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SoMa Forgotton Souls Chpt 4
A SoulxMaka Fanfic
I do not own Soul Eater or any of it's characters.

Soul stood leaning against the door, replaying the scene from earlier in his head. 'Who are those guys? More importantly who am I?' Soul struggled to remember something about himself. After a few minutes of trying he sighed and gave up. 'Looks like i'll just have to be clueless for now. So uncool...

There is was again. 'Maybe I was a cool guy before...?' He grabbed his head as a memory forced its way into his head. "'Names Soul. Soul Eater.'" A dull throbing in his head replaced the earlier pain. "So I guess my name 'is' Soul." His thoughts were interrupted as he heard footsteps in the direction of one of the staircases. 'Its that guy from earlier. The one who freaked about the mediccine cabinet.'

Kid walked past Soul and gave him a small nod. "Soul..." Soul looked up at him. 'This guy...' Soul stepped away from the wall, "Hey. I have a question. Who am I to you?" Kid stopped walking. Instead of turning around he simply said, "I'm your friend, Soul. Death the Kid. And you are Soul Eater. Scythe weapon." 'Death the Kid...' He clutched his head as another short memory forced its way into existance. "Sheesh. You never change." He said as he bumped his other fist to make it 'symmetrical'.

As the pain subsided he looked back up at Kid who had begun to walk away again. If he had noticed Soul's pain he didn't let on. "Wait. Why did you call me a scythe weapon?" Kid spoke as he continued walking, "Because you can turn into a scythe." "I can turn into a scythe!?" he asked but Kid was already gone. Soul leaned back against the wall. 'Ok. So my name is Soul Eater. I can turn into a scythe. And i'm friends with a guy who has severe ocd. Great place to start,' he sighed. More footsteps sounded in the direction Kid had come from. He looked towards the stairs to see Maka heading towards him.

He couldn't help but hold his breath. She looked so cute...

He shook the thought away as she came nearer and leaned back against the wall. "Hey." Maka nodded at him but didn't meet his eyes. Did he do something wrong? Was she mad at him? "Hey. You okay?" Realizing what was going on she straightened up and smiled. "Yeah. I'm fine!" 'Liar,' Soul thought. He could see the slight redness of her eyes, indicating that she had been crying. She then walked towards the huge double doors of the school and walked through. "Come on."

Soul understood. She was taking him home.

Home. With her...

Soul couldn't help but blush when he thought about living with her. 'Then again, apparently, I have been living with her already.' As they were walking he noticed a motorcycle sitting in the school parking lot. It was an orange, two-seater. Without even realizing it he walked over to it and began to run his hand across the bars and seat. "You like it?" Maka had noticed and stood behind him silently. Soul nodded, "Its cool."

Maka watched him run his hands across the paint job and frowned. He doesn't even remember his own bike. "Oi. Who's bike is this?" Maka snaped out of her thoughts and replied, "Its yours...remember?" Soul stared at her and looked back at the bike. Maka smiled slightly. 'He looks so cute when he looks like that...'

She stopped. What? She never called Soul cute. In fact she never thought of her partner romantically at all. After being around her father for so long she never trusted a man again.

But Soul...He was different.

Her thoughts were shattered as the engine on the bike roared to life. She looked up to see Soul looking it over from his position on the bike. He checked the gauges and revved the engine a few times. After he was satisfied he gave his signature shark-toothed grin. "Cool." Maka's eyes softened. Maybe. Just maybe...he was kinda cool...

Soul looked up at Maka and stopped grinning. "What? Is there something on my face?" She had been staring at him for a while and it kinda made him uncomfortable. Kinda. She shook her head furiously and said, "No. Its fine. I-I was just...nevermind! Are you ready?" Soul cocked his head to one side. 'Weird.' "Yeah. Lets go." He waited for her to get on the bike.

As soon as she had wraped her arms around his waist, Soul couldn't breathe. It wasn't that she held him too tightly. Actually, it was a soft grip. Just enough to keep her on the bike, but not so tight that it crushed his chest. Her head rested between his shoulder blades. He put the bike in gear and began to drive. All the way Maka gave him directions. He tried to concentrate on where he was going and not on the petite female holding him.

As they pulled up to the apartment Soul looked around. It was a fairly small apartment. They walked up the stairs and Maka unlocked the door. Soul stepped inside after Maka and was immediatly attacked by a pair of large breasts. "Wah!" He fell to the ground as a gorgeous woman lay on top of him, smothering him. He couldn't breathe. Partially because he was buried between her boobs, and partially because he was bleeding quite heavily from the nose.

'Wait. This seems familiar. But, something's supposed to happen after...' "MAKA-CHOP!" A large book made itself aquainted with the top of his skull. Soul lay on the ground holding his head and rolling on the floor. "OW! What the heck Maka!?" She just huffed and walked out of the room leaving him alone with the strange woman. "Aww! You ok Soul?!" The woman giggled. Soul looked at her. 'I thought it was just me an Maka living here.' "Who are you?" She stopped giggling. "Huh? Its me. Blair." Blair?

Another memory flooded him.

"Why don't you come with me scythe boy? I'd never get mad at you." Soul stared at this woman. "How should I know? A cool guy like me never cheats on his partner." The pain subsided and he looked back up at the woman, Blair. "I...?" Maka walked back in, fiddling with her thumbs, a small blush on her face. "Sorry."

After she had left the room, Maka had mentally kicked herself. He lost his memory 'because' of a head injury! and here she was slamming a book across his head. She just couldn't help it. After the fight they'd had with Blair, when she thought Soul had betrayed her, she would get angry whenever she saw her with him. 'but why do I always hit him...?' She sighed and walked back into the room, knowing she'd have to face him.

'What is this feeling?'

"Sorry." She couldn't help but feel embarrased at her own absent-mindedness. She was supposed to be at the top of her class but jealousy made her forget something so obvious. Jealousy. Thats what she felt. That and...

"Its fine, Maka." Soul said. He stood up and walked away from Blair, who had now assumed her cat form and began complaining about how he could remember Maka but not her. Maka hand not looked up from the floor and her bangs covered her face. He could tell she was troubled about something. He put his hand under her chin and lifted it up so he could look into her eyes. Forest green eyes met blazing crimson ones. "Maka. Whats wrong. Tell me the truth."

Maka felt a small tear escape her eyes. The truth was...she had fallen in love with him. And now, she'd lost him. The Soul standing in front of her could barely remember her name. She would have settled for 'tiny tits' at least. She couldn't move, as Soul wiped away the tear. He wanted so badly to make her feel better. But he had to regain his memory first. 'I have to make this right again. I know there's something...' Maka put her forehead against him and let the tears fall. It was too much. It hurt.

A small spark ignited between their souls.

Inside of Soul, the demon began to chuckle. "Looks like the Evans boy is begining to remember a few things." He grinned evily, "That won't do at all, now will it?" The demon left the black room through the door. The music that was usually playing was silent now. A few of the candles were out as well. "I need to put my plan into action soon. If I don't hurry, he might remember too much and resist me." With a maniacal laugh he strode through the door and it slammed shut behind him.

Soul stood there and waited. Eventually she stopped crying. He felt her weight grow heavier on his arms. He looked down. She had fallen asleep. He picked her up and walked to a room. It looked like a girls room, so he walked in and placed her under the covers. As he walked out he turned to watch her sleeping form. "I don't remember much about you. But I do know that you were important to me once." And with that, he left and closed the door.

Soul walked into the other room he assumed was his and crawled into bed. He layed there for a few minutes before sleep took him. The last thing he remembered was sitting in a black room, with a record player, and a few unlit candles. In the corner stood a small...thing. "Hello Soul."

~Next Chapter~

"B-but! Lord Death! With Soul's condition..."

"I know this place..."

"You do not realize the true power you weild. Soul Eater Evans."

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnd...La ter.