Memory Status: Lost (SoulxMaka FanFic)

Chapter 4: Soul

I'm being pulled through the streets of "Death City" by the girl who is supposedly my girlfriend. I can't deny that she's drop-dead gorgeous, with her long dirty-blonde hair and emerald green eyes. I feel bad that I don't remember her. I have a feeling that, if I hadn't lost my memory, she would be the kind of girl I would worship and love forever. But, still...

The girl, Maka they said her name is, stops in front of a one, two, three, four, five, six-story building and presses a buzzer. A second later, the door flies open. We ride the elevator up to the fifth floor and exit into a colorful hallway. She stops in front of apartment 506 and removes a key from her pocket, turning it in the lock.

I reluctantly follow her into the apartment and look around. It seems vaguely familiar, but I can't quite place from where I remember it. "Where are we?"

"Our apartment. This is where the two of us live," Maka says, a kind look plastered over her face. I look into her eyes. Without even knowing her very well, I can tell that she's harboring a deep sadness, and I assume it's because of what has happened to my memory.

We're standing in the entryway, which is just off of the kitchen and in front of the living room. There is a blue door in the kitchen and a purple door on the far side of the living room. The purple one must be hers, so that must mean that... "Is this my room?" I ask, pointing to the blue door.

She seems surprised by my question. "Uh, yeah. You remembered that?"

"Lucky guess... Didn't think I would have a purple door," I say off-handedly.

"Oh." She looks at her feet, then walks into the living room and falls onto one of the two sofas.

I slowly follow her and lower myself into an arm chair opposite Maka. She has her head buried in her knees, which she has pulled up to her chest. After a few minutes of watching her, she starts to shake. Does she know I'm still here?? I see a few sparkly tears run down her cheeks.

"Maka?"

Silence.

"Are you alright?"

Silence.

"Look, if you don't want to talk, fine, but you can't just cry until you die. That's just not how it works."

She looks up at me, her eyes red and puffy. Black mascara runs down her cheeks. Tears build up in her green eyes. "Soul? What happened last night with Sofie?"

I'm shocked. Did she seriously forget? I don't know anything! Who the hell is Sofie? "I don't know... I don't know anything..."

"Sorry... I just thought that maybe hearing your ex's name might jog a memory."

"It's fine." I glance down, trying to avoid eye contact. Something about that, though... it seems familiar. Sofie... last night... "What can you tell me about the two of us and who I am?"

She smiles, like she's thinking of a good memory. "We met four years ago, when we were just eleven. You played a song for me, saying 'This is the kind of person I am.' I guess I liked the dark and twisted song you played, because I chose you to be my weapon just afterwards. You were the first boy who I ever trusted. Before you, and even now, I had a difficult time trusting any men because of all of the cheating my father did when he was with my mother.

"Two years ago, we had come close to meeting our goal of ninety-nine evil human souls and one witch's soul, but we ended up slaying Blair the cat instead. Speaking of the feline, where is she?"

As if on cue, a purple cat with lavender furry ears walks into the room. "Nya!" It says and disappears into a cloud of purple-pink smoke. When it clears, a young woman with purple hair and yellow eyes stands in her place, wearing only a bikini-like top and short-shorts. "How was your guys' day?"

Maka hangs her head. "Don't ask. I'll tell you later, but can you give us a little while?"

The cat-woman growls. "Fine." And, swaying her hips, she leaves the living room.

A trickle of blood runs out of my nose, and Maka gives me a death look. "What?"

"Memory or not, you'll always get turned on by her, won't you?" she grumbles.

I contemplate asking about what she means, but decide against it. I have a feeling that, before I lost my memory, something had gone on between me and Blair that had annoyed Maka. "Is there anything else that I should know about the two of us or my life in general?"

"Well, as I said, we're one of the best weapon-meister pairings at the DWMA because we match soul wavelengths so well. Just two years ago, we could barely work as a team, and now we're to the point where we can practically pull off Witch Hunter in our sleep. The only thing we have a difficult time mastering is Genie Hunter, but we're getting pretty good at even that."

"Witch Hunter? Genie Hunter?" I ask.

"They're super skills of the scythe meister." She sighs. "And about our personal lives... We're very different, if you couldn't tell that already. I'm studious, and you're laid-back. That's what makes us such a good team; we're polar opposites. Up until this morning, you were dating Sofie, a Demon Spear. You guys were, no matter how much it hurts to admit it, a pretty cute couple. As soon as you broke up with Sofie, we had an understanding that we would be a couple."

"How did us becoming a couple come into play? It seems like we shouldn't be dating because we're partners..."

Her eyes get wide, and she jumps. "That's another thing about us... we're not like a normal weapon-meister pair should be. We've sort of just played by our own rules since I defeated the Kishin and took my own path. And how we came to be a couple? Well, that's sort of a long story. Are you sure you wanna hear it now? It's a lot to take in."

"Yeah. The more I can learn, the faster I can get back to normal... whatever normal is in this twisted place." I lean back, getting comfortable.

And Maka dives into the story of the past two days, from me kissing Sofie, to her going off on me, to me kissing her. The only thoughts going through my head were How could I have been such an idiot? Oblivious to her feelings like that! No wonder she was so upset!

Maka seems nice enough, and she's gorgeous, but... I don't love her... I don't know her well enough to love her... "Maka?"

She looks into my eyes, and I have a feeling that she knows what I'm about to say. I can see sparkly tears starting to form in anticipation and anxiety.

"I... I really don't want to hurt you, and I especially don't want to hurt our partnership, especially because we're supposedly really good partners... But I can't date someone I just met, even if I have known you for four years. I'm so sorry, Maka... But, until I can remember everything on my own..." I trail off when I see the first tear come down her cheek. "I'm sorry."

"You d-don't need to be sorry, Soul. It's not your fault you lost your memory and can't remember me," she says, standing up as another tear runs down her face. "I'm gonna head to my room. I'll see you around dinner time. I'm sure you'll figure everything about our apartment soon enough." And with that, she left me to fend for myself.

I stand and walk to the kitchen, hoping for some salmon. As if the fridge were reading my mind, two pieces of salmon, pre-cut, wait for me. I chow down and return to my spot on the arm chair, thinking about what I can do. Nothing that Maka had told me rang any bells in my head.

After several minutes, I start to hear soft sobs from behind the purple door. I want to help her, but I have a feeling that, without my memory, I wouldn't be much help to her. I sit in silence, listening to my supposed partner cry, and eventually it becomes too much.

I check that I have my phone and wallet, and I walk out of the apartment without telling Maka.