A/N: Yay! My first Soul Eater fan fiction! This story was a simple one. I was now completely into this anime series aside from my other favorite animes. I just love Soul Eater!

So...feel free to post your comments and reviews here!

P.S. I don't own Soul Eater and its entirety. ENJOY FOLKS!

SOUL

Sitting alone in this room made me uneasy, although I never dared to express it by my face.

Honestly, I don't really know what I am doing here in the first place. This was totally uncool!

Ever since I've got in this dark space for the first time, all I could hear was the soft jazz music echoing in the entire room and that strange, familiar voice which startled me and made me get involved into something extreme and dangerous whenever I have these fights as a human weapon. However, now that the voice was already gone and things are getting well, why am I still here?

I was comfortably sitting on the red couch while closing my eyes in odd serenity. I don't know what my main purpose of staying here is. All I know is that, I was waiting for something.

Rather…I was waiting for someone.

Sounds weird, isn't it? Everything around in this room was bizarre.

I had been here, always been here in this murky room. Even in my dreams, this room became my solitary place.

I opened my eyes slowly. At first, I could see a shadow.

When my sight became clear, a pair of green eyes was looking at me.

"Soul…"

I never said a word. The voice spoke to me once more.

"Soul..."

I stood up and faced that person who owns that voice. I saw a young woman in front of me, sitting by a grand piano.

Wait, where the hell did that grand piano came from?

Her green eyes stared at me differently. I asked her coldly.

"Hey, what are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here."

The girl stood up and touched her sandy blonde hair, and then fall it into place. Her long black dress caught my eye and her entire look made me a little anxious.

I smiled at her and asked, "Why are you wearing that? I never saw you in that kind of dress, Maka."

Maka just chuckled and answered me. "Well, you should get used to it sometimes."

I walked towards her and sat by her side. Frankly speaking, I don't know what she is doing here.

Maka…why are you here?

MAKA

Seeing Soul in this manner wasn't an ordinary phenomenon. Am I still dreaming now?

I had these kinds of imaginings before. That dark room and the image of him sitting alone inside were peculiar things that I often see in my dreams. I had mentioned these things to him, and he didn't believe me.

Soul will just ignore what I said about my dream and he'll said, "Never mind what you had dreamt, Maka. It's nothing."

Yet, right now…

Everything seems so real. This is not a dream anymore. I was with him in this room. I don't even know the exact reason why am I wearing this dress.

I don't know how I get here.

The last time I could remember was that, we visited Death and the others at DWMA Shibusen to see how are they doing after we defeated Asura in the fight. Before we leave the Academy, a sudden appearance of a dark cloud slowed down our way.

"What is this?"

"Maka, we should run now!"

"W-wait, Soul!"

Before we ran, a dark cloud hindered Soul to reach my hand. In a few seconds, I haven't seen him. He was…gone.

"N-no…Soul…"

As for me, the dark cloud totally covered my sight until everything became pitch black.

When I opened my eyes, I saw myself floating in nowhere. All I could see was the murky hue of darkness around me. With my astonishment, I looked at myself and gasped.

What the heck am I wearing?

I was wearing a long black gown with a pair of black and red colored gloves on my hands. I noticed that I had my hair down.

Where are my ponytails?

I felt like a fool wearing this dress and this look. In an instant, thousands of mirrors popped out of nowhere. I looked at myself and I saw my reflection in each mirror around me.

The reflection that I'm seeing in those mirrors symbolizes the exact opposite of who I really am. I saw a different Maka in all of those surrounding mirrors. But, little by little, as time goes by, I got used to what I looked. I stayed in that dark nowhere for quite a long time.

Then as I waited, a ray of light illuminated the darkness. A red wooden door popped out.

When I saw the door, I went towards it and held the knob gently.

I felt a lump in my throat while facing the door. I sensed an entity behind that door. My heart began to produce hard, fast beats. I felt that sooner or later, something will happen. I don't know if that something will bring danger. I was thinking where Soul could be at that moment.

Soul...

I thought of him so bad that I could almost shiver in inner fear. I never felt like this before. For the first time, I felt fear being alone.

I turned the knob slowly and opened the door.

A dark room boomed before my eyes. It was a dark, gloomy room. Everything seems so nonchalant and quiet, except for that jazz music playing inside the room. I entered the room and closed the door, leaving the dark space behind me.

I saw the spaciousness of that dark room. However, a red couch caught my eye. I walked to see the couch. I was surprised to see that someone was sitting on it.

Behind that door was a dark space.

Behind that door was the gloomy feeling that no one would ever imagine.

And...behind that door was an unexpected companion.

I looked at the face of that person sitting comfortably on the couch. His eyes were closed.

I whispered his name softly.

"Soul..."

SOUL

Maka...what are you doing here?

I looked at Maka carefully. Her entire look made me anxious yet mesmerized at the same time. She looked different. I've never seen her like that. Honestly, I like her style.

I spoke to her unresponsively as always, "Oh yeah? Well, OK. I'll try to get by and get used to your look. It looks good on you, anyway." Then, I gave her a "thumbs-up" sign.

"Hah! Thank you, then." Maka answered, followed by a "thumbs-up" sign.

After that, we became silent for a moment.

I got bored. I attempted to touch the keys of the piano and started to play a little. Maka suddenly looked at me and then she said, "Do you remember the day when we first met?"

"Hmmm..." I said with my eyes glued on the piano keys.

"You were in here the first time I saw you. You were reluctant to play the piano in front of me."

"It's not like that...it's just that...I am not that eager to play in front of an audience, Maka." I replied to her slowly.

Maka held my shoulder and said, 'Well then, wouldn't you mind playing that song for me?"

I stopped playing and faced her slowly. "What?"

"Play the piano for me." Maka said with a smile.

I glanced my sight on the piano, and then I looked back at her. "I thought that you're not that engrossed to music."

"I know. It's just that I feel like listening to it right now. Would you, please"

I sighed. "Fine."

In a blink of an eye, I started to play the piano. I played that song; the song that I played when I first met her.

All I could hear was the music that I'm playing for Maka. I admit that I was beginning to savor that moment.

Honestly, I felt light while playing this instrument that has been a part of my soul.

I could see flashbacks in the back of my mind: good and bad memories being shuffled into one to another. I could see myself with those people whom I've been with every single day.

I remembered my entire past.

Before, I was born from a renowned musician family. I remembered that moment when I ran away from home to escape my fate and break the ties of my family's tradition, in order to become the most powerful Death Scythe after I discovered my nature as a demon weapon.

I remembered my days at DWMA Shibusen. The fights that I've been through as Maka Albarn's weapon, as we collect souls and achieve our main goal to make me a powerful Death Scythe. Those funny, serious and...sweet (excuse me for the word, dudes!) moments when we live together in one roof made my mind fly up above the clouds.

I thought of these thoughts as I pressed my fingers as swiftly as I could onto each keys. I could noticed Maka watching me with delight.

Suddenly, nervousness began to engulf my chest. I could my fingers shaking and my heart pounding so fast. Yet, I managed not to show this feeling towards Maka or else I'll get a hard slap on my face again.

Still...this feeling of unusual lightness made me happy. Crazy as this sounds, but, I've never felt like this happy in my life.

Being with the sole person who can control me was here by my side. And I was playing the piano for her with everything I've got...including my whole heart.

Maka Albarn, if you only knew...

MAKA

Soul.

He's always the laid-back, cool person I know since from the start. He is my weapon, my loyal partner and my best friend.

I tend to nag him most of the time whenever he tries to do something foolish. He made me burst into frustration and violent outbursts when he did crazy things and stuff. However, that's one thing that I love about him.

Most of all, he is that sole guy who will never leave you no matter what.

He is that person who's ready to die for you by chance. He had proved it to me when he got that grave scar on his chest. At first, I was hesitant to face him in that poor condition. I was afraid to look at him and show to him that I was dead worried for him. I was afraid to lose him because he is my responsibility as his meister.

Was it really the reason behind that? I don't know. I can't really tell.

Ever since my parents separated, I acquired the firm belief that men are man whores and cheaters. Just as what my father did to break my mother's heart because of his uncontrollable flirting with other women, I had this impression towards men as living beings who don't know how to be contented with what they have.

However...my best friend is a unique guy. When Dad nags him about us being together, he'll just rant him and said, "Well, don't worry about your daughter, Sir. After all, who would ever dare to be with a shorty young girl with a flat chest?"

I get irritated every time he mentions those kind of things in front of me and my father.

What do I care anyway? Besides, there's nothing special between us. We're just friends.

Friends, nothing more, nothing less.

But...what is this? Why am I feeling this weird emotion every time we're together?

What am I feeling when I'm with my best friend in the first place?

Mixed emotions of intimidation, nervousness, irritation, happiness and security in certain conditions. But most of the time, I am glad to see him and to be with him every day. Although we experience many rough and tough times as a pair, when the day ends, Soul never forgets to reach out his hand and make me comfortable and at ease, despite of his "cold" attitude. He'll do everything, just to make sure that I'll always be fine. And so, by the end of the day, I will always have the realization that I am very lucky to have Soul Eater as my partner weapon and best friend.

Still...I am keeping something from him.

Something which I struggle to hinder being revealed in any circumstances. That particular thing would surely affect everything between me and Soul.

But...I can't hold this anymore. Not now that he's here.

After a couple of minutes or so, Soul finished playing the piano. I gave him a warm applause.

"Wow...you sure haven't changed, Soul. You're good." I said happily.

Soul simply nodded and then he gave me a grin. "Really."

"Well...yeah. You are Soul, right? You're still you." I said back as I stood up from my seat.

Suddenly he reached his hand towards mine and pulled me back in a snap. Unexpectedly, I shouted, "Hey! What are you-"

Soul looked at me closely with those crimson red eyes. I stared at him with a curious look on my face.

His stare was...odd.

"W-what's wrong?" I asked him.

"Hmmm...nothing." he replied.

"What are you doing?" I said as I looked at him with a slight shade of agitation on my voice.

"Nothing special. I just...want to take a good look at you." he said as he touched my hair.

No...this beat...

It can't be...

It's getting fast, strong, intense...

No...not now...not here...not him...

My heart...it's beating faster...stronger...faster...and faster...

"Is there something wrong with my face?"

"No...actually, I found you...stunning today."

Stunning? Soul...what are you saying?

"Are you kidding me? What are you saying?"

"I'm telling the truth. You look stunning, Maka."

Maka! Get a hold of yourself! Control yourself, Maka!

"I-I don't know what to say. But, whatever you're trying to tell me, I am telling you, you can't fool me with those words, Soul!"

"What if I tell you that I fall for you, Maka?"

What did I just heard? This must be a dream...

But...his eyes...it can't be. I could sense that sincerity in his soul.

"Soul, I-I..."

Soul let his hands go off of me and turned his back on me. He sat by the piano and had his head bowed down.

"Soul..." I uttered.