My reviewers...I seriously love you guys so much. I wasn't expecting to get so many people telling me they liked this! Thank you all again :D

But first, I just have to clear a few things up.

Maka has no idea who Soul is. She has never met him, or at least that's what she thinks. ;3

And for their ages, Maka is about 19 almost 20, and Soul too.

The other Soul Eater characters will also be making small appearances (i.e. Tsubaki as the secretary, Kidd working in forensics) and I will try to fit as many people in as possible. So keep your eyes open for them ;)

Also, this chapter is FULL of Maka and Soul. Not necessarily in a romantic way just yet, but lots of stuff going on between them :3

Okay, I rant way too much. Without further ado, here is chapter three.

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Free Captivity

Chapter Three

Lost Memories, Precious Thoughts

Maka lowered her gun in surprise.

"Weapon." She murmured again. It was a guy, of that she was sure. However she couldn't see him too clearly in the dark.

With a sigh, she stashed the gun in the holster on her right leg.

She knew Weapons were very dangerous in the eye of the public. She had never seen one before with her own two eyes...well, not alive anyways.

As her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the alley, she could see him more clearly. She winced as she looked at the wounds. He was a wreck.

With sudden understanding, she knew who had put them there. It was that guy, the one wanted for performing cruel and illegal acts on Weapons.

Now what to do? She couldn't very well take him to a hospital. Doctors would never treat a Weapon.

He was eying her cautiously as she mused to herself about what might happen if she really did run into a doctor's office with a Weapon.

Hell no. That was out of the question. They would kick her out the second she walked in. Most people were deathly afraid of Weapons.

With a sigh, she could think of no other option but to take him back to her apartment. There was no way she was taking him back to the agency and letting them deal with him. He'd probably be interrogated until his brain melted.

Sighing again, she slowly took a few steps closer to the Weapon, who gazed up at her with wary eyes.

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Soul looked up at the human girl who had been pointing a gun at him a second ago, and now she was extending a hand to help him up.

Deciding to take his chances, he grabbed her hand as she helped him up.

She had bright green eyes and long, pale hair that hung in a loose ponytail thrown over her left shoulder. A small smile was on her lips as he stood, if not a little shakily.

She wasn't incredibly beautiful, but she wasn't hard to look at either.

And she looked so damn familiar. He just couldn't put a finger on it because his mind was so hazy.

"I'm Maka." She said, that small smile still on her face. "I've honestly never met a weapon before and—by the way, how did you get those wounds?" She asked politely, as though she were asking for seconds at the dinner table.

Soul smirked, but that hurt his face. "You're not afraid, huh?" He drawled, arching one white eyebrow.

She grinned back. "I've seen much worse."

Well that hurt.

"Anyways," she continued, "do you have somewhere to go? Considering you're lounging here in an alley, I would assume not."

He snorted at her tone. "'You would assume' correctly." He said, imitating her use of those words. "Yeah, but what of it?"

Her smile faltered and her eyes narrowed the tiniest bit. "Wanna stay at my place then?"

"Well I think I'd rather not stay with someone as flat-chested as you. I mean—no, of course sure, where do you live?"

Maka had pointed a gun at him after that comment.

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The lobby was empty, as it usually was at this hour. Now she was dragging this perverted, half-naked, badly injured Weapon into her home.

Reason was definitely not present in her mind right now.

She had one hand on his wrist and was dragging him towards the elevator. The whole way to the apartment complex, he was nothing but irritating. Who would have thought someone so gravely injured would have the nerve to comment about her body when she was so very kindly taking him to her own home?

Seriously. Some people these days.

Not to mention, this guy had one hell of a trashy mouth. Whenever he stumbled he would provide her with a lovely stream of curses that she had never heard of and personally would not mind using.

"We're here." Yes, they had arrived.

With obvious reluctance, she jammed the key in the lock, opened the door, and dragged him inside.

"Here. Sit." She forced him down on the couch, went to close the door, and went off to the bathroom to get the first aid kit.

Soul leaned casually against the couch, arms crossed behind his head. "Isn't she a pushy one." He muttered, just as she returned with medical supplies.

"So. You never told me. How did you get those wounds?" She calmly asked, as she opened the box and pulled out a roll of bandages along with a small brown bottle of disinfectant.

He almost immediately stiffened. She paused for a moment in what she was doing, and looked up at him.

"If you don't want to say anything, that's fine."

She returned her attention to the box, putting things back and finally closing it.

Soul watched her back as she went to place the box on the kitchen table. She was familiar. So familiar he felt...comfortable around her. At ease. It was so different from being at the madman's warehouse that he had involuntarily stiffened when she had so casually asked him a question.

But he had managed to calm himself down. After all, she wasn't going to torture him for not answering a question like that guy might have.

She returned to where he was on the couch, holding a handful of cotton balls and the small brown bottle from the medical kit.

She was familiar...so familiar...

Maka sighed as she turned towards him. "Alright, where's the worst of your wounds...?" Her sentence trailed off as she looked up and noticed his expression.

"Um...?" She then remembered she had failed to ask his name.

"Um...so..." She said, dabbing carefully at various wounds since he had failed to answer her. What was with that expression anyway? It made her feel extremely awkward for reasons she couldn't explain. She was a little bit afraid of all the mixed up emotions she saw in his red eyes, so she forced herself to concentrate on the wounds, her eyes narrowed slightly.

Soul's red eyes were fixed on her face as she tended to his injuries that the madman had inflicted.

As she just finished bandaging up his last wound, she gained the courage to look up at him, and she felt a stir of surprise to find he was staring right back.

To break the sudden and strangely tense silence, Maka cleared her throat a little and spoke.

"So...I was just wondering, because I had never asked...but what is you name?"

He blinked a few times, the question registering in his mind.

"I'm Soul. Soul Eater."

"Soul..." She murmured to herself, her brow furrowing slightly.

He was obviously a Weapon, he hadn't denied it. Yet she found herself slowly becoming strangely attached to him. As much as she wouldn't have liked to admit it to herself, she knew she was sunk as soon as that thought crossed her mind.

She suddenly stood up, surprising them both. "Well, you can sleep here, since I have no other beds here. Um...I'll go get blankets and stuff."

With that, she hurried out of the room quickly, leaving a startled Soul sitting on the couch.

She returned seconds later, a few blankets and a pillow in her arms, as well as a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants.

She placed everything on the couch next to him.

"Well, just make yourself comfortable." She said quickly, before dashing off and quickly getting ready for bed herself.

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The girl sighed, staring unhappily at herself in the mirror, tugging at locks of her unkempt hair.

"Geez, I look horrible." She grumbled, glaring at her reflection.

With a sigh, she turned to her closet, grabbing a skirt and t-shirt and began to change.

When she was finished with that, she looked at herself in the mirror again, examining the dark circles under her eyes and her hair that resembled a bird's nest.

She picked up the brush, wincing as she ran it through her hair, making ripping sounds.

She threw her hair into pigtails, examining her reflection one last time. Deciding that this was the best result she would get, she left her room and headed downstairs, not glancing at the room where her mother had slept when she had been ill.

Maka was still recovering from her mother's sudden death, so she preferred not to think about it.

Her father seemed surprised as she came downstairs. He was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a mug of coffee and reading the newspaper.

"Maka." He said, surprised, as he placed the newspaper down as she came up beside him.

"Do you feel like eating anything?"

She shook her head. "No thanks, Dad. I think I'm just going to go outside."

He nodded slowly. "Alright. Don't be gone too long."

"I promise, I won't be."

She slipped her shoes on and headed outside, kicking at small stones on the pavement as her feet took her towards the park where she and her best friend usually hung out.

She flopped down on a bench with a sigh, leaning back a little, staring up at the clouds.

She had been spacing out until a face entered her vision.

She gave a start and jumped up, banging her head with his.

"Ouch, stupid." He grumbled, rubbing his forehead.

"Sorry." She muttered, rubbing her own head as well.

He turned to her and grinned, red eyes flashing.

For the first time, Maka saw his face clearly...

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"Soul!" She say up in shock, her own voice surprising her. She felt breathless and shaky, as though she had just run a mile, and her head hurt horribly.

That was undoubtedly Soul in her dream. It was similar to the dream she had before, only...so much more clear. She remembered more of her first dream, too.

But what was this? What were these dreams? They felt so familiar, they gave her a sense of deja vu that left her head spinning. She just couldn't wrap her mind around it.

They felt like memories, yet at the same time, she couldn't remember any of this happening.

"Wh-what the..." She muttered to herself, holding one hand to her head as she got out of bed, glancing at her alarm clock. It was 5 am. Thankfully she didn't have to go into the office today, she definitely wasn't feeling up to work.

She stumbled towards the kitchen to get a glass of water, trying carefully not to disturb the one who was sleeping on her couch.

When she reached the kitchen, she poured herself a glass of water and slumped down in a chair at the table.

Those dreams...were not normal. One dream may have been chance, but twice was difficult to ignore. Maka did not believe in chance or coincidence. She must have been having dreams about Soul for some reason, but why? Why? She wanted to pound her head on the kitchen table in annoyance. Was there some vital clue she was missing, or what...?

She could ask her father, but she hadn't spoken to the man in many years. It wouldn't sit right with her to hunt a man who shared the same blood as her down and interrogate him. It just didn't feel right to go about and do things that way. Besides, she hadn't quite forgiven him for cheating on her mother, so she decided against asking her father.

The only one she could ask then was...

She spared a glance to the couch. She couldn't see him from where she was sitting, but she knew he was there.

No. They had just met...right?

Feeling worn out, she drained the rest of her water, and rested her head on the table, too tired to make the trip back to her own bedroom.

Her questions would have to wait. Perhaps they were simply strange dreams, dragged to the surface by her subconsciousness.

Before she could think anymore, she dozed off...

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Soul, wide awake ever since Maka had yelled his name, lay staring at the ceiling.

"So she doesn't remember me, huh."

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Thats chapter three!

Nothing but Maka and Soul in this chapter, just like I promised.

I apologize if this update seemed a little late. I'll try to get chapter four up before school starts, because when it does, my updates will become few and far between.

Anyways, please review! Thank you, hugs to you all!