Story: Forgotten Memories

Chapter: Chapter 1

Author: CutieDestyy

I don't own Soul Eater

"Class, welcome Soul Eater Evans." Marie Mjölnir's sweet voice rang through the ears of the six/seven year olds. The class turned in their seats to meet the new student. Some flinched, and whimpered in fear at the boys frightening appearance.

But there were three little kids, one boy, two girls that welcomed the unusual student with open arms. After all, they were pretty unusual themselves.

"Maka dear! Time for school!" Kami Albarn yelled upstairs to her daughter's room. Kami flipped her long dark brown hair over her shoulder, waiting for her eldest daughter to show her face, indicating that she was going to school today after that fiasco on Friday.

"Coming." A monotonous voice came from the upper-wing of the large mansion; there was the click of her metallic boots, indicating that she really was coming.

Maka Albarn, meister/weapon in training, heir to the Albarn Family Fortune, and her mother's unusual eyes, walked down the stairs, the bottom of her boots barely making a sound on the polished steps. Maka turned to her mother with a blank look on her face, making nearby maids and her mother sigh sadly.

Everyone in the Albarn family house-hold, had to see that look every day for three years now, Maka never smiled around her mother and father, only around her sister and few friends, and even then, those smiles were limited.

There was last week, where Kami had seen her older daughters face glowing with happiness, but that didn't last very long.

"I still haven't talked to LD about that…" Kami murmured, she pushed herself off of the wall, motioning Maka to follow her so they could walk to the DWMA.

…

Maka Albarn was never a really talkative girl, so when she did talk, you had better listen and take notes. Because Maka Albarn, always said something important.

Maybe that's why it surprised Kami so much when her daughter suddenly said 'Hello', to her.

It wasn't like Maka to start up a small conversation; she thought people were only supposed to communicate with each other when necessary. Of course, when Maka was with her friends she was a total hypocrite to that.

"Oh, Maka. You frightened me for a moment there; you don't usually talk casually to me." Kami said, clearing her throat. She didn't want to sound nervous in front of her own daughter. Oh No.

"You're my mama," She said, in the usual 'Stein drawl', as everyone called it, "Why wouldn't I talk casually to you?"

"Oh well," Kami started with a nervous chuckle, "I just thought that you were mad at me for leaving you at such-!"

"Mama that was such a long time ago. And besides, you came back and everyone is happy again. No need to worry about me being angry over such a petty thing."

"Then why…" She started quietly, so quiet her daughter had to lean in to hear her, "Why won't you ever talk to me, Hun? I want to be there for you, but you never even let me know when it's that time of the month, you always let the maids know. I mean, you used to…but now…"

Maka bit her lip, and for a brief moment, Kami thought she saw panic flash over her daughters usually expressionless face, "I just don't want to bother you with my miniscule problems, sorry." By the way Maka had kept the sentence short, and her eyes trained on the ground in front of her, Kami knew that the conversation was over.

So, it surprised them both when she said, "No worries, my little bunny, talk to me whenever you want."

When they finally made it to Maka's school, they were greeted with a loud surprise.

"HAHAHA LOOK! MAKA ALBARN WALKS TO SCHOOL WITH HER MOMMY!" Black*Star yelled obnoxiously, standing on top of one of the tables that were spread around campus. Everyone immediately cracked up laughing, and pointing, while Kami Albarn looked confused as to why one of her daughter's old friends was acting like such a…jackass.

"Don't say a word mama," Maka hissed warningly in her ear.

"Oh, why not! That young man needs a good lesson!"

"Mama!"

"Humph!" Kami said stubbornly, gritting her teeth and trying to ignore all the painful jabs at her daughter she sneaked a look at her, and saw her face completely blank of emotions.

"You're so strong, my Maka…" She whispered to herself quietly, sighing deeply, she looked at her shoes, "Maybe too strong, you no longer need your Mama or Papa,"

…

Maka, she wasn't alone in the world. She had caring, and loving friends, and a sister, who would stick by her through whatever, no matter what.

But sadly, they didn't attend this school. One did, but, she didn't talk to her in school, so Maka refused to talk to her outside of school. Maka was all alone in this school, and the students there had made it a hobby to point out all of her flaws, so she had to have armor. The only thing to protect her in this school was her armor: her mother.

Her mother was so strong and brave, the spitting image of a hero. She fought with incredible speed and agility, and looked awesome doing it too. Maka wanted to be like her, be able to make a death-scythe, and be legendary around the world. But first, her mother had to get through hardships too, and she had the courage to keep pushing on.

So that's what Maka used: her mother's courage.

But courage, it was just, a small thing compared to madness. It doesn't really match up, and anyone could easily succumb to it, because it was over-whelming. Maka was so close to giving it, because once, she had a taste of madness, letting your anger and fears fuel you…it was great, you had nothing to worry about. The whole world was gone, and you could just…let go.

And that's what Maka needed, to let go. To let go of the mask, that she had been hiding behind for so long, to actually let some emotions slip through. To let everyone finally see, the pain that she was going through. The pain that she had been going through for three years.

"Now," Lord Death started cheerfully, clapping his hands together and looking around the room. There was, Kami and Maka Albarn, with Black*Star and his weapon, his son, and his weapons, Soul Eater Evans, Blair, and Kymil. "What's this I hear about, my son, Maka Albarn, Kymil, and a bet?"

Maka looked over at Kymil, to see that Kymil was glaring angrily at her. Maka inwardly sighed; she wondered when this one-sided feud between them was going to end. Kymil shouldn't be the one so bitter with her, if anything; Maka should be the one raging against Kymil.

"We didn't do anything, it was all Maka-!" Kymil started, with that plastic voice of hers that Maka hated.

"Now Kymil, I find that very hard to believe, especially since Maka never talks. Right Maka?" Lord Death asked, turning to Maka, who was staring anywhere but at the crowd of people there.

"My point exactly." Lord Death said when Maka refused to speak. "Changing the subject for a moment, the teachers have made me quite aware that Soul has no meister and Maka no weapon."

Maka flinched, looking over to the bane of her existence, which she had to see every day when she walked in her home, or at school. Maka was surprised when she saw him looking back at her, but never dared to let it show through her mask. Maka turned her head so that she was looking in front of her, rather than Soul's face. She hated looking at his face, one, because he was the same as her. Hiding under a mask, refusing to let any emotion leak through.

That was Maka's job that was her thing, he dared tried to do it better than her? Maka didn't think so. But, he probably didn't know that he did it better than her, so Maka wouldn't tell him, nor show any indication of it. She was perfectly content with this silent –one sided- competition of theirs.

"As of now, Meister Maka, and Demon Scythe Weapon Soul are now partners!"

While everyone else shouted out their protests, Maka and Soul stared at each other; Soul raised a curious eyebrow, while Maka's face remained blank. Soul smirked, and Maka flinched. He mouthed, 'Tiny Tits' to her, Maka's reaction: Face turning red, with a stubborn, "Hmph!" She went back to looking at the clouds of the Death Room, now with an emotion on her face. Anger.

"Okay!" Lord Death shouted over the students and retired scythe meister, "Let me ask what Maka and Soul, the two people that are actually involved in this, what they think."

Maka wiped her face of the emotion before they could turn to look at her, when they did; her face was completely blank…like always, "Okay," She said softly, after all, Maka Albarn did not talk.

"Are you sure?" Her mother asked, raising an eyebrow towards the frightening looking young man.

"I'm sure." Maka said, nodding softly. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Kymil and Blair glaring at her, though Blair's was half-hearted, Blair always seemed to be mimicking Kymil.

Maka had never really understood their relationship, Blair was the meister, and Kymil was the weapon. Kymil had to follow the orders of her meister, Blair, but it looked like Kymil ran the show. On top of that, Blair could easily over-power Kymil, with her having magic abilities, but Blair always stayed quiet. Never speaking unless spoken too, it was odd.

"Soul?" Lord Death asked.

"Okay."

"Are you sure?"

"Uh-huh."

"Alrighty then, it's settled! Maka Albarn and Soul Eater Evans are now partners!"

…

"What do you want?" Maka asked in her usual drawl, not looking up from her book as she waited to be picked up. She already knew who it was.

"I want to apologize." He said, and Maka resisted the urge to scoff. If he wanted to apologize sincerely, he would've done it, without having his crew behind him.

"Apology not accepted, go away now." Maka said, turning a page in her book. She waited patiently to hear their footsteps walk away, but that never happened.

"Maka I-!" He protested, stepping closer, Maka slid down the bench, not wanting to be near him anymore then she already had to.

"Have to, as a Shinigami," Maka interrupted him silencing his protest, "Apologize for any improper behavior, internal conflict, or harm I have inflicted upon someone." Maka finally looked up at him, to see his golden vortex eyes pleading, "My mama told me."

"HAHAHA-!" Black*Star shouted, but was interrupted by a car horn honking. All of their heads turned to a blue mustang, with a girl with black hair and shades' covering her eyes was waving at Maka.

Maka stood up, "Thank you for attempting, but that apology will never be accepted, I will never forgive any of you for anything you have done. I know that as I'm saying this, you're thinking about hitting me. I do not care, do as you will," Maka got her messenger bag, stuffing her book and side, "But please, do it tomorrow."

Maka walked odd towards the mustang, her face still staying blank, until she looked back at the group. The rest of the group was talking with each other, and pointing at her…all except Soul. When he caught her staring at him, he smirked and winked.

And as her friend pulled out from the parking lot of the DWMA, asking her tons of questions, Maka knew one thing.

She was in deep shit.

A/N: YAY! I decided to back-track and make it more like the original, with more plot twists and even longer! I hope you enjoyed this, excuse my grammar and spelling, I really wanted to post this today!

Reviews lessen Maka's melancholic behavior.

FAVS/FOLLOWS make Soul and Maka's bond grow stronger!

Bye!

-CutieDestyy