Memory Status: Lost (SoulxMaka FanFic)

Chapter 6: Maka

A/N: This chapter took me forever to write because depression sucks and I haven't seen my best friend in four weeks and yeah. I was also really sad when I wrote it, so it's a bit depressing. It's also, like, really short. Like only 450-ish words. I'll probably come back and edit it later and add on more. I just feel like shit right now, so... I don't know. So I hope you like it... ~Stephanie

It is not until Soul has slammed his door shut that I risk leaving my room. 

I call for him when he goes missing, and he doesn't say as much as an "I'm sorry." ...Not that I gave him much chance, since I just slapped him and went back to my room. He probably hates me. What did he do? Where was he for the last four hours?  

I open my door and gently close it. 

I quietly pad over to the freezer and grab a choclate-dipped frozen banana that I'd made earlier. I chow down, then settle down in front of the television. I don't turn it on though. I just sit in the dark and think.

After several minutes of trying to think of something--anything--to get my mind off of Soul, his door creaks open.

"Hey," I croak. When did my voice get all hoarse? 

He gives me a half-hearted wave and goes to the kitchen. I hop up from my spot on the couch and follow Soul.

"What's going on, Soul?"

He looks at me like, Seriously? "Oh, I don't know. Maybe I just lost my memory, have no idea who the hell you are, and am completely and utterly lost with how my life is supposed to be reality. People are not supposed to turn into weapons. Demons and witches are fictional. That's how the world works. This--" He motions to Death City as a whole. "--is not reality. This isn't supposed to be real. So, yeah, maybe I am in a pissy mood. Deal with it," he snaps.

I swallow and take a step back. He doesn't believe me... Dammit. "Soul... you know me... don't you...? Please, just tell me this is all a dream and that we're alright and that I'm just overtired..." I sniffle as tears form in my eyes. "Because if this is real, I'm not sure how I'm supposed to deal with it. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and I don't know..." I look into his eyes.

They're bored and totally unsympathetic. This isn't Soul. Not the Soul I know. 

"Say something!" I shout.

Soul shrugs his shoulders. "Maka, I'm sure that before this happened, I was the best thing that happened to you." He chuckles. Typical Soul. "But I'm not the Soul you knew. And I'm not sure I ever will be."

My heart stops. He didn't just say that... He doesn't mean that... right? RIGHT?! "Soul..." I take another few steps backwards out of the kitchen, where Soul has pulled out a piece of salmon. 

His eyes are cold and are not understanding in the least. A lump in my throat grows. I slowly shake my head and dash to my bedroom.

I slam my bedroom door and collapse into a ball on my bed. Soul...