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Remember Me

Lost Angels

“Hey, sis, Soul’s supposed to get back today!”

“That’s right. I’d forgotten.”

Liz and Patti were lounging on the roof of Shibusen. The sisters sat in a thoughtful silence each one focusing all of their attention to their assigned task: twenty-one year old Liz was flipping through a fashion magazine and Patti, now eighteen, was going through an old photo album. Her hand paused on a picture taken a little more than two years ago.

It was a photo of the seven of them all together on an assignment to a tropical island off the coast of Mexico. They had taken the first day to investigate the area and find any leads as to the whereabouts of the kishin. Even though Maka had been against it initially, they had decided to relax a bit by the seaside before sundown. Everyone was dressed in their vacation attire, Black Star and Soul both wearing brightly colored swim trunks while Kidd kept to a nice and respectable white pair of shorts and grey wife-beater. The girls were also dressed in beachwear. The twin pistols wore string bikinis that would complement each other’s at Kidd’s insistence. Tsubaki had chosen a tasteful but flattering blue one-piece for the day, and Maka was wearing a sportier bikini underneath her very see-through, mesh cover-up.

The was an air of friendly camaraderie in the image with maybe a hint of something more depending on where you’re eye strayed. Like the way Black Star’s hand was pressed over Tsubaki’s where they sat on the sand in front of the others while his other hand gave a thumbs up, or the way Liz and Patti had pressed themselves just a tad too close to Kidd as he sat in a beach chair for their pose – Patti sitting beside Black Star in the Sand but leaning back into Kidd’s legs while Liz pressed herself over his shoulder having run over after setting up the camera. You would have definitely felt the hint of something more if your eyes strayed further to where Soul and Maka stood behind Tsubaki and Black Star. Soul’s right arm was slung over Maka’s shoulders to catch her right hand in his while she intertwined the fingers on both of their left hands.

Patti sighed.

It was a beautiful scene. Too bad the seven teenagers in the picture had no idea that it would be the last picture they would ever take all together. Patti started ever so slightly when she heard her sister sigh from directly over her shoulder as Liz looked down at the picture in Patti’s hands. A manicured hand reaches out to take the small photo from her sister’s smaller hand.

Patti sighs again as she leans her head against the elder Thompson’s stomach. Liz’s hand finds a resting place atop the younger girl’s head.

“I know, Patti. I miss her, too.”

They sat in silence for several moments before the younger stood up.

“Come on, sis.   Let’s go find Kidd.”

~*~

Twenty year old, Soul Eater Evans revved the bike’s engine once more as he pulled up to Shibusen.

“Back in Death City…” he drawled out as he removed his helmet giving a lazy look around to his surroundings.

Things don't change in the city of Death.

It seemed nothing had changed during his four month long assignment away from Death City. The death scythe took a deep breath of the warm spring air thankful to be back from his position in Russia over the winter months.

Fixing his grey leather jacket, he dismounted the bike to start up the familiar steps and make his way to the Death Room where Shinigami-sama and Death the Kidd would be waiting for his report.

It always bothered him when the nostalgia hit walking through the academy’s halls. He learned the first time it happened that it was best to just grit his teeth and ignore the wave of emotions that tended to splash all over him. It was all he could do to keep his sanity until he made it to Lord Death’s chambers.

“Ah, Soul-kun, welcome back!”

Walking beneath the row of guillotines, Soul could see Shinigami-sama waving at him from his usual place standing before his mirror. Kidd stood just a little off to the side and looked happy to see him. To Kidd, Soul looked the same as ever wearing a grey leather jacket, blue jeans, and a red shirt, his hair was a little mused, probably from the drive home but the white headband was working to keep it from going completely haywire.

“So, how was the mission?”

Shinigami-sama again.

“Six kishin eggs recovered and the witch who had been facilitating their creation has been eliminated.”

“Excellent, and how is Tsar doing?”

“Death Scythe Tsar Pushka and his meister Feodor are doing well[1]. They send their regards.”

“Very good! Glad to hear it.”

“Well, Soul,” Kidd finally spoke up. “You’ve more than earned yourself a break, why don’t you take a week or so to relax?”

“Hn, thanks, Kidd. I’ll see about it.”

“Alright, Soul. You’re dismissed. Take care of yourself and do come visit.”

“Of course, Shinigami-sama.”

With that Soul turned around and left the Death Room leaving Kidd alone with his father. Lord Death actually sighed once the death scythe was out of the room.

“It’s been two years and still he refuses to move on.”

“He blames himself, and if I know Soul as well as I think I do, he’ll never forgive himself for the crime he never committed.” Kidd sighed. “What happened was an accident – a horrible accident. He needs to accept that and move forward with his life. She wouldn’t want him to keep doing this to himself.”

“I believe you’re right, Kidd. Someone needs to snap him out of this.”

“But how? She was more than just his meister.”

“That I don’t know.”

“It’s a sad truth but meisters die every day.” A new voice joined the conversation from behind the mirror. “It’s a hazard of the occupation. Hell more than half of us death scythes have lost our original meisters to death.”

“Ah, Spirit, good to see you. How’s it going?”

“Doing alright, Lord Death. And yourself?”

“Good as always.”

Kidd observed the older man.

In the last two years, Spirit had cleaned up his act considerably. He swore off alcohol, avoided the gentlemen’s clubs like the plague, and became a true role model for the DWMA’s students. It looked like Spirit Albarn, Death City’s number one playboy, had finally grown up. And then the unbelievable happened. He went away on a mission one month by himself, no Stein or any other scythe meister to accompany him, or so it appeared; no one could understand it. Spirit could hold his own in a fight, they all knew that, but he wasn’t autonomous by any means.

But he went off on another then another and then another, and as the months passed, rumors began to spread that he was working with his ex-wife. No one believed it. Anyone who knew of that pair’s grievances against each other knew that throwing those two back together was more dangerous than introducing fire to an H-bomb. But then, Kami showed up in Death City for the first time since her daughter’s death. It was like bearing witness to an eclipse watching the way she spoke and interacted with Spirit. A true miracle, as Marie described it. Her green eyes had sparkled with pride at the change in her ex-husband, willing to overlook the heart-wrenching reason for the change.

They weren’t officially back together by any means, that much was obvious. Especially in the way Kami still refused to change her mailing address back to the Death City Post Office and was more comfortable outside the city walls than in. But there was something in the way the carried themselves whenever she so happened to be visiting… They’d found comfort in each other. Was it the start of a reconciliation? Maybe. Bottom line was they were both alright. They’d lived through the worse nightmare a parent could suffer and found a way to survive. Somehow, both had managed to move on with their lives.

That’s when Kidd had an idea.

“Death Scythe?”

“What’s up, Kidd?”

“Do you think you could talk to Soul?”

The weapon’s blue eyes seemed to widen ever so slightly at the request.

“I know that the two of you have never been on speaking terms, but just a few words from you might be just what he needs to hear.”

“I highly doubt there’s anything I could say that that little punk would listen to…” he growled under his breath. Spirit continued to study the grown Shinigami junior out of the corner of his eye for several seconds before papa Death decided to chime in.

“I think that’s a great idea, Kidd. Why don’t you give it a try, Spirit?”

Feeling more than a little double teamed on this issue, the weapon shifted his gaze icily between the two gods of death, his lips pursed together in his usual expression of distaste or discomfort. Finally, he let out a long sigh as though surrendering.

“Fine, I’ll do it, but I’m not making any promises.”

~*~

(Meanwhile)

“Oi, Soul!!!”

Said weapon froze in his tracks, dread flooding his nerves. He had almost made it back to his bike without interference. Go figure that a certain loud-mouthed assassin would be the one to cut him off just as he set foot in the courtyard at the front of the academy. He turned around slowly (wouldn’t want to provoke a wild animal by moving too quickly).

“Hey, Black Star, Tsubaki.”

The ever faithful chain scythe stood just a few feet behind her meister an apologetic smile on her face while Black Star slung an arm around his best friend’s shoulders pulling the tired death scythe into a rough half embrace.

“Glad to see you’re back, man. You were gone, what, four months?”

“Yeah, just got back.”

“Dang, no wonder you look so out of it. You death scythes got it rough.”

Soul cracked a half smile at that.

“No kidding… It’s not all that bad.”

Tsubaki stepped forward as Black Star released Soul.

“How long will you be in town for, Soul-kun?”

“A few days at least.”

“Oh… Well in that case we need to celebrate while you’re here. How bout we throw a party at our place, Black Star?”

Soul’s eyes widened.

“Uh, no! Tsubaki, you don’t need to do that!” he shouted, flailing his arms around.

Black Star slapped him on the back. Hard…

“Dumbass, of course we do. None of us have seen or heard from you in months. You’re always off on missions, and when you are here, you’re never actually with us, you’re always training.”

Soul narrowed blood red eyes at his blue haired friend for the last comment.

“As if you don’t disappear to train by yourself every other day,” he snapped back. Black Star just laughed with his hands on his hips before jumping over and pulling Soul into a head lock. “Oof, get off, you punk.”

“Nah, just once a day for a few hours,” he half yelled, half growled to answer Soul’s statement. “Shows how long you’ve been away… Besides, you need to relax, man. Let yourself go a little. Right, Tsubaki?”

“Yeah, you’ve been gone so long, you deserve a break.”

Managing to somehow push Black Star off of him, Soul opened his mouth to argue again.

“That’s besides the-“

“You know their right, Soul,” interrupted the approaching Death the Kidd.

“Yeah, you’re acting like you have a stick up your butt, and only Kidd’s allowed to act like that,” laughed the younger pistol as the Thompson sisters approached the three following behind Kidd. The trio stopped nearby, Liz and Kidd staring expectantly at Soul.

“Yeah,” added Liz. “People will forget how ‘cool’ you are if they never get to see you.”

He sweat-dropped.

“Like I care what ‘people’ think, anyway…” he grumbled shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Look! He’s pouting now!”

Patti’s playful laughter along with the various snickers and giggles of everyone else was able to make the stubborn scythe cave. He slouched over himself and hung his head in defeat for a split second. A hand brushed through his hair sheepishly and he looked down away from everyone around.

“I guess it has been a long time. Just give me a while alright. I need to unpack.”

Tsubaki nodded giving a gentle smile

“Of course. Take a few hours. Get settled and relax for a bit. Come over around eight o’clock.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you then,” muttered Soul and he walked away down the stairs of Shibusen and to his bike.

“Bye, Soul! We’re glad you’re back!” yelled Patti waving at Soul’s retreating back.

“Later,” he called as he threw a wave over his shoulder ignoring their stares and continued conversation. Revving the engine and kicking up the kickstand, Soul took off to take refuge in the safety of his apartment.

~*~

(Two years ago)

                They had found the kishin’s nest without any problems. This killer had had a habit of kidnapping his victims and keeping them alive for several days before killing them. Releasing the three children had been top priority. Thankfully they had found the kids without much effort and gotten them safely out of the building and into the protective custody of the local police. It wasn’t until the accursed demon had shown up that they ran into trouble. Big trouble.

                The thing ran. Naturally they pursued.

                They followed it all the way to edge of the rainforest his hideout had been located in. The clearing of the trees reveals a cliff’s edge and a never ending view of the crystal clear blue ocean often associated with the warm tropical waters of Central America. It truly would be a beautiful day, were it not for the disgusting animal gnashing its teeth at them from across the expanse of the clearing. The offending creature obviously needed to be removed immediately.

At least that’s the way Kidd had phrased it.

                So they had to take care of the problem. Black Star rushed the creature in enchanted sword mode attempting to draw a slash across the kishin’s flank, but it blocked the blow extending it black, mangled fingers into whip-like extensions. Black Star dodged out of the way while Kidd took aim and fired Liz and Patti in a series of shots.

                Despite the shinigami’s amazing speed, it managed to dodge each shot, moving so quickly it looked like only a blur. Maka shot forward to pin the creature down. Soul’s scythe blade caught the goon in his tracks in a scythe catch while Maka delivered a wavelength powered punch to the monster’s bloated gut.

                “Kid, Now!”

                “Bull’s eye.”

                Two shots fired perfectly at the exact same time hit the creature in the chest sending it barreling off the cliff’s side and down into arms of the sea.

“Is it dead?” inquired Maka.

Black Star, who had been standing not too far away from Maka near the cliff’s edge, peered over the ledge. Not seeing any kishin, he let out a low whistle.

“I doubt anybody could survive that fall,” he said turning away from the cliff and walking in Kidd’s direction, Tsubaki in hand. Maka simply looked on as he walked away. She was about to follow, but something ticked at the back of her mind. She turned back to face the cliff.

“Maka…”

Soul, still held firmly in Maka’s hands, could feel his meister’s tension.

“Maka, what is it?”

“I don’t know. Something feels off.”

“Oi! Maka, Soul, Come on!”

Soul wiggled in her grip. “Yeah, let’s go. We need to pick up the soul before we leave.”

“Yeah, sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

And Maka turned away from the open ocean to head back to the others. None of the teens noticed the whips rise from the cliff’s side until a single wire lashed out, latching itself around Maka’s right ankle and pulling. Hard.

Maka was yanked to the ground, flat on her back.

“Your soul looks delicious,” it rasped at her.

She was just barely able to raise Soul up to defend when the kishin tackled her already prone form. The claws clanged against Soul’s steel, metal striking metal. She kicked out with her free leg, hitting the beast square in the chest. It flew backwards without relinquishing the hold it had around her ankle. She flew with it, and the landing was enough to knock the air clean out of her lungs. And she saw stars. She could hear Kidd’s gunshots in the background like white noise.

“Get up, Maka.”

“Right.”

She tried to do as Soul commanded but the kishin dragged her down again, pulling them closer and closer to the edge of the cliff. It struck her again with its whips, but she spun Soul around in front of her deflecting the attacks.

The move left for a bit of an opening as it stunned the murdering bastard.

Black Star took it, delivering his Soul Menace technique directly into the monster’s back. However being so close to the edge, the technique drove the kishin into the ground, cracking the rocky soil keeping the cliff face from crumbling.

The kishin screamed, throwing its body weight to the side, once again taking Maka with it. Her head slammed hard against a protruding rock. The reverberation from impact forced Soul clean out of her hands.

“Soul!” she cried as her scythe slid far across the ground, but she didn’t have time to think as the kishin attacked again. She blocked and dodged each blow as well as she could until another whip wrapped itself around her left wrist.

Black Star dove again for an attack and nailed an amazing strike clean across its back. The kishin arched back and screeched in agony. Blood spewed forth from the wound staining the ground and some of Maka’s clothing.

She took the opening and punched it with her right fist aiming straight for its head.

The hit landed, but it sent the creature over the cliff’s side. This time it would be dragging Maka with it.

“Soul!” she cried out.

Desperate, she grabbed for a handhold, finding purchase on one of the cracks made by Black Star’s attack and held on for dear life. Soul ran from his position, trying to get to her, but just as he was about reach her, the kishin roared one last time and threw all of its weight against the splintering rock. It came dislodged and crumbled right under their feet, Soul’s hand only inches away from Maka’s, but it wasn’t close enough. She fell through the ground.

“Maka!”

Black Star who was currently turned away the scene, turned his head at Sou’s cry. His eyes widened as Maka’s head disappeared off the side of the cliff, and he started running. The earth beneath Soul’s feet began to break apart, but the death scythe didn’t seem to care. He was about to dive down after her but a pair of well muscled arms stopped him. He strained against them almost breaking away until another pair of hands gripped him, followed by another pair then another, all pulling him back and away from the edge as the ground continued to fall piece by piece into the sea below

“Let me GO! NO! MAKA! Damn you! LET GO OF ME!”

The dragged him all the way to the safety of the trees. It was then that someone hit him over the head driving him unconscious.

He wouldn’t wake up again for several hours. And when he did, it would be to a truth he didn’t want to believe.

TBC

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