The Boy Without Memories

The third night came quickly, and The Boy Without Memories decided he would go and see what the boy really wanted. It was just too great of an offer. It was obvious what the offer was going to be.

"I see you came," said Gopher.

"Yeah, I did."

"I can see you trust me."

"Well, I don't know who to trust right now. I just came to see your offer."

"Of course," Gopher pulled out a yellow pill. "This should restore your memories."

"Should it? Then why hasn't the academy given me one?"

"Because these can only restore your real memories. As I told you before, they're lying to you," he handed it to The Boy Without Memories. "Take it before the end of the month, a week from now. Meet me back here then, if you took it."

When he got back to the apartment, he went to his room and put the bright, yellow pill on the desk. He went back to bed, but didn't sleep. He waited for morning, and went to the kitchen. He found Maka there.

"Good morning," she said

"Good morning," he repeated. Silence was all that was left after that.

Maka

As they walked to school, she was holding back tears. It pained Maka every time she saw the amnesiac Kid. Everyday when they arrived, Kid stayed with Maka. It was obvious he only trusted her, but it was also very obvious he still didn't know her. The last time anyone else heard something from him was back on the first day, when he pretended to have memories in the infirmary. Maka insisted that he talked, but then he would just talked to her.

He seemed to be focused on something else, he was never paying attention. Everyday that passed was the same. And with everyday that passed, her friend seemed less and less lifeless. Repeating the same routine, never talking, it just wasn't healthy. The same excuse was used everyday.

"Kid, why don't you talk to anyone any more?"

"I don't feel like it. I have nothing to say."

A few passed until Maka finally decided to force Kid to spend time with their friends. She went into his room.

"Kid, we're-" a bright yellow caught her eye on the desk. She walked over and picked it up.

"What is this?" She said, holding the pill.

"That," he lied, "That's a pill Nygus gave me to restore my memories."

"Why haven't you taken it yet?"

"Because, what if it doesn't work? What if it gives me false memories? What if it's some sort of a trap? What if it kills me? I don't want to take that chance."

"How long have you had this?" She began to tear up.

"Seven days."

"I'm starting to think that you just don't care! That you want nothing to do with us!"

"What do you mean?"

"You refuse to talk with everyone, you refuse to spend time with everyone, and you refuse to get your memories back! Even after they're served to you on a silver platter! You, you're such a jerk!" She shouted. She ran out of the apartment. As she ran through the streets, she was crying.

The Boy Without Memories

He felt like he did the worst by not having taken the pill yet. Gopher had said these pills could only restore real memories. He would find out who the real liar was. Maka had stormed off hours ago, and he felt he owed it to her to get his memories back.

He picked up the pill. As he was putting it in his mouth, a strange urge told him not to do it. He pushed the voice away. It was only his fears of losing Maka. Or so he thought. He swallowed.

Death the Kid

Once again, the lost mind was dreaming. He dreamt of the lost boy picking up the pill. He had no control.

"Don't do it!" Kid screamed.

It was too late. The pill was swallowed. He felt himself being erased. Gone. Just like that. Gone.

Kai

The memories filled his mind. He remembered everything. Everything the pill told him to remember, that is. He remembered growing up with his younger brother Gopher. He remembered always being pushed to the ground by everyone, especially by the DWMA. He would always stick up for his brother. He remembered the only two people he could trust: Gopher… and Noah. He remembered Noah taking them in. Them finally having power. It all came.

All the lies. All the hatred. All in that instant.

"So Maka was the liar." He said. He was angry. And he finally knew how to get back. With a pen, some paper, and lies, he left a note. With that, he walked out. Kid, now Kai walked away.

Gopher

He stood in behind the apartment building waiting for Kid. Scratch that, waiting for Kai. A figure could be seen from a distance, walking his way.

"Let's go home, Gopher." Kai said.

Maka

She had been at a park for the past few hours, alone. Once it was getting dark, she left to go home. Maka figured she shouldn't put so much stress on Kid. He had been questioning everything for a while. It was wrong of her to accuse Kid of not caring.

He has absolutely no reference, so it's only right of him to question everyone. She thought.

She opened the door.

"Kid! Kid, I'm sorry."

No response

"Kid are you here?"

The air carried no sound.

"Kid?"

And there stood the note. On the table.

It seems all I

can do is hurt

people like this.

I've decided to end this.

Obviously, my memories

aren't coming back.

I took the pill and nothing.

Tell everyone I said

goodbye.

"Kid… He didn't… No… He couldn't have…" Her face was wet once again. Trails of salty water reached her chin.

"Kid!" She screamed into the night.

She ran to Gallows Manor to find Soul, who was staying there while kid stayed at their apartment. With the note in hand and tears falling, she finally made it. When she knocked, Soul answered. She had decided to only tell Soul, it may be too much for Liz and Patti right now.

"Maka? Maka, what wrong?" Soul asked.

"Are Liz and Patti here?"

"Yeah, why?"

"We can't talk here then. Come with me."

They walked to the park, now abandoned. The moonlight reflected on the metal armrests of the benches and the air was still.

"What is it, Maka?"

"This," she handed him the note. Soul read it quickly.

"No," He said. "How could this be?"

"It's my fault. I rushed him too much. I found a pill that could restore his memories in his room, and he told me that he had it for a week. I got angry that he wouldn't have tried it yet, and yelled at him and accused him of not caring. I ran out, and I came back and found this note."

"Maka, he may not be dead, you know, we can go find out."

At the Death Room, Maka showed the note to Lord Death.

"Oh dear," said Lord Death.

"Could you look for his soul?"

"Of course." Lord Death tried to locate the soul, but there was nothing.

"I, I can't find his soul."

"Does that mean…?"

"I'm afraid so."

They had given Lord Death some time alone to recover from what they thought had happened. As they walked home in the rain, it was silent, until:

"I can't believe he would just leave us like that," said Maka.

"Maka, I don't believe it either. Nor will anyone else. But as much as I would hate to say it, we'll need to move on."

"Soul,"

"Maka, we have to, we can't just live on and focus on this for months."

Maka began to cry again. Soul hugged her. They stood together in the rain for an hour.

Author's Note: I actually had the first three chapters written for weeks... now I just gotta figure out chapter four... Anyways, please review! It only takes a minute, and it'll make me smile!