It had been about seven years since Soul (Eater) Evans had ever so darkly played the piano for Maka Albarn, his partner at the DWMA. Soul hadn't had forgotten that moment, when Soul hunched over that piano, playing a dark, eventful song, and he hoped Maka hadn't either. Maka had said herself that something about that music had gotten to her. Today was going to be cool.
"Oh! Sorry," said Soul, as he collided with a man who was walking on the sidewalk. He was jerked out of his thoughts. He had been thinking about Maka Albarn a whole lot lately. "I was thinking about myself in third person," thought Soul. "That's not cool." Soul looked at his apartment building. It was an old, mossy, almost cobblestone-like place with 5 floors. He walked through the glass side-swinging doors and started walking up the stairs. He got to his apartment, which was, as always, surprisingly clean. Maka had always forced him to clean, and it just became a habit. Maybe by choice. He turned on every light in the apartment. He started cleaning stuff that didn't need to be cleaned, down to the nitty-gritty. He dug through a box of recipes until he found one that looked good and easy to make. It was sautéed chicken and veggies. Once that was done, he put it in the refrigerator and started baking a cake. Quadruple chocolate. It was chocolate cake with chocolate chips in the batter. It had fudge lava in the center and chocolate icing on top. Then, at last he heard the knock he had been waiting for for years.
Maka Albarn sat on the sofa of her rental home in Minnesota. She looked around, and finished packing the rest of her clothes. She had her bus tickets and couldn't wait until 5:00, when the bus came. Since she left Death City, Maka had changed. She know wore her hair in one thick side pony, a leather jacket atop a fitted pink t-shirt, grey skinny jeans, and knee-high motorcycle boots. She had also gotten a puppy Border-collie name Pickle She couldn't take most of her belonging on the bus, so she only took her clothes and books. She looked at the clock. 4:50. She picked up her bags and headed to the bus stop with Pickle on a leash.
Maka had dozed off on the bus ride, and thankfully, the man sitting next to had nudged her awake. She hopped off the bus and walked a few blocks, a wide smile on her face. She approached the old apartment building. It brought back a flood of memories, and she suddenly felt guilty for leaving. She had left Nevada in pursuit of her mother. She never did find her though. After a while, she just settled down in Minnesota. Pickle's yip brought Maka back to reality. She climbed the stairs to the 3rd floor. Then, at last, she knocked the knock she had been waiting for for years.
Soul took a deep breath as he opened his door.
