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Remember Me

Bittersweet Symphony

                “Hey Soul…”

                “Yeah, Maka?”

They were lying on the couch watching TV together. She was laying between his legs, her head resting on his chest and his arms wrapped around her torso. She was idly twiddling with his fingers. He didn’t mind and he was actually basking in the affection while watching the game.

“Will you remember me tomorrow?”

He raised an eyebrow at her.

“What are you talking about? Of course I will.”

“Will you remember me next week?”

“Maka-“

“Just answer,” she giggled.

“Okay… Yes.”

“Will you remember me in a month?”

“Yeah…” What is she up to, he wondered.

“Will you remember me in a year?”

“Maka, you know I couldn’t forget you even if I tried.”

She smiled at him.

“Knock, knock.”

“Who’s there?”

She gave him a pouty face.

“Awww, you forgot me already.”

He laughed so hard. He couldn’t believe he’d fallen for such a lame-ass joke. He pulled her closer to him and planted a kiss on her lips. He growled in her ear in that sexy voice he sometimes uses.

“I’ll show you how well I remember you.”

And he dove in for another kiss.

She dodged it, jumping up and out of his arms.

“You’ll have to come and catch me first.”

“Oh no, you don’t. I’m gonna get you.”

And he ran after her. He caught up to her in their now shared bedroom. They play wrestle on the bed for several minutes until he finally “forces” her down. Though he’s pretty sure she lets him win these little games. Powerful weapon though he was, she was the meister who’d made him. They kiss and touch and just make out for what seems like hours just enjoying each other. He was about to push for more intimacy but Maka stopped him. She held his face between her palms and stared him straight in the eyes, a sad smile on her face.

“I’m so close, Soul.”

“Maka…”

“You just have to come and get me.”

“But Maka…”

“Please, Soul, bring me home.”

And she kissed him…

“Hey, Soul, wake up! You’re gonna be late for the party!”

He shot straight up in his bed. Disorientation lay like a fog over his mind.

“Where… Oh my God. I must have fallen asleep.”

He ran his fingers through his hair, shaking out the white locks. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep; he’d just been meandering about tossing the dusty sheets and clothing in the wash and unpacking what he’d had with him. He’d only lain down for a second.

Guess he didn’t realize how tired he’d been.

“That dream…”

His voice shook ever so slightly. He closed his eyes and ran a hand over his face as though trying to rid himself of the images. He’d lost count of how many dreams like that he’d had in the last two years. He couldn’t understand it. They would start out as memories. Memories, they were so clear in his mind. He could remember each and every single one, every single detail, like it had happened just yesterday, but in these dreams, something would shift and suddenly the memory didn’t line up anymore. The things she would say…

“Soul! Come on. You’re gonna be late.”

“Blair?” he questioned.

“Of course, silly. Nyan…”

The magical cat pushed her way through the cracked bedroom door, and scampered across the floor to jump straight into the startled weapon’s lap right on top of a very sensitive area.

“Ah! Blair!”

“Mrawr!!!”

He jumped out of bed sending the small feline flying through the air to land at the foot of the bed. Keeping the sheet tight around his, Soul shook himself of the pain. He stood, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and the sheet, chest heaving at the outrageous wake up call.

Remind him again why he kept that damn cat around.

“Damn it, Blair.”

She just laughed at him.

“Aw, I’m sorry, Soul. Did Soul-kun have a naughty dream?”

He turned bright red in embarrassment - an emotion that would be quickly followed by anger.

“That’s none of your business!” he shouted. “Now will you get out of my room!?”

“Awwww, but Soul, I haven’t seen you in four months. Blair missed Soul. It gets so lonely around here without him.”

Soul sighed, before walking over and laying a hand on her head and scratching behind her ear.

“You’re pouting, ya know.”

She started purring.

“I didn’t expect you to be here.”

“I don’t work today.” She shook off his hand and jumped onto his shoulder. “So about this dream of yours. It sounded like you were having quite a bit of fun.”

Soul shook his head walking out of the room and into the apartment.

“Never you mind, Blair.”

“Aw, come on. Soul can tell Blair. She won’t laugh.”

She jumped onto the counter and curled in on herself.

“No, I don’t think so,” he said pulling a water bottle out of the fridge and taking a long drink. One good thing about keeping the cat around as a roommate/pet was she took care of the apartment while he was gone on missions.

Blair was quiet for several moments (never a good thing when dealing with cats) before she spoke. Her words sounded a little tentative.

“Was she in it?”

The male visibly tensed in response. He closed his eyes and lowered the water bottle, letting out a huge sigh. She couldn’t see his face when she had asked as he was facing away from her. It happened every time she came up in conversation. Soul would freeze and shut himself off from anyone around him. When he didn’t respond after several moments, the feline drew the conclusion that he wasn’t going to answer her at all.

“Yeah…”

“A memory?”

“Kind of… At first it was, but then she’s starts saying things that I know she’s never said. Weird stuff like how I need to find her or go and get her. Stuff that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Oh. Do you think it might mean something?”

“It’s just a dream, Blair. No hidden meanings behind that.”

The cat looked on sadly as he set the water bottle down on the counter and began heading toward the bathroom for a shower. She called out to him one last time.

“You don’t really believe that, do you, Soul.”

It wasn’t a question, more an observation.

He halted at the bathroom door. The twenty-year-old’s hand clenched the doorframe in a vice grip. His knuckles turned white, and he could almost imagine hearing the wood splinter under his fingers.

Blair just watched.

“I know it’s stupid of me,” he bit out finally. “But when I wake up from those dreams, it doesn’t feel like she’s gone.”

Having said that, he moved forward into the bathroom and closed the door. Ridding himself of his boxers, he stepped into the shower. The hot water ran over his muscles loosening the knots and tension that had built up over the last couple months. The steam cleared away any remaining effects of the Russian frost from his lungs and sinuses. Soap suds mixed with water gliding over corded muscle, and Soul allowed himself to let go for just a few minutes in the privacy of his bathroom.

~*~

“Black Star!!! Did you fix up the living room?” chimed Tsubaki as she puttered around in the kitchen making all of the final touch ups to their dinner.

                “I got it, Tsubaki!”

“Liz, Patti! Did you two remember to wrap the gift we got for Soul?”

“Yeah, Kidd,” called Liz from Tsubaki and Black Star’s room.

“Is it neatly done?!”

“Gee, I don’t know… Why don’t you tell me? You’re the one who’s OCD!”

Kidd was already walking in to pass judgment on the sisters’ handiwork from the patio where he’d been setting up some decorations. Patti held in her hands a garment gift box that had been neatly wrapped in light blue paper and tied with a darker blue ribbon.

“What do you think, Kidd?” the young weapon asked holding up the parcel.

“Hmm…”

The ribbon looked a bit off.

Without causing a commotion, the young reaper silently undid and retied the offending article and stepped back to admire the perfection.

“Perfect.”

“Great, now can we eat?” sighed Liz as she set down their gift beside the smaller neatly wrapped box already on the bed from Black Star and Tsubaki.

“In a few more minutes, Liz-chan. Besides we have to wait for Soul-kun.”

It was 7:55, and the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” called Patti as she bounced over to the door.

Throwing the door open revealed Ox, Kim, and Kilik with their weapons by their sides. Tsubaki, having just removed her apron, scurried over telling them all to come on into the living room. Greetings were exchanged as the six settled themselves around the designated room where Black Star was already lounging on the sofa. He got up to share a fist punch with Kilik while the twins looked on from their meister’s shoulders. Though they had grown in the last few years, Kilik was still more than big enough to hold them one in each arm in their human forms.

“Black Star, my man. How’s it hanging, pal?”

“Not too bad at all, Kil, and yourself?”

“I’m good. We’re all good,” he laughed gesturing to his whole team. “Now, where is the man of the hour, himself? I haven’t seen Soul since God knows when.”

“He’s not here yet,” Tsubaki answered as she walked into the living room, a tray full of ice filled glasses and a pitcher of lemonade in her hands. “But it’s barely eight. He might be a little late.”

Black Star snorted.

“Well he’s got about ten minutes before I head out to track him down and drag him back here myself.”

“Glad to inform you that won’t be necessary.”

Everyone turned at the lazy drawled coming from the door, and there stood Soul dressed simply in a purple button-down shirt and black slacks with a black tie and belt finishing the ensemble. His beaten up jacket hung over his shoulder.

“Soul, you bastard! You’re late,” yelled Black Star getting up and heading over the other male.

“Whatever, Black Star,” he smirked as they traded a high five at the threshold.

“Soul!”

“What’s up!”

“How’ve ya been, man?”

“How long’s it be?”

“Where were you off to this time?”

Pats on the back, hugs, a few air kisses from the girls… It was an amazing welcome home. Soul couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Kilik, Ox, and the rest of them all together. It was bittersweet.

That’s when Patti bounded into the room from the kitchen.

“Yay, Soul’s here. Let’s eat!”

And they did. Tsubaki outdid herself on this one. The food had been delicious, and the conversation never broke as the young adults sat around the living room. Catching up on what had been happening with each other and reminiscing on old times. Someone brought up Tsubaki’s tardiness in being released from the Book of Eibon’s Lust chapter[i], inspiring a good laugh at the chief’s expense, but she took it all in stride. Kim and Ox announced their engagement, much to everyone’s delight, and Kim assured everyone that they would all be receiving their invitations to the wedding that was only two months away in due time.

It was a great festive environment. After the girls and a reluctant Black Star had cleared away the plates, Liz pulled out a deck of cards and the poker games started. Someone had suggested strip poker (ehem, Black Star) but the idea was quickly squashed by everyone else. The game got loud real quick.

“Hahaha. You’re meek hand doesn’t stand a chance against my godliness.”

“A Full House! That’s most unsymmetrical thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Ahaha. I win, I win.” “Patricia, sit down. You’re giving a show.” “Weenie!”

“Thunder, Fire!” whined Kilik at one point. “Are you two cheating?”

“Read ‘em and weep.” “Not cool, Soul.”

And so the time passed until Harvar finally looked at the clock noticing it was already 11.

“Oh, shoot. We’ve got to go, guys. We leave for a mission early tomorrow morning.”

“That’s right, we have to catch a 6 am flight to Austrailia,” exclaimed Ox getting up to follow the visor wearing demon spear. Kilik reaches over and taps Soul across the chest in a friendly manner getting up with Fire and Thunder before standing and following his teammates to the door.

“It’s been great.”

“Thanks for coming you guys. Are you sure you don’t want to take any dessert for the road?”

“Aw thanks, Tsubaki but we’re good. Dinner was fantastic,” said Kim giving the weapon a hug.

“We should do this more often,” said Jackie. “It’s been so long since all of Spartoi got together like this.”

Tsubaki smiled politely as she closed the door behind the brunette.

Jackie couldn’t be blamed. She had meant well. It wasn’t her fault at all. She didn’t even realize the tension that built up in Soul’s muscles at her statement. They could all feel it. That deep melancholy… That bitter sensation that would flood the death scythe’s aura whenever something reminded him of her… The evening had felt like they were all back together again. And Jackie had been right to a degree. The first generation of Spartoi had been together again for the first time in ages. All save one.

The silence was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“Dessert?!”

Thank God for Patti and her innate ability to lighten the mood. She jumped out of her seat and practically dove into the kitchen.

Black Star slapped a hand on Soul shoulder but called over to Kidd.

“Hey, Kidd, why don’t we show Soul what we got for him before dessert?”

“Excellent idea! Liz, come with me.”

Crimson eyes widened at the blue-haired meister.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, it was nothing much, buddy. Consider them late birthday presents.”

“Black Star,” he growled.

“Oh, come off it, Soul,” scolded Liz. “We’ve barely seen you three times in the last year.”

And she threw the wrapped packages onto Soul’s lap just as Tsubaki and Patti reentered the room with coffee and dessert in hand. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what to do. He just kind of stared at the simply wrapped parcels in his lap.

“Go on, Soul. Open them,” said Tsubaki.

“You guys really shouldn’t have.”

“We wanted to,” explained Kidd.

“Come on, man! Hurry up and open them so we can have dessert.”

Soul shot the other male a look before conceding to the wishes of his friends and opening the first package. It was from Black Star and Tsubaki. Ripping apart the paper revealed a small stack of 5 records. Soul glanced quickly between the pair before investigating the pile. The first was a contemporary piano record that featured various well known artists. The other two were punk records by more recent groups. The last two of the albums were vintage jazz records.

It was these albums that had Soul speechless.

“How did you find these?”

Tsubaki just smiled at the look of wonderment on Soul’s face.

“Tsubaki and I were in New York a couple months back. Found an old music store that was closing down. We went in to poke around a bit and ended up talking to the owner. Nice old guy. We told him we had a friend who liked listening to jazz and he pulled these out from his backroom. Said we should give these to you.”

“These were never republished and almost impossible to find.”

“Please! Nothing is impossible for this guy.”

“Thank you both,” he finally said giving Tsubaki a hug and Black Star a pat on the back.

“Okay, Soul! Now ours!” yelled Patti.

He took the other present. Careful, not to make a mess (he was keeping an eye on Kidd), he opened the box to reveal a brand new black leather jacket. Soul’s jaw dropped open. It was one he’d been looking into buying not too long ago when his old black one got destroyed beyond repair. Not wanting to spend the money, he’d settled on the dark grey one he’d worn on the way over here.

“I remember you mentioned that your old jacket got a little battered on one of your missions the last time you were here,” inserted Kidd. “We thought you might need a new one”

“Very cool. Thanks man. Liz, Patti.”

“Oh, don’t thank me. The girls picked it out.”

“What can we say? We got a good eye.”

“I thought we had four good eyes, nee-chan?”

“It’s a figure of speech Patti…” Liz rolled her eyes at her sister before turning back to Soul. “Well, what are you waiting for? Try it on. Let’s see if it fits.”

Soul stood and did as requested. His face lit up with a sharp smile. It fit perfectly, not too tight and not too loose.

“You guys are great,” he said pulling Patti into a hug.

“It looks good on you,” said Liz as she too accepted a hug.

Soul and Kidd shared a nod. Then Soul spoke up.

“So, who’s cutting the cake?”

~*~

“So how goes missions?”

Kidd had pulled him out on to the patio while the others staying inside making idle chatter. Soul immediately took his place leaning against one of the support beams that held up the outside roof while Kidd took a position opposite him with his back against the column. Soul was looking out into the night. Kidd was looking at Soul.

“Eh, can’t really complain.”

“And Blair, how’s she doing? Have you seen her yet?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen her. She’s doing as good as usual.”

“Have you gotten yourself settled?”

“Yeah, look, Kidd cut the small talk, will you? What did you want to talk to me about?”

It was almost midnight, and Soul was quite ready to be heading home for the night. He just needed Kidd to get on with it, so he could politely – or not so politely – brush off the concern and move on with his life.

“You know we worry about you, Soul.”

He sighed. He knew this would be coming.

“None of you need to be worrying about me.”

“Well, we do. You’re taking on too many missions, dangerous ones. What if something happens to you?”

“That’s my job as a Death Scythe, Kidd. You know that better than anyone.”

“That may be true, but you’re doing too much. If you don’t cut this out, you’re going to end up dead or worse.”

“I think you’re overreacting a bit on this, Kidd.”

“I am not. We’ve all been thinking the same thing for the last two years.”

“Well all of you need to just chill, alright. It’s not that big of a deal.”

Death the Kidd shoved his hands in his pocket taking a deep breath before continuing. Soul didn’t seem to be on edge yet. In fact, he was playing it as cool as he usually did, but this conversation could turn ugly really quickly if Soul didn’t keep that cool.

“Soul, we don’t want to end up burying another friend.”

There it was. The tensing of all of Soul’s muscles, an indicative sign of the weapon’s internal agony. He didn’t speak though, so Kidd continued.

“You aren’t the only one who lost her.”

Soul’s teeth were clenching.

“We’ve all suffered. We all miss her. We were all angry. We found the kishin egg soul resting harmless on a ledge, yet we couldn’t even find her body. Couldn’t even find her soul… All we found was her torn up cloak, and I know you’re angry about that. But you’re still torturing yourself over her death. You need to stop this. It’s been two years, Soul. You have your whole life ahead of you. You need to move on.”

His hand curled into a fist.

“Start living your life again. It’s what she would have wanted you to do. It’s what Maka would want.”

Soul moved. Kidd didn’t flinch when the death scythe’s fist made contact with the pillar right next to his head. Kidd was fully prepared to be punched. One simply did not use Maka’s name in conversation. Especially around Soul.

“Shut up,” he growled. “You don’t understand anything!”

After taking a deep breath, Soul took several steps back.

“Soul,” called Kidd.

“Look, I know you mean well, but you can never understand. What if it had been Liz or Patti? How would you feel?”

“I would probably feel a lot like you do now.”

Crimson burned into amber.

“But I wouldn’t let it destroy me. You can’t let Maka’s death rule your life.”

Red eyes widened before looked off to the side.

“Move forward, Soul. And for Death’s sake live. Maka wouldn’t want to see you alone. She wouldn’t want to see you suffer like this, and I can promise you that where ever she is, she doesn’t blame you. She never would.”

“You don’t know that.”

“But I do. Because I knew Maka. Just like I know you.” He ran a hand through his hair before continuing. “Take a break. Go on a date. Remember what if feels like to live. Maybe one day you’ll find a new meister. A new partner to help you and stand by you. That’s what you need.”

Soul shook his head and walked toward the patio doors to reenter the living room. One hand on the doorknob, the other shoved deep into a pocket, Soul looked back at Kidd.

“Listen, because I’m only going to say this once.”

It was Kidd’s turned to widen his eyes in shock.

“I loved Maka. I loved her more than life itself, and I can never forget her. There will never be another person for me like her. And I can promise you that aside from you or your father, I will never take another meister.”

Kidd’s eyes softened.

“Stop worrying about me. I’m alive, and I intend to stay that way for her. I won’t give up on her.”

There was something in the way Soul finished that sentence that didn’t sit well with Kidd. Amber eyes widen with realization as to what his friend had been holding onto for the last two years.

“You aren’t honestly telling me you think she’s still alive.”

“Just stay out of it Kidd.”

The shinigami was starting to panic now.

“No one could have survived that fall! It’s impossible.”

“Look, does it really matter what I think?”

“But Soul, you can’t keep holding onto false-“

“Shut up, Kidd. Shut up because you have no idea what it feels like to lose the one thing that matters most to you. Just leave it alone,” he finished. His jaw set and his shoulders held in a confidant stance. “It was nice talking to you, Kidd, but I best be heading home. It’s late.”

And with that he walked into the living room, bid goodbye to everyone, gathered his belongings, and left the party, no doubt heading for home. And just as Soul Eater Evans walked out the front door, Kidd entered the living room.

“How’d it go?” inquired an anxious Patti.

Kidd sighed.

“I don’t know… At least he didn’t punch me.”

Black Star gave an accepting snort.

“Well that’s gotta count for something.”

Kidd face faulted.

~*~

She‘d never felt anything more perfect in her life. His lips on her skin, his hands on her hips, his body moving in and around her, it was all so perfect. Her fingertips dug into his back on a particularly hard thrust, one hand snaking its way into his frost colored hair. She pulled him up for a heated kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist.

She was calling out a name, but for some reason she couldn’t hear herself.

Suddenly his mouth was on her neck sucking and nipping with those sharp teeth. She arches into him pulling him deeper into her body. Then his lips are at her ear, murmuring and whispering to her, but still she cannot hear his voice.

She pushes at his chest, flipping them over. Her lips meet his again in a soul searing kiss. As she pulls back to continue moving over this amazing stranger, her eyes meet the darkest of crimson. And they move just like that until she screams her pleasure to the smirking moon.

Thousands of miles away from Death City, Nevada, Maristela Velasquez wakes from her slumber with a gasp.

“Oh my God,” she murmurs. Her hand reaches up to wipe the sweat from her brow. Her skin is hot to the touch, and her heart is racing at what must be a thousand miles per hour. He body is hot and achy, her muscles tense as though they just finished pushing her to the finish line of a long marathon, and her breathing is erratic, completely uneven. She looks up at the bleeding moon as a heavy sigh passes her lips.

She closes her eyes again trying to catch her breath.

The vision of the man from her dream is burned into her retina. She can still feel his hands on her as though they are embedded on the surface of her skin. She aches for him, yearns for this stranger who she doesn’t remember ever meeting, yet she thinks she knows this man far better than she thinks. This midnight visitor that haunted her dreams and fantasies. A phantom from an unknown past trying to wiggle its way into her bedroom at night, invading her dreams and turning her into a pile of want and lust.

She shakes her head harshly as though warding off anymore demons.

“It’s just a dream,” she whispers to herself. “Just a dream, Mari.”

She lies back down, snuggling deep under the covers. The effects of the dream have worn off, and she feels considerably better, but one thought hovers on the border of her consciousness.

“Just a dream… but why did it feel so real?”

TBC

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[i] Manga Spoiler – In the Lust Chapter, all the characters switched gender. After leaving the chapter, they returned to their normal genders at a rate determined by how lustful the character was. Tsubaki was the last one to turn back.
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