Author's Note - I made a few changes to this chapter. One is a pretty big change.
Remember Me
Bittersweet Symphony
"Hey Soul…"
"Yeah, Maka?"
They were lying on the couch watching TV together. She was laying between his legs, her head resting on his chest and his arms wrapped around her torso. She was idly twiddling with his fingers. He didn't mind. He was actually basking in the affection while watching the game.
"Will you remember me tomorrow?"
He raised an eyebrow at her.
"What are you talking about? Of course I will."
"Will you remember me next week?"
"Maka-"
"Just answer," she giggled.
"Okay… Yes."
"Will you remember me in a month?"
"Yeah…" What is she up to?.
"Will you remember me in a year?"
"Maka, you know I couldn't forget you even if I tried."
She smiled at him.
"Knock, knock."
"Who's there?"
She gave him a pouty face.
"Awww, you forgot me already."
He couldn't stop the laugh from rising up and out of his throat. How'd he fall for such a lame-ass joke? He pulled her closer to him and planted a kiss on her lips. He growled in her ear in that sexy voice he sometimes uses.
"I'll show you how well I remember you."
And he dove in for another kiss.
She dodged it, jumping up and out of his arms.
"You'll have to come catch me first."
"Oh no, you don't."
And he ran after her straight into their now shared bedroom. He tackled her to the mattress. They play wrestle on the bed for several minutes until he finally "forces" her down. Though he's pretty sure she lets him win these little games. Powerful weapon though he was, she was the meister who'd made him. They kiss and touch and just make out for what seems like hours just enjoying each other. He was about to push for more intimacy but Maka stopped him. She held his face between her palms and stared him straight in the eyes, a sad smile on her face.
"I'm so close, Soul."
"Maka…"
"You just have to come and get me."
"But Maka…"
"Please, Soul, bring me home."
And she kissed him…
"Hey, Soul, wake up! You're gonna be late for the party!"
He shot straight up in bed. Disorientation lay like a fog blanketed over his mind.
"Where… Oh my God. I must have fallen asleep."
He ran his fingers through his hair, shaking out the white locks. He hadn't meant to fall asleep; he'd just been meandering about tossing the dusty sheets and clothing in the wash and unpacking what he'd had with him. He'd only lain down for a second.
Guess he didn't realize how tired he'd been.
"That dream…"
His voice shook ever so slightly. He closed his eyes and ran a hand over his eyes as though trying to rid himself of the images. He'd lost count of how many dreams like that he'd had in the last two years. He couldn't understand the phenomenon. They would start out as memories, so vivid you'd think he'd been vapped back to that time and place. When he thought on it in waking, he could remember each and every single one, every single detail, like it had happened just yesterday.
But then, something would shift and suddenly the memory didn't line up anymore. God, the things she would say…
"Soul! Come on. You're gonna be late."
"Blair?" he questioned.
"Of course, silly. Nyan…"
The magical cat pushed her way through the cracked bedroom door, and scampered across the floor to jump straight into the startled weapon's lap right on top of a very sensitive area.
"Ah! Blair!"
"Mrawr!"
He jumped out of bed sending the small feline flying through the air to land at the foot of the bed. Keeping the sheet tight around his waist, Soul shook himself of the pain. Here he was, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a sheet, chest heaving at the outrageous wake up call.
Remind him again why he kept that damn cat around.
"Damn it, Blair."
She just laughed at him.
"Aw, I'm sorry, Soul. Did Soul-kun have a naughty dream?"
He turned bright red in embarrassment - an emotion that would be quickly followed by anger.
"That's none of your business!" he shouted. "Now will you get out of my room!"
"Awwww, but Soul, I haven't seen you in four months. Blair missed Soul. It gets so lonely around here without him."
Soul sighed, walking over and laying a hand on her head and scratching behind her ear.
"You're pouting, ya know."
She started purring.
"I didn't expect you to be here."
"I don't work today." She shook off his hand and jumped onto his shoulder, crawling from one side to the other tail flicking with curiousity. "So about this dream of yours. It sounded like you were having quite a bit of fun."
Soul shook his head walking out of the room and into the apartment.
"You know they say curiosity killed the cat."
"Aw, come on. Soul can tell Bu-tan. She won't laugh."
She jumped onto the counter and curled in on herself.
"No, I don't think so," he said pulling a water bottle out of the fridge and taking a long drink. One good thing about keeping the cat around as a roommate/pet was she took care of the apartment while he was gone on missions.
Blair was quiet for several moments, quiet contemplation shining in her eyes (never a good thing when dealing with cats) before she spoke. Her words sounded a little tentative.
"Was she in it?"
The male visibly tensed in response. He should've seen that coming. He closed his eyes and lowered the water bottle, letting out a huge sigh. She couldn't see his face when she had asked as he was facing away from her, but he knew that she could sense his frown. It happened every time she came up in conversation. Soul would freeze and shut himself off from anyone and everyone around him.
It wasn't because he didn't want to talk about her. It was more because the sinking sensation that settled in his stomach kept him for speaking. It was because his brain would go haywire and nearly short circuit with thoughts of her.
When he didn't respond after several moments, the feline drew the conclusion that he wasn't going to answer her at all.
"Yeah…"
"A memory?"
"Kind of… At first it was, but then she's started saying things that I know she's never said. Weird stuff like how I need to find her or go and get her. Stuff that doesn't make any sense."
"Oh. Do you think it might mean something?"
"It's just a dream, Blair. No hidden meanings behind that."
The cat looked sad, but he ignored her as he set the water bottle down on the counter and began heading toward the bathroom for a shower.
"Soul-kun doesn't really believe that does he."
It wasn't a question, more an observation.
He halted at the bathroom door. The twenty-year-old's hand clenched the doorframe in a vice grip. His knuckles turned white, and he could almost imagine hearing the wood splinter under his fingers.
Blair's eyes burn into his back.
"I know it's stupid of me," he bit out finally. "But when I wake up from those dreams, it doesn't feel like she's gone."
Having said that, he moved forward into the bathroom and closed the door. Ridding himself of his boxers, he stepped into the shower. The water ran over his body loosening the knots in his muscles and releasing the tension that had built up over the last couple steam cleared away any remaining effects of the Russian frost from his lungs and sinuses. Soap suds mixed with water gliding over corded muscle, and Soul allowed himself to let go for just a few minutes in the privacy of his bathroom.
The hot liquid cascaded over him, and he wanted to imagine it washing away the thoughts and feelings. He wished it could wash away the pain.
"Black Star! Did you fix up the living room?" chimed Tsubaki as she puttered around in the kitchen making all of the final touch ups to their dinner.
"I got it, Tsubaki!"
"Liz, Patti! Did you two remember to wrap the gift we got for Soul?"
"Yeah, Kidd," called Liz from Tsubaki and Black Star's room.
"Is it neatly done?"
"Gee, I don't know… Why don't you tell me? You're the one who's OCD!"
Kidd was already walking in to pass judgment on the sisters' handiwork from the patio where he'd been setting up some decorations. Patti held in her hands a garment gift box that had been neatly wrapped in light blue paper and tied with a darker blue ribbon.
"What do you think, Kidd?" the young weapon asked holding up the parcel.
"Hmm…"
The ribbon looked a bit off.
Without causing a commotion, the young reaper silently undid and retied the offending article and stepped back to admire the perfection.
"Perfect."
"Great, now can we eat?" sighed Liz as she set down their gift beside the smaller neatly wrapped box already on the bed from Black Star and Tsubaki.
"In a few more minutes, Liz-chan. Besides we have to wait for Soul-kun."
It was 7:55, and the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," called Patti as she bounced over to the door.
Throwing the door open revealed Ox, Kim, and Kilik with their weapons by their sides. Tsubaki, having just removed her apron, scurried over telling them all to come on into the living room. Greetings were exchanged as the six settled themselves around the designated room where Black Star was already lounging on the sofa. He got up to share a fist punch with Kilik while the twins looked on from their meister's shoulders. Though they had grown in the last few years, Kilik was still more than big enough to hold them one in each arm in their human forms.
"Black Star, my man. How's it hanging, pal?"
"Not too bad at all, Kil, and yourself?"
"I'm good. We're all good," he laughed gesturing to his whole team. "Now, where is the man of the hour, himself? I haven't seen Soul since God knows when."
"He's not here yet," Tsubaki answered as she walked into the living room, a tray full of ice filled glasses and a pitcher of lemonade in her hands. "But it's barely eight. He might be a little late."
Black Star snorted.
"Well he's got about ten minutes before I head out, track him down, and drag him back here myself."
"Glad to inform you that won't be necessary."
Everyone turned at the lazy drawled coming from the door, and there stood Soul dressed simply in a purple button-down shirt and black slacks with a black tie and belt finishing the ensemble. His beaten up jacket hung over his shoulder.
"Soul, you bastard! You're late," yelled Black Star getting up and heading over the other male.
"Whatever, Black Star," he smirked as they traded a high five at the threshold.
"Soul!"
"What's up!"
"How've ya been, man?"
"How long's it be?"
"Where were you off to this time?"
Pats on the back, hugs, a few air kisses from the girls… It was an amazing welcome home. Soul couldn't remember the last time he'd seen Kilik, Ox, and the rest of them all together. It was bittersweet.
That's when Patti bounded into the room from the kitchen.
"Yay, Soul's here. Let's eat!"
And they did. Tsubaki outdid herself on this one. The food had been delicious, and the conversation never broke as the young adults sat around the living room. Catching up on what had been happening with each other and reminiscing on old times. Someone brought up Tsubaki's tardiness in being released from the Book of Eibon's Lust chapteri, inspiring a good laugh at the chief's expense, but she took it all in stride. Kim and Ox announced their engagement, much to everyone's delight, and Kim assured everyone that they would all be receiving their invitations to the wedding that was only two months away in due time.
It was a great festive environment. After the girls and a reluctant Black Star had cleared away the plates, Liz pulled out a deck of cards and the poker games started. Someone had suggested strip poker (ehem, Black Star) but the idea was quickly squashed by everyone else. The game got loud real quick.
"Hahaha. You're meek hand doesn't stand a chance against my godliness."
"A Full House! That's most unsymmetrical thing I've ever seen."
"Ahaha. I win, I win." "Patricia, sit down. You're giving a show." "Weenie!"
"Thunder, Fire!" whined Kilik at one point. "Are you two cheating?"
"Read 'em and weep." "Not cool, Soul."
And so the time passed until Harvar finally looked at the clock noticing it was already 11.
"Hey, we've got to go, guys. We leave for a mission early tomorrow morning."
"That's right, we have to catch a 6 am flight to Austrailia," exclaimed Ox getting up to follow the visor wearing demon spear. Kilik reaches over and taps Soul across the chest in a friendly manner getting up with Fire and Thunder before standing and following his teammates to the door.
"It's been great."
"Thanks for coming you guys. Are you sure you don't want to take any dessert for the road?"
"Aw thanks, Tsubaki but we're good. Dinner was fantastic," said Kim giving the weapon a hug.
"We should do this more often," said Jackie. "It's been so long since all of Spartoi got together like this."
Tsubaki smiled politely as she closed the door behind the brunette.
Jackie couldn't be blamed. She had meant well. It wasn't her fault at all. She didn't even realize the tension that built up in Soul's muscles at her statement. They could all feel it. That deep melancholy… That bitter sensation that would flood the death scythe's aura whenever something reminded him of her… The evening had felt like they were all back together again. And Jackie had been right to a degree. The first generation of Spartoi had been together again for the first time in ages. All save one.
The silence was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
"Dessert?"
Thank God for Patti and her innate ability to lighten the mood. She jumped out of her seat and practically dove into the kitchen.
Black Star slapped a hand on Soul shoulder but called over to Kidd.
"Hey, Kidd, why don't we show Soul what we got for him before dessert?"
"Excellent idea! Liz, come with me."
Crimson eyes widened at the blue-haired meister.
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh, it was nothing much, buddy. Consider them late birthday presents."
"Black Star," he growled.
"Oh, come off it, Soul," scolded Liz. "We've barely seen you three times in the last year."
And she threw the wrapped packages onto Soul's lap just as Tsubaki and Patti reentered the room with coffee and dessert in hand. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to do. He just kind of stared at the simply wrapped parcels in his lap.
"Go on, Soul. Open them," said Tsubaki.
"You guys really shouldn't have."
"We wanted to," explained Kidd.
"Come on, man! Hurry up and open them so we can have dessert."
Soul shot the other male a look before conceding to the wishes of his friends and opening the first package. It was from Black Star and Tsubaki. Ripping apart the paper revealed a small stack of 5 records. Soul glanced quickly between the pair before investigating the pile. The first was a contemporary piano record that featured various well known artists. The other two were punk records by more recent groups. The last two of the albums were vintage jazz records.
It was these albums that had Soul speechless.
"How did you find these?"
Tsubaki just smiled at the look of wonderment on Soul's face.
"Tsubaki and I were in New York a couple months back. Found an old music store that was closing down. We went in to poke around a bit and ended up talking to the owner. Nice old guy. We told him we had a friend who liked listening to jazz and he pulled these out from his backroom. Said we should give them to you."
"These are almost impossible to find."
"Please! Nothing is impossible for this guy."
"Thank you both," he finally said giving Tsubaki a hug and Black Star a pat on the back.
"Okay, Soul! Now ours!" yelled Patti.
He took the other present. Careful, not to make a mess (he was keeping an eye on Kidd), he opened the box to reveal a brand new black leather jacket. Soul's jaw dropped open. It was one he'd been looking into buying not too long ago when his old black one got destroyed beyond repair. Not wanting to spend the money, he'd settled on the dark grey one he'd worn on the way over here.
"I remember you mentioned that your old jacket got a little battered on one of your missions the last time you were here," inserted Kidd. "We thought you might need a new one"
"Very cool. Thanks man. Liz, Patti."
"Oh, don't thank me. The girls picked it out."
"What can we say? We got a good eye."
"I thought we had four good eyes, nee-chan?"
"It's a figure of speech Patti…" Liz rolled her eyes at her sister before turning back to Soul. "Well, what are you waiting for? Try it on. Let's see if it fits."
Soul stood and did as requested. His face lit up with a sharp smile. It fit perfectly, not too tight and not too loose.
"You guys are great," he said pulling Patti into a hug.
"It looks good on you," said Liz as she too accepted a hug.
Soul and Kidd shared a nod. Then Soul spoke up.
"So, who's cutting the cake?"
Death City always seemed more peaceful in the nighttime. The air was crisp against his skin, and the wind shifted lazily through his tousled hair.
"So how goes missions?"
Kidd had pulled him out on to the patio while the others staying inside making idle chatter. Soul immediately took his place leaning against one of the support beams that held up the outside roof while Kidd took a position opposite him with his back against the column. Soul was looking out into the night. Kidd was looking at Soul.
"Eh, can't really complain."
"And Blair, how's she doing? Have you seen her yet?"
"Yeah, I've seen her. She's doing as good as usual."
"Have you gotten yourself settled?"
"Yeah, look, Kidd cut the small talk, will you? What did you want to talk to me about?"
It was almost midnight, and Soul was quite ready to be heading home for the night. He just needed Kidd to get on with it, so he could politely – or not so politely – brush off the concern and move on with his life.
"You know we worry about you, Soul."
He sighed. He knew this would be coming.
"None of you need to be worrying about me."
"Well, we do. You're taking on too many missions, dangerous ones. What if something happens to you?"
"That's my job as a Death Scythe, Kidd. You know that better than anyone."
"That may be true, but you're doing too much. If you don't cut this out, you're going to end up dead or worse."
"I think you're overreacting a bit on this, Kidd."
"I am not. We've all been thinking the same thing for the last two years."
"Well all of you need to just chill, alright. It's not that big of a deal."
Death the Kidd shoved his hands in his pocket taking a deep breath before continuing. Soul wasn't on edge yet. In fact, he was playing it as cool as he usually did, but this conversation could turn ugly really quickly if Soul had any idea where Kidd was going with this. If didn't keep his carefully constructed cool, the god knew very well what might happen.
"Soul, we don't want to end up burying another friend."
There it was. He knew it was coming. Tension flooded Soul's muscles, an indicative sign of the weapon's internal agony. He didn't speak though, he couldn't, his jaw was locked, so Kidd continued.
"You aren't the only one who lost her."
Soul's teeth were clenching.
"We've all suffered. We all miss her. We were all angry. We found the kishin egg soul resting harmless on a ledge, yet we couldn't even find her body. Couldn't even find her soul… All we found was her torn up cloak."
Yes, he knew all of that already. He remembered. He remembered the anger, the pain, the denial. The Black Blood had hissed below the surface of his skin, and it took everything he'd had to keep from slaughtering Black Star at the time. He'd only been trying to help, trying to break the news easy. Trying to tell him softly that his whole life may as well have been over from that day forward.
"You're still torturing yourself over her death. You need to stop this. It's been two years, Soul. You have your whole life ahead of you. You need to move on."
His hand curled into a fist.
"Start living your life again. It's what she would have wanted you to do. It's what Maka would want."
Soul moved. Kidd didn't flinch when the death scythe's fist made contact with the pillar right next to his head, a last minute show of restraint on Soul's part. Kidd had been fully prepared to be punched. He'd even grit his teeth. One simply did not use Maka's name in conversation. Especially around Soul.
"Shut up," he growled. "You don't understand anything!"
After taking a deep, calming breath, Soul took several steps back. She always did tell him to count to ten before blowing up at anything.
"Soul," called Kidd.
"Look, I know you mean well, but you can never understand. What if it had been Liz or Patti? How would you feel?"
"I would probably feel a lot like you do now."
Crimson burned into amber.
"But I wouldn't let it destroy me. You can't let Maka's death rule your life."
Red eyes widened before looked off to the side.
"Move forward, Soul. And for Death's sake live. Maka wouldn't want to see you alone. She wouldn't want to see you suffer like this, and I can promise you that wherever she is, she doesn't blame you. She never would."
"You don't know that."
"But I do. Because I knew Maka. Just like I know you." He ran a hand through his hair before continuing. "Take a break. Go on a date. Remember what if feels like to live. Maybe one day you'll find a new meister. A new partner to help you and stand by you. That's what you need."
Soul shook his head and walked toward the patio doors to reenter the living room. One hand on the doorknob, the other shoved deep into a pocket, Soul looked back at Kidd.
"Listen, because I'm only going to say this once."
It was Kidd's turned to widen his eyes in shock.
"I loved Maka. I loved her more than life itself, and I can never forget her. There will never be another person for me like her. And I can promise you that aside from you or your father, I will never accept another meister."
Kidd's eyes softened.
"Stop worrying about me. I'm alive, and I intend to stay that way for her. I won't give up on her."
There must have been something in what Soul said that didn't sit well with Kidd. Maybe he'd said too much. Perhaps he should have counted to twenty instead for a little more thinking time. Amber eyes widened with realization as to what his friend had been holding onto for the last two years.
"You aren't honestly telling me you think she's still alive."
"Just stay out of it Kidd."
The shinigami was starting to panic now.
"No one could have survived that fall! It's impossible."
"Look, does it really matter what I think?"
"But Soul, you can't keep holding onto false-"
"Shut up, Kidd. Just shut up because you have no idea what it feels like to lose the one thing that matters most to you. Just leave it alone," he finished. He's mildly surprised he hasn't left an indentation of his hand on the door knob for the pressure he was putting on the metal. His jaw set and his shoulders held in a confidant stance, he spoke, "It was nice talking to you, Kidd, but I best be heading home. It's late."
And with that he walked into the living room, bid goodbye to everyone, gathered his belongings, and left the party, no doubt heading for home. And just as Soul Eater Evans walked out the front door, Kidd entered the living room.
"How'd it go?" inquired an anxious Patti.
Kidd sighed.
"I don't know… At least he didn't punch me."
Black Star gave an accepting snort.
"Probably just because you're technically his boss."
Kidd face faulted.
(Two Years Ago)
They had found the kishin's nest without any problems. This killer had made a habit of kidnapping his victims and keeping them alive for several days before killing them. Releasing the three children had been top priority. Thankfully they had found the kids without much effort and gotten them safely out of the building and into the protective custody of the local police. It wasn't until the accursed demon had shown up that they ran into trouble. Big trouble.
The thing ran. Naturally they pursued.
They followed it all the way to edge of the rainforest his hideout had been located in. The clearing of the trees reveals a cliff's edge and a never ending view of the crystal clear blue ocean often associated with the warm tropical waters of Central America. It truly would be a beautiful day, were it not for the disgusting asymmetrical animal gnashing its teeth at them from across the expanse of the clearing. The offending creature obviously needed to be removed immediately.
At least that's the way Kidd had phrased it.
So they had to take care of the problem. Black Star rushed the creature in enchanted sword mode attempting to draw a slash across the kishin's flank, but it blocked the blow extending it black, mangled fingers into whip-like extensions. Black Star dodged out of the way while Kidd took aim and fired Liz and Patti in a series of shots.
Despite the shinigami's amazing speed, it managed to dodge each shot, moving so quickly it looked like only a blur. Maka shot forward to pin the creature down. Soul's scythe blade caught the goon in his tracks in a scythe catch while Maka delivered a wavelength powered punch to the monster's bloated gut.
"Kid, Now!"
"Bull's eye."
Two shots fired perfectly at the exact same time hit the creature in the chest sending it barreling off the cliff's side and down into the waiting arms of the sea.
"Is it dead?" inquired Maka.
Black Star, who had been standing not too far away from Maka near the cliff's edge, peered over the ledge. Not seeing any kishin, he let out a low whistle.
"I doubt anybody could survive that fall," he said turning away from the cliff and walking in Kidd's direction, Tsubaki in hand. Maka simply looked on as he walked away. She was about to follow, but something ticked at the back of her mind. She turned back to face the cliff.
"Maka…"
Soul, still held firmly in Maka's hands, could feel his meister's tension.
"Maka, what is it?"
"I don't know. Something feels off."
"Oi! Maka, Soul, Come on!"
Soul wiggled in her grip. "Yeah, let's go. We need to pick up the soul before we leave."
"Yeah, sorry. I don't know what came over me."
Throwing one last glance at the cliff, Maka turned away from the open ocean to head back to the others. None of the teens noticed the whips rise from the cliff's side until a single wire lashed out, latching itself around Maka's right ankle and pulling. Hard.
Maka was yanked to the ground, flat on her back.
"Your soul looks delicious," it rasped at her.
She just barely had enough time to to raise Soul up in defense when the kishin tackled her already prone form. The claws clanged against Soul's steel, metal striking metal. She kicked out with her free leg, hitting the beast square in the chest. It flew backwards without relinquishing the hold it had around her ankle. She flew with it, and the landing was enough to knock the air clean out of her lungs. And she saw stars. She could hear Kidd's gunshots in the background like white noise.
"Get up, Maka!"
"Right."
She tried to do as Soul commanded but the kishin dragged her down again, pulling them closer and closer to the edge of the cliff. It struck her again with its whips, but she spun Soul around in front of her deflecting the attacks.
The move left murdering bastard completely stunned.
Black Star took the opening, delivering his Soul Menace technique directly into the monster's back. However being so close to the edge, the technique drove the kishin into the ground, cracking the rocky soil keeping the cliff face from crumbling.
The kishin screamed, throwing its body weight to the side, once again taking Maka with it. Her head slammed hard against a protruding rock. The reverberation from impact mixed with a complete black-out of her vision forced Soul clean out of her hands.
"Soul!" she cried as her scythe slid far across the ground, but she didn't have time to think as the kishin attacked again. She blocked and dodged each blow rolling around in the limited space as well as she could until another whip wrapped itself around her left wrist.
Black Star dove again for an attack and nailed an amazing strike clean across its back. The kishin arched back and screeched in agony. Blood spewed forth from the wound staining the ground and some of Maka's clothing.
She took the opening and threw a punch with her right fist, aiming straight for its head.
The hit landed, but it sent the creature over the cliff's side. This time it would be dragging Maka with it.
"Soul!" she cried out.
Desperate, she grabbed for a handhold, finding purchase on one of the cracks made by Black Star's attack and held on for dear life. Soul ran from his position, trying to get to her, and just as he was about reach her, Soul dove, landing on his stomach arms outstretched. The kishin roared one last time and threw all of its weight against the splintering rock. It came dislodged and crumbled right under their feet, Soul's hand only inches away from Maka's, but it wasn't close enough. She fell through the ground.
"Maka!"
Black Star, who was currently turned away the scene after finishing his attack, turned his head at Soul's cry. His eyes widened as Maka's head disappeared off the side of the cliff, and he started running. The earth beneath Soul's feet began to break apart, but the death scythe didn't seem to care. He was about to dive down after her but a pair of well muscled arms stopped him. He strained against them almost breaking away until another pair of hands gripped him, followed by another pair then another, all pulling him back and away from the edge as the ground continued to fall piece by piece into the sea below
"Let me GO! NO! MAKA! Damn you! LET GO OF ME!"
The dragged him all the way to the safety of the trees. It was then that someone hit him over the head driving him unconscious.
He wouldn't be waking up again for several hours. And when he did, it would be to a truth he didn't want to believe.
TBC
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1) Manga Spoiler – In the Lust Chapter, all the characters switched gender. After leaving the chapter, they returned to their normal genders at a rate determined by how lustful the character was. Tsubaki was the last one to turn back.
