Gopher

The day had strangely changed from sunny to stormy in a matter of minutes. Gopher struggled with keeping the green book safe from the terror from above. He ran as fast as possible, forgetting that he could fly, because he knew Maka and possibly Soul, and possibly more would be coming after him soon.

The boy approached the protective trees, covering him, and the book from the rain. Pages were falling out, and a few words were being smeared. Gopher occasionally looked down to the book to make sure it was still in good shape. With every drop, every second, and every minute, the book's condition was lowered.

The sound of running, not far behind. It could have been Maka, or simply the echo of his own, but he had no time to find out. If only this were to succeed, just this one little thing, perhaps everything would be fixed. Perhaps he could have a brother. Perhaps he could be like. Perhaps people would finally appreciate him. All he had to do was fix everything, and maybe he would be accepted and feel no guilt.

But no matter how easy it sounded, there were always issues. All of them ran through his head at one point.

"Why did you take my diary?" Maka asked in one of the many situations Gopher imagined.

"I knew it would fix everything."

"What do you mean by 'fix?" She asked, soon to find out the truth.

That's where he would end that scene, or at least try. He may have been able to fly, but he was still only human, his mind would be consumed by greed or guilt, want and need, vengeance or justice.

"I-I may have been the one who broke Kid," He would imagine himself saying if the nightmare continued. The next part, he couldn't imagine. How would Maka react? That, he was certain of, just what she would say, he didn't know.

He imagined her killing him, ripping his body apart, piece-by-piece, with his blood flowing anywhere, because frankly, Maka didn't care. She would lose her trust in him. He tried to stop, the thought scared him. Weeks ago, he thought he couldn't manage without Noah, but now, he was certain he couldn't manage without Maka

What was this? An attraction? If it was, he strangely felt no guilt for wanting her, even though she longed for someone else.

His run continued, with echoes far behind, little did he know that the feet he ran from were the sounds of his own.

Maka

"And, I have just no idea what happened there, he just ran out the door, shouting 'I'm sorry Maka! I've got to borrow your diary!' He seemed normal up to then. What could have caused this?" Maka said, finishing the story she had just told to Nygus.

"I'm not sure, he obviously has a motive he feels very strongly about. Especially if it went to the extent of him running away with something as personal as your diary."

"You know, it kinda reminds me of the night Kid died."
"Oh really? Why?"
"Well, both times, I wasn't around to see the true motive as to why the two simply ran off like that. And also, we haven't seen him since."
"Well, it has only been around five hours." A short pause, "I know it may be a little late, but since we're already on the topic, about Kid's death, I noticed something strange in his note to you." Nygus laid the months-old note on to the table, and pointed to the seventh line. "What pill is he talking about?"

"What do you mean? You're the one who gave him the pill to restore his memories."
"I never gave Kid any pills. Such medicine does not exist, nothing but himself or friends could bring his memories back."
"Then, what was that pill?"

"For now, all we can assume is that someone gave it to him. We recently got a report from a shy witness stating that on the night before Kid was found in the library, a boy was seen braking into the house. The man followed, despite the danger. When they had gotten to the DWMA, he stayed outside, and after a few minutes, saw the boy flying out of a window, and gas was seeping out of there. The boy then opened the window, and more gas came out. The man claims to have inhaled some and experienced short-term memory loss.

"With that kind of information, we now know someone wanted Kid to lose his memory, it was no slip, no hit, no nothing. All planned. We can simply assume that that boy was the one who gave him the pill, and what else can we assume? This: it killed him immediately and the boy took the body and left you the note. Sadly, this is all we have, so we can't just go accusing anyone." Nygus concluded.

"So, this was all set up? Someone purposefully killed Kid? It wasn't suicide? That person also pained us by having to watch our friend as an amnesiac, and then commit suicide? Who would be cruel enough to do such a thing?"
"Only one person comes to mind."
"Who?"
"The cruelest man wandering the country:" Nygus looked Maka in the eyes. "Kai."

Hiya! Next chapter somethings will be explained, but it may take awhile... Finals are next week and I have to study, AND there are two huge projects to work on.

Anyways, what do you guys think? Thanks for reading this far! It really means a lot to me! I was surprised my story is actually doing as good as it is. I honestly thought I was posting crap for awhile. Oh well, Please review, etc, etc. Please follow and favorite if you like it, and keep an eye out for this, cause the shocking ending is coming soon. I think... I dunno... I might end up squeezing more plot in, but oh well, just expect the ending in like a few chapters. (Keyword: few.)