Albarn was a long-time friend of both Sid and Nygus they didn't mind watching his daughter. That was how Maka had met Black Star. They didn't get along at first, but after a while they warmed up to each other and began to see each other as a friend; an annoying sibling even.

Maka's mother and father were two of the best assassins out there, they'd been hired on loads of missions and never got caught, they were never even suspected. Her mother, Kami Albarn, had divorced her father when she was ten and Maka hadn't seen her since, but Maka still admired her mother and how great she was, her mother and father owned a library and had gotten Maka into reading in the first place, and now that her mother was gone only Maka and her father took care of it…

"WHAT TIME IS IT!? YOUR GOD DEMANDS TO KNOW!" Black Star yelled. Suddenly, a book came hurtling toward him, plummeting into his head with enough force to knock him off the dumpster he had been standing on. "Shut up, Black Star," Maka said calmly, as she bent down to pick up the book, "it's almost midnight."

Maka had invited Black Star along not only because she could use the back-up if necessary, but also because they usually worked well together in this type of thing, besides when working in groups they can pick up the slack for each other and make sure no 'evidence' was left behind.

"Then shouldn't she be here already!? How dare she keep her god waiting!?" Black Star huffed pulling himself off the ground, while rubbing the tender bump growing on his head.

"If she doesn't show in five minutes, we're leaving," Maka replied leaning back up against the cold, damp walls of the alley, "now shut up, she specifically said she didn't want to be seen with us and if you draw attention to us she may bolt."

"Yeah right," Black Star scoffed, "only a god like me could pull off this job, besides who else would be willing to take her up on this deal?"

The job this woman might hire them on was definitely going to be difficult. This was a very rich and famous member of a very rich and famous family, kidnapping him would draw a lot more attention than the death of a criminal… They didn't take jobs against good people, they only 'took care' of the people if they deserved it, it was like bringing justice to the people that the law didn't or couldn't bring justice to, and they only took jobs from Lord Death, but somehow this woman knew them and what they did and was offering exactly what her father needed.

However, Maka feared, they may need to go against their morals to take this job. The person this woman wanted 'kidnapped not killed' which was already a different situation for Maka, was as far as she knew, a good person. He was a rich, stuck up musician, but besides that she didn't know anything bad about him. This alone was enough to make her want to ditch the job and turn the woman down, but the amount of money offered was something to consider, therefore, she couldn't dismiss it right away.

They needed that money, her father had fallen onto hard times… if she didn't take this deal, they may lose the library she loved so much, she couldn't do that, it was the only thing of her mother she had left.

"I guess you're right, but still…" Maka retorted absently. Maka still wasn't sure about it, but after finding out exactly how much this woman was planning on paying, she decided to at least meet the woman and discuss it with her before she made her decision.

"Ms. Albarn?" a voice came from the darkness. The voice would have made anyone else jump, but there had never been a person that had been able to scare Maka before. Black Star didn't flinch either; he simply turned to look over in the direction of the voice.

"Yes?" Maka answered as she turned to face the owner of the voice.

"I'm Medusa Gorgon," the voice said as she stepped out of the shadows of the alley so that they could see her face. The woman had yellow eyes, that reminded her of a snake's, and short blonde hair that turned into a longer braid in front of her, a unique hair style, Maka noted.

Despite that, Medusa was beautiful, the type of beautiful that her father would certainly enjoy, Maka thought with some distain.

"I was beginning to think you weren't going to show," Maka replied calmly.

"YEAH, HOW DARE YOU KEEP THE GREAT BLACK STAR WAITING!?" Black Star exclaimed furiously. Maka reacted quickly; in fact it had become an instinct by now, and threw her book at the obnoxious man, hitting him directly in the face and knocking him unconscious.

"I do apologize for that, I had something to tend to," Medusa smiled at Maka, as if there wasn't an unconscious, blue haired man at their feet, "now shall we get down to business?"

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"My head hurts!" Patty whined, one of her arms hiding her face, shielding it from the sunlight that shown, through Soul's living room window, directly onto the couch, where she lay sprawled out with her right leg daggling off the edge of the couch and the other propped up on the arm.

"Not so loud, Patty," Liz groaned, throwing a small throw pillow at the younger of the two Thompson sisters, "my head hurts too!"

Like her sister, her blonde hair was a mess and she was sprawled out on a recliner in Soul's living room. Her legs propped up comfortably and arms hanging off the sides of the recliner. Opening her eyes slightly she tightly closed them back with a hiss and covered her eyes from the soft sunlight, which shouldn't have seemed as harsh as it did to her.

"I hate hangovers…" she whimpered.

"That's what happens when you stay up all night drinking with Blair," she heard a familiar voice snicker. She looked up to see Soul, he was standing in the doorway that connected the hallway to the living room, looking a little tired, but not as exhausted as they probably looked.

Liz moved to push herself off the recliner, when she felt a jolt of pain spread over her knuckles, making her yelp in surprise. She glanced down at her hands and saw blood and bruises covering her knuckles.

"Holy crap," Liz exclaimed, "why are my knuckles all bloody!?"

"I dunno, when I asked you, you mumbled something about a dumbass trying to take your sister home with him last night." Soul shrugged. Liz let out a satisfied snort, she could so see herself pumbling a guy that was trying to take advantage of her sister.

"He said he had candy…" Patty whimpered from the couch, obviously talking about the man from last night.

"Well, it wasn't the kind of candy you want, Patty, trust me," Liz yawned.

"Why, big sis?" Patty asked innocently, looking up at her sister from under her arm, "What kinda candy was it?" Soul watched as Liz froze and she looked around the ceiling awkwardly for something to tell her sister. "Well… It was… Candy corn," Liz said, knowing that candy corn was the one candy that her sister couldn't stand.

"Eww!" Patty exclaimed, crinkling her nose in disgust.

"Exactly," Liz sighed.

"I'll make something for your hangover," Soul said as he walked through the room to the kitchen.

"Kay! Thanks!" Patty shouted, causing Liz to wince again.

"Welcome, it's just one more thing you owe me for." Soul called from the kitchen, where the clanking of glass could be heard and Liz knew he was already starting on the remedy.

"Wait, what other things do we owe you for?" she inquired curiously.

"Well, for starters," Soul began as he walked back into the room with two glasses that looked like they were filled with some unrecognizable black liquid, "you two broke my doorbell playing with it last night, Patty puked in the closet," he took a second to gesture to the living room closet next to the front door, Liz looked over at the closet then over at Patty, who shrugged with an innocent look on her face, "and you busted the mirror in the bathroom for copying you…"

Suddenly Patty burst into laughter. Liz couldn't suppress a small giggle as she pictured herself yelling at a mirror for ten minutes before finally just shattering it in a fit of rage, she thought she saw the corner of Soul's mouth twitch as well.

"I'm so sorry…" she said unable to keep a smile off her face.

"It's okay," he chuckled, "it was only the guest bathroom anyways, and besides, as uncool as it was, it was pretty damn funny."

Patty's fit of laughter over; she sat up unsteadily and pointed to the glasses in Soul's hands. "What's that?" she asked. Soul sat the toxic looking drinks down on the coffee table across from the sisters.

"That would be my brother's hangover remedy," he explained a grin spreading over his face, "drink up!"

The Thompson sisters glanced at it for a moment, then without warning Patty picked it up and gulped in down. Sitting it down, she shuttered at its vile taste.

"Well?" Liz asked cautiously, ready to move if her sister upchucked right there.

"That stuff is nasty!" she complained, climbing off the couch and rushing to the kitchen, "And it stinks!"

"Bring me something to drink, too!" Liz called nervously.

"Okay, sis!" Patty yelled over her shoulder as the kitchen door closed behind her. Soon running water could be heard coming from the kitchen.

Liz looked back down at the drink in front of her then back up at Soul, "Got anything else?"

"Nope," Soul smirked.

"Do I have to drink the whole thing?" she asked hopefully. As Patty came back into the room with a glass of water and sat it down next to the remedy.

Soul nodded and Liz sighed in defeat, pinching her nose, she forced the black liquid down until there was no more left. Like her sister, she shivered, the taste continuing to linger in her mouth as she looked back up at Soul, who chuckled evilly in response.

"That was payback for the doorbell," he smirked, "give it about an hour and it should kick in."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Liz waved him off downing the drink her sister gave her.

"Where do you think Blair is?" Patty asked curiously. Liz glanced at Soul and, shaking her head, grinned at the thought that ran through her mind.

Soul smirked, "She's Blair, where do you think she is? Probably in some hotel room with the last guy to buy her a drink, last night."

"Oh… well, now that I think about it… she was hanging out with this one dude, I think," Liz said putting a finger to her chin in thought, "I just can't remember who…"

That was when Patty put a hand up to her mouth and started giggling wildly.

"What's so funny?" Soul asked unwillingly smiling at Patty's wild yet childish giggling.

"That guy," Patty gasped between giggles, "He was your brother!"

"Ugh, gross…" Soul uttered.

"Awe~" Liz sighed, "he was a cutie too…" after a moment of looking disappointed she smirked, "Oh well! Hope she had fun!" she shrugged.

"Yeah, well, not too much fun," Soul stated, "I don't think I could handle being an uncle to a mini-Blair…"

Both Liz and Patty thought this was funny and started laughing loudly.

…Time Skip…

Soul stood off to the side of one of his parents' parties celebrating his brother's new music award.

'How many times are they gonna have this party?' Soul found himself wondering 'It's not like it's his first and it definitely won't be his last…'

As he'd said plenty of times before, these weren't his kind of parties, but his parents always made him come to them, no matter what they were for, and it was always the same for him. He'd stay away from most of the people there and only talk to his brother—if his brother talked to him first, that is— or Tsubaki; she'd been his friend since grade school. Most of the other kids were skittish of his teeth and eyes, but Tsubaki hadn't even noticed them and if she did she sure didn't show it. Soon after that Liz and Patty moved to Manhattan and Soul thought they were pretty cool, that was all that was really needed for him to start hanging out with them.

Tsubaki, however, was the only friend he had that both his parents approved of, they didn't approve of his more recently made friend, Chrona, because he's the son of Medusa, their most hated enemy, and his father didn't like Liz, Patty, or Blair because they weren't in the same 'class' as him, in other words they didn't come from a wealthy family so his father didn't think he should hang out with them. In fact, that's actually what made him befriend Blair, at first he'd thought she were just another seducer that was after his money, but since his parents didn't like her he made it his goal to hang out with her as much as he could, and after he'd gotten her to understand that he wasn't interested she'd quit and he soon actually came to like her company, she was fun, crazy, and loved music, a lot like his brother. She also got along perfectly with Tsubaki, Liz, and Patty. She was crazy, loud, and sometimes bubbly like Patty; She loved fashion, beauty products, and was wild like Liz; and then she got along with Tsubaki because… well who couldn't get along with Tsubaki? She also tried to stay as calm as possible when with Chrona.

"Soul… Soul…" Tsubaki Nakatsukasa called softly as she waved her hand in front of his face.

Soul snapped out of his daydreaming and looked over at his friend, her raven black hair was in its usually high ponytail and her indigo eyes were studying him closely.

"Are you okay?" she asked, Soul could hear the concern in her voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine I'm just tired," he shrugged.

"You look like it," she giggled quietly, "would you like some?" she held out a glass of champagne for him, silently urging him to take it.

"Sure…" he smirked taking the glass from her.

"I d-don't know h-how to d-deal with this… all these p-people…" Soul heard the familiar voice of Chrona, he looked over and as he suspected, Chrona was sitting in the corner, his chopped looking pink hair covering most of his face, and Soul could see Chrona's nervous grey eyes watching all the people around him and mumbling about how he couldn't deal with it.

Chrona had only recently moved to Manhattan from Death City, Nevada and Soul had been the first person to talk to him, Soul had been walking down the street when he heard what sounded like an argument, he gone over to investigate and found Chrona shoved up against a wall and being threaten by a man Soul hadn't recognized but Chrona called him Ragnarok, Soul of course stood up for Chrona, and it had ended in a fight— which he won, by the way.

After that Chrona began to trust Soul and after sometime of trying to deal with him, Chrona eventually started opening up and soon found himself also befriending Tsubaki, Liz, and Patty as well; Blair of course made him nervous, and because of this Blair usually tried to stay calm around him in hopes that he'd realized she wasn't scary. Chrona was easily scared, but somehow Soul had managed to find a way to calm him down, Tsubaki was sometimes better at it though, being that she was more patient than him— not that Soul would ever admit that.

"I'll go check on him," Tsubaki bowed her head in a goodbye and smiled, walking over to Chrona.

Soul looked over the large room, he could see his brother talking with a group of people crowded around him, smiling and looking like he were having fun, to his father's dismay Wes had brought Blair along, who sat next to him drinking an entire tray of Champaign happily passing one to Wes when he asked for one. Soul's eyes traveled over the large crowd of people at his parents' party, they were all talking away looking pleased, and then his eyes landed on his parents. His father was talking to a nice looking couple, his mother smiling pleasantly at them as they talked.

Soul had inherited his mother's thick white hair, but he didn't have her light blue eyes or even his father's dark ones for that matter, his brother had his mother's hair and eyes, but no one had any clue as to where Soul had inherited his ruby red eyes or his sharp teeth. He watched as his father, Samuel, left his mother, Josephine, talking with two of their guests and started over in his direction. He must've noticed Soul watching him.

"Hey," he smiled, running a hand through his dark hair, "how are you, Soul?"

"Fine, looks like Wes and Blair are having fun." Soul shrugged, he knew Samuel didn't like Blair, that's why he was so proud of Wes bringing her. Soul hadn't expected them to get along so well together, but to his surprise they actually didn't, Wes was smart and sensible enough to keep her on the ground and she was carefree and crazy enough to get him to lighten up. Soul glanced over at the two. Sensing his eyes, his brother and Blair looked over at him and waved, when they went back to talking Samuel looked back over at him, "So how's your pianist career going?"

…Time Skip…

Soul jumped on his bike and started it up. Speeding away, he kept thinking of how he couldn't wait to get out of there; how stupid this whole thing was and completely uncool it was that he'd run out instead of staying there and jamming the fact the he wasn't playing anymore into his father's head. But he didn't want to argue with Samuel anymore, if he didn't understand it by now, he probably never will.

"Dumbass…" Soul grumbled under his breath; things had gone downhill after his father asked that stupid question. The same damn question he asked every time he saw Soul. He knew Soul didn't want to play anymore, why did he keep pushing? Why couldn't his father just let it go? It's not like the music industry was going to miss him, Wes was much better with his violin anyway. It always pissed him off how his father refused to stop trying to make him play. What was his problem!?

…Time Skip…

When Soul woke up he didn't recognize anything. Where was he?

He sat up slowly, feeling pain in his muscles. He felt like he hadn't moved in weeks. He looked around, his head reeling; he was in a hospital room?

What happened? He couldn't remember anything…

"Oh, good, you're awake!" he heard a woman gasp. Turning his head to the side he saw a blonde woman with an eye patch smiling warmly at him, her only eye he could see was golden and warm, it reminded him of sunlight.

"Where am I?" he asked hoarsely, wincing as he pushed himself to a sitting up potion on the bed. She quickly grasped him gently, but firmly helping him ease up.

"You're in the hospital," she said her smile shrinking a little, but not leaving her face, "I must say, I almost thought you weren't going to wake up…"

"Why wouldn't I wake up?" Soul coughed, his throat felt like it had been ripped to shreds.

"Well, that car accident you had was awful, it's a miracle you're still alive, and without more than a few minor cuts and bruises too." she explained, pressing a button on the side of his bed, signaling for someone to come into the room.

"What accident?" he asked slowly.

"Well—don't you remember?" she asked, her voice suddenly becoming concerned as her smile disappeared.

"No…" he said, he tried to remember what happened, but couldn't… what had happened before then...

"Sir, what's your name?" the nurse asked.

"Soul," he answered, that was it… all he could remember?

"And your last name?" she inquired, as she sat down on the edge of his bed. He could tell by the way she was looking at him that she knew he couldn't remember.

"I—uh, I don't know…" he winced, his head was starting to hurt again, "Why can't I remember anything?"

"Soul!" cried a happy voice from the door way of the of the room. Soul and the nurse turned to see a blue haired man leaning up against the doorway, he was muscular built, tan, and had a star tattoo on his right shoulder, he was standing next to a shorter, smiling, blonde woman. She had a small frame and cream colored skin, her ash blonde hair was up in pigtails, and despite her slightly… underdeveloped chest... she was actually kind of cute.

The blonde woman suddenly rushed to him wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

"Oh, I was so worried about you!" she smiled as she squeezed him.

"Who are you?" Soul asked dumbfounded and as if he'd just slapped her, she froze.

After a moment, she pulled away from him slowly, looking at him with jade eyes, "You don't remember me?"

And don't get confused lol Maka's only pretending to know him, it's all part of the plan :)

Okay, guys, you know what to do, and if you don't then: Review please!

I don't know when I'll update, but It'll probably be Friday of next week.

Oh, and I'm sorry for any mistakes that may be in this chapter :)