Hmm, Soul Eater fic? I think yes! SoMa fic? DUH! This is my first Soul Eater fic, and yes, it is SoMa. (otp,otp,otp) This is kind of a prologue-type chapter to introduce you to what's basically going on. I know it's short, and I'm sorry, but if y'all would like to see where this is going, I've got some ideas. This story is very AU, just so you know… and everyone's a tad older.
I don't know what to rate this yet. I'll keep it at T for now… but, it may change. Later on. Once I have fully figured out where I'm going with this.
Disclaimer: I'm gonna say it here and now: I don't own Soul Eater. If I did, I'd be rich enough to have Morgan Freeman read me bedtime stories. Unfortunately, I'm not that rich.
Low heels clicking down the tile floors of the seemingly endless array of hallways, student Maka Albarn hurriedly made her way to the campus office as she had only minutes ago been called down over intercom in the middle of a lengthy lecture…this surely must be important.
Reaching her destination on good time considering the expanse of building she traveled through, Maka politely tapped on the door three times before entering quietly as not to disturb anyone who might be working. Upon closing the door gently behind her, the Director of Student Services, Mr DeAnda, found that she had arrived and in greeting said, "Miss Albarn! Thank you for taking the time to come down. Please, take a seat."
Smiling gratefully, Maka sat in front of Mr DeAnda's desk as he pulled a short stack of papers and envelopes from one of his drawers. Shuffling through them, he selected a paper folded into thirds and opened it, placing it in front of him and folding his hands in a gesture that could represent a man of great thinking.
"Miss Albarn, knowing that you are a third year medical student here, -and top of your class, may I add my congratulations- I could think of no other student to turn to when I received a letter from The Springs Institution requesting help as an overload of patients have been seeping in these last few weeks. Thus knowing that you are leaning towards patient care in your studies only made me sure that I was in the right to ask if you would consider being of help to The Springs."
A bit confused as this heap of information was placed on her shoulders in the time lapse of about 3 minutes, Maka straightened in her seat and said, "First I'd like to thank you for choosing me over every other student here to summon for help, but secondly I'd like to know, what is 'The Springs Institution', specifically? I am interested in helping though, since you mentioned something about patient care."
Nodding, Mr DeAnda pulled out an envelope regarding everything to know about The Springs and handed it to Maka whilst saying, "The Springs is a medical Institution for patients of special needs; as in depression, prolonged anxiety, and in some cases muteness and things similar to that. I am aware that it is located in Colorado Springs, but despite the distance I ask that you consider traveling to help. Flights would be paid for as would an apartment close to the place itself. That envelope contains phone numbers for any questions, and photos of the grounds and such. I know it's a bit much to ask, especially since term just began, but I have faith that you will be able to manage such a task."
Looking at her shoes as if they held the answers she needed at that moment, Maka thought for a short while before looking level with her administrator and announced, "I'll do it. Besides, it will give me hands on experience for the future."
"Splendid!" The now happy man exclaimed, "The Springs would appreciate all helpers to arrive next Sunday for orientation, so I've made a point to get your flight to leave on Friday assuming that you'll want to settle in and get a feel for the town. It's one of the most beautiful places to reside, but I do suggest bringing warmer clothes even though autumn has not yet arrived. You'll be staying right at the foot of the Rocky Mountains."
An eager smile gracing her features, Maka stood from her seat and expressed her thanks before retreating from the office. Mr DeAnda had required that she come in again on Thursday to make sure she was ready and to be given any last minute information. Until then, she didn't need to attend any further classes; so she scrambled to the parking lot in a state of excitement and hopped into her white Kia Rio, immediately calling her best friend.
"Hello?"
"Tsubaki! Guess what just happened!" She nearly squealed, already picturing life at her new job across the country, mesmerized at the thought.
"What is it, Maka? Oh please tell me! You sound excited!" Her friend giggled; Maka could tell by the tone of her voice that a breezy smile was plastered onto her face.
"I got a job! Like, not a waitress or anything! A real legitimate job as a nurse!"
"Oh congratulations, Maka! I'm so proud of you! It's not everyday a 21 year old gets a real job. Tell me, where are you going to be working? Is it local?"
Calming down at the realization that although she had a near-dream job, she would have to suffer with living hundreds of miles away from her best friend since, well, forever. Miami wasn't exactly the closest place in the world to Colorado Springs, after all. "It's not exactly local," she finally managed to say; then added, "But we'll talk about it later. Do you want to go somewhere for dinner so we can discuss it?"
Catching the slightly different tone to Maka's voice, Tsubaki transferred to motherly mode and told her, "Of course. I'll talk to you tonight then; and again, congratulations!"
Smiling softly once more, she murmured, "Thanks, Tsubaki." And afterwards hung up the phone and set it aside on the passenger seat of her car. Running a hand through her hair in confusion, Maka leaned back in her seat and took a quiet moment to think about her current situation:
1. She was moving more than halfway across the country for a job where she didn't know anyone. 2. If she didn't like it, she couldn't back down. She'd given her approval and was now stuck with that decision. 3. Was she even ready for this? 4. She wasn't so sure.
Sighing and shrugging her arms as she thought, what's done is done; she slipped on her seatbelt and made way to her apartment that she'd need to start packing up… it was Monday and she was leaving on Friday. She only had a few days to pack, buy whatever she needed, research and call The Springs, and tell her best friend goodbye before she left.
It was going to be one heck of a week, Maka finally determined.
Has your interest been piqued at all? Have you fallen asleep at the keyboard? If you were diligent, did you find any grammatical errors? This is going to be a dull chapter-thing obviously, this is just the beginning. It shall get better, I declare!
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