Here's the next chapter as promised :) R&R!

Desclaimer: only an obbsession of Soul Eater is my property... don't rub it in T/T


Maka woke the next morning feeling someone's warm breath in her hair, their chest pressed against her back slowly rising and falling as they slept, most comfortingly was someone's arm firmly wrapped around her waist—Wait, WHAT!?

Maka jerked her eyes open quickly, and turned her head around to see Soul's sleeping face. He must have cuddled up to her overnight. How cute…

~What the hell are you doing!? That's not cute its harassment!~

She had to get up; get out of this awkward position. Gently she tried to wrench his arm from around her, causing him to grumble in his sleep and tighten his grip. ~Of course~

She let out a sigh and pried his arm off her. This time a little less gently, but still not enough to wake him. Climbing off the bed she laid his arm back down and put the covers back in place.

She'll just go get something from the cafeteria, yeah, that's what she'll do. She turned, left the room, and began to walk down the hall when a voice stopped her, "I know who you are."

It was Stein.

"I should hope so," Maka retorted turning to face him, "it would be awful for the doctor of my fiancé to have memory problems himself."

"Funny, Maka, but you know what I'm saying," his glasses glinted, hiding his eyes from her as he watched her, "I know what you do, I recognize you, or rather your characteristics, you look just like your mother."

Her eyes widened at that, but she kept her cover, "I don't know what you're talking about Dr. Stein,"

"Yes you do, Maka," he gestured to a vacant room, "but perhaps we should discuss this in a more private area."

Maka nodded and followed him into the room, keeping her eyes fixed on him, searching for any quick movement.

"How much do you know?" she asked as soon as she heard the click of the door closing.

"I know what your parents used to do and I know that you and your friend, Black Star, are assassins for Lord Death as well," Stein replied calmly as if this was all a natural conversation for him.

"And how, may I ask, do you know this?" Maka inquired taking a seat on one of the hospital beds in the room.

"I used to work for him too, I had been Spirit's partner before Kami," he looked at her seemingly as if he were looking through her, "and before Marie."

"Oh, and I'm supposed to believe you?" Maka scoffed, this man was pulling something, but what? What was he trying to do?

"Fine, if you don't believe me, ask your father when you get home," Stein shrugged, "just answer one question for me…"

"And that is?" Maka questioned impatiently; what on earth could he possibly want to know?

"Are you planning to kill Soul Evans?" Just the question itself froze Maka in her place, Stein knew who Soul was? Not good.

"Don't worry, Maka, I'm the reason no one knows who Soul is in the first place, I had Marie throw that information out when we were patching him up," Stein assured, "I'm just asking for an old friend whether or not you're going to kill him when you leave here."

"How did you know what to do? We hadn't gotten here yet," this conversation was getting weird, he couldn't possibly have known…

"Well, we didn't get the information on who Soul was until after you got here, by then I'd seen you, recognized you, and made a call, then I had Marie dispose of the files." Stein's voice was completely bored now, but that didn't stop the fear his words struck in her.

"Who the hell did you call?" she demanded.

"We could easily patch it up to a computer error or something if we'd have been wrong about you two…" Stein continued, as if she hadn't spoken.

"Who did you call!?" she commanded her voice rising and growing an edge.

"That's strictly confidential," Stein said platonically, "there is no need to worry, they don't plan on bringing it to the authorities. Just answer the question, are you planning to kill Soul Evans?"

"No," Maka said slowly, "Black Star and I have no intentions of killing him…"

Not her or Black Star, but Medusa might…

"Then why are you here with him? Is he one of you?" Stein asked glaring through her once again.

"That's strictly confidential," Maka retorted, "just tell your 'friend' that he won't be dying by our hands." And with that she made her way to the door stopping with her hand on the doorknob, "Is Soul okay to leave now?"

"Yes, there is nothing more we can do, his memory will come back on its own," he said.

As she pulled the door open and began to walk towards Soul's room she heard him add one last thing, "If it ever does…"

However, Maka didn't stop until she was back in Soul's room.

"Where were you?" a voice startled her, she spun around quickly to see Soul's curious eyes watching her.

"Oh," she smiled scratching the back of her head, "I was talking with Dr. Stein, and he said you're ready to go home."

"Oh, cool, can you get me my clothes? They're over there." He pointed to a stack of neatly folded clothes sitting in a chair across the room, "Marie said she washed them for me."

Maka grabbed up the clothes and tossed them to him as he climbed out of bed, she had started to ask him something when she looked up and all words were lost.

"What are you doing!?" she yelped turning away from him, face growing an even darker shade of red than ever. He had already taken off his hospital gown and began to change—RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER!

"I'm changing," he retorted, "what does it look like?"

Luckily she didn't see anything from the waist down, just his well-toned torso… it was tan and strong, and looked— ~Woah! No, just no! Maka, you are not even going to think that!~ She could hear the rustling of clothes as he changed.

"Okay, I'm done," Soul's voice filled her thoughts. She stood there a moment longer unsure of whether she should actually turn around.

"It's alright," he droned, "I'm completely dressed now."

She turned around and to her relief he was, letting out a sigh she smiled at him, "Ready?"

"Yeah, I'm ready," he nodded with a smirking, "I don't know why you freaked anyway, I mean, if we sleep together don't we sleep together too?"

There was a loud crack as the spine of a book landed in his skull and he fell backwards onto the hospital floor.

"DON'T BE A PERV!" Maka scolded, her book still tight in her hand, as she pointed it at him.

"Damn it! That hurt!" he yelled angrily, climbing up from the floor.

"Then don't act like a pervert." Maka advised, turning to the door, "Come on, we need to sign you out, then we have a flight in thirty minutes."

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Kid eased the door to Maka's apartment open, he'd gotten the things Maka had asked for and had been told to meet Black Star in her apartment and help him set everything up.

"Black Star," Kid called, "You in here?"

"IN HERE!" the man's voice yelled from the kitchen.

Kid closed the door behind him and started for the kitchen door, when something caught his attention. He turned around and examined the room, there! The picture on the wall it was crocked! That's asymmetrical!

"Kid?" Black Star's voice sounded from the kitchen door, moments later Black Star entered the room.

"Stop. Right. There." Kid warned turning to him swiftly.

"What?" Black Star asked.

Kid raised a finger and pointed to a picture hanging on the wall next to him, his face dark and eyes being hidden by his black hair, "Fix it."

"Huh?" Black Star deadpanned turning to the picture next to him.

"Straighten it," Kid ordered, not moving an inch from his spot.

So that's what it was. Black Star sighed drastically, "Like this?"

He straightened the picture until he couldn't see anything sideways about it. Kid face brightened immediately.

"Yes, that's perfect, thank you!" he smiled, "Now, let's see how you did with the kitchen."

Kid made his way toward the kitchen doorway when he froze once again at Black Star's next words.

"Man, that was a waste of time," Black Star chuckled.

"Symmetry is perfection…" Kid's face was dark again and he had a dangerous tone in his voice when he turned to the blue hair man, "Symmetry is beauty… Symmetry is LIFE! It is not a waste of time!" the black haired hitman glared daggers at Black Star for a moment before straightening himself up, "Take it back." He demanded calmly.

"YOUR GOD DOESN'T TAKE ANYTHING BACK!" Black Star exclaimed a look of insult crossing his face, "YOUR GOD'S WORD IS LAW!"

"Take it back," Kid said, "Black Star, I won't tell you a third time."

"No," Black Star shook his head.

"Take it back," Kid ordered once again taking a step towards him.

"I thought you weren't going to tell me a third time," Black Star taunted an immature grin crossing his face.

"DAMN IT, BLACK STAR," Kid burst, "TAKE BACK YOUR INSULT TO SYMMETRY AT ONCE!"

Kid ran over to him at what seemed like lightning speed, grabbing him up by the shirt.

"NO! A BIG GUY LIKE ME DOESN'T TAKE ORDERS!" Black Star yelled tugging against Kid's balled up fist in his shirt, "NOW UNHAND YOUR GOD, MORTAL!"

"Not until you take back what you said about symmetry!"

"NEVER! SYMMETRY IS STUPID!" Black Star shouted. At this Kid's eyes widened whether in horror or anger Black Star couldn't tell. The next thing he knew Kid's fist landed on the side of Black Star's face, knocking him into the wall roughly, busting a vase on the way. Black Star stood up, furious. He dares to challenge his god!? His fist clenched together as he glared at Kid, "Oh… IT'S ON!"

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"This is boring…" Soul grumbled from his seat on the plane next to Maka.

"So?" Maka turned to him, "What do you want me to do about?"

"Hey, let's play twenty questions," Soul suggest quickly.

"What? No, beside it'd be a one way game," Maka retorted, "you can't remember anything, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember, but… still… I'm bored… Please?" he tilted his head to the side and smiled sweetly at her, much like a child begging their mother for a toy sitting in the windowsill. It was cute… ~NO! It's annoying… okay, it's annoyingly cute…~

"Fine," Maka groaned, turning in her seat to face him, he did the same and began pondering the first question.

"What's your favorite color?" he asked, it wasn't much, but it was the only question that would actually present itself at the time.

She sighed, thinking over the colors she'd always liked growing up and the ones she was fond of now, there was always one color that she'd liked growing up and now, not thinking about the irony she answered with a bored tone, "Red"

"Oh, so that's what caught your attention?" he smirked acting pleased, "Why thank you, Maka, I like your eyes too."

She felt her face flush, "T-that's not what I—I mean, I—" but he was chuckling at her embarrassed babbling and could feel her anger rising once again.

"Just ask the next question already," she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

Once again he thought over what question he should ask then, "What do you do for fun?"

She didn't need to think this question over; it was obvious, "Reading."

"Bookworm," he smirked at her.

Maka felt her face go red, this time not from blushing or being embarrassed, but from anger, "Next question."

"I'm only on question three… Let me think a second…" he shrugged, then there was a ding as the intercom came on and the flight attendant's voice came over the speakers, announcing that their flight was beginning.

~Finally, going home… I hope Black Star and Kid haven't gotten into any trouble while I was away…~

"Have we ever been on a plane before?" Soul asked curiously.

"Yeah," Maka lied turning to smile at him, "how do you think we got here, silly?"

"Oh… yeah…" he looked out the plane window, she could have sworn that she saw his face was tinged with pink before turning away, but brushed it off. Men didn't blush at her…

~Not that it matters…~

"Oh, and by the way, I'm counting that question as number three," she grinned.

"Fine, whatever," he shrugged, "Question four… what's my family like?"

It was this question that stunned her. How was she to answer that, what was she supposed to saw?

"Well, uh, I don't know…" she looked down as his head turned to face her in surprise.

"How can you not know?" he gapped.

"I don't know… You never told me about them, and the last time you saw them you left angry, so from what I picked up, you guys didn't get along very well." she frowned. It's not like she was lying, he didn't tell her anything about them, though he never knew her to tell her, and after watching him for the time she had, she'd seen his face when that party with his parents was brought up and the way he rushed out of the house afterwards; something must've happened.

"Oh… okay," he shrugged again and leaned back.

Maka would have loved for the conversation to have ended there, but against her will she felt her mouth start to form words, "How can you just say 'okay'? Doesn't it bother you?"

He hesitated, but turned to look at her, "Yeah, it bothers me a little, and I don't know if it's the fact that I don't remember them or not, but from what you've told me and the fact that I'm engaged says that I'm doing pretty damn well on my own, so why should I care?"

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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HIS THINGS ARE GONE!?" Liz exclaimed, rushing into the room.

Patty jumped, her big sister had never yelled at her, but Patty understood that she was just upset, "I mean, all his stuff is gone: his brush, his clothes, his posters, his favorite jacket, even his socks!"

"What—but how? When did he come home? When is he coming back?" Liz struggled with herself, a part of her was sad, but another part of her was angry. How could he do this?

"I don't know, sis…" Patty trailed off, standing awkwardly in Soul's empty room. It was bare now, except for the furniture and some pictures.

"Hey," Tsubaki's voice drifted into the room as she walked in, "what're you—" she stopped in her tracks as she looked over the room, "W-where is Soul's stuff?"

"Soul must've come and got it all while we were a Chrona's yesterday." Liz shrugged trying to act unconcerned.

They had gone to Chrona's and explained what happened and he said he didn't know where he was, to their dismay. Then after calming him down, they took Tsubaki back to her house and spent the night.

"But why? I don't understand—" Tsubaki mirrored the confusion Liz and Patty felt.

"It's okay, Tsubaki!" Patty rushed to hug Tsubaki and returning her hug Tsubaki looked to Liz.

"Yeah, Tsubaki," Liz assured, "I'm sure he's alright, he'll be home before we know it."

"I don't know, Liz," Tsubaki shook her head, "He has never done anything like this before…"

"Do you think his family will know something?" Liz inquired hopefully.

"I'll ask them later…" Tsubaki replied.

"You think he's gonna come back, big sis?" Patty asked suddenly, turning to look at Liz, her words were quiet and sounded small, it hurt Liz to hear that tone in her voice, she hadn't used it since they wondered the streets when were little.

"Oh, I know that dumbass is gonna come back," Liz smirked confidently, "he's not the kind of person to just abandon his friends, he's probably just blowing off some steam or something for a while." She chuckled evilly, "and when he gets back we're gonna beat the shit out of him and let him know he is not allowed to scare us like that again, kay?"

"Yeah!" Patty cheered in agreement, her confidence fully restored.

Liz and Tsubaki watched as Patty beamed, "I'm gonna make him a welcome home picture!" and rushed out of the room to find some crayons and a coloring book.

Liz smiled after her. When Tsubaki spoke up, "Do you mean that?"

"Huh?" Liz turned back to Tsubaki, she looked unsure and sad; so unlike the usually optimistic Tsubaki… but then again, Liz had to look at from Tsubaki's point of view. Her real brother died three years ago and Soul had been there for her, Soul was her best friend since they were young. In a way, losing Soul was like losing another brother. Liz knew how worried she'd be if she lost Patty…

"That he'll be back… that he's okay?" Tsubaki asked softly.

Liz smiled reassuringly, "Of course, I do. You know that better than anyone, Tsubaki. You know he wouldn't leave and not come back."

"…I didn't used to think he would leave at all…"

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"So?" the expectant voice asked on the other end of the line.

"I don't know much, but I do know you have nothing to worry about," Stein explained, "they don't plan to kill him."

"So why are they with him?" the voice hesitated as she thought, "Is he one of them?"

"I don't know she wouldn't tell me," Stein said pushing his glasses back up his face.

"Damn Albarn…" the voice cursed, "Is she still there?"

"No, she left this morning…" Stein leaned back in his chair, momentarily taking the phone away from his ear to switch hands and put it back to the other side of his head as he waited for her response.

"Fine… I need you to do something for me," the voice came back calm and cool once again.

"What is it?" Stein replied his voice level as usual.

"I need you to find out what they need with him for, can you do that for me?" the woman asked, once sounding pleading instead of demanding.

Stein sat there for a moment, thinking it over then just a few more moments just to put her on edge. "Fine," He sighed into the phone, "I can do that…"


Oooo a mystery person! Who is it? Oh yeah, I already know! lol

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