AN: Allrightie! So here's how it goes… I was dragged into writing this by a fiction that I read… amazing, brilliant fiction that has you posed at the edge of your seat… made my week… will continue to do so and in addition, is completely original! The story… for all curious is called "Amplify" by Marsh of Sleep… amazing! *runs off to rant*
His shoes clicked neatly on the shining checkered floor of Shibusen academy. It was quiet, the low murmurs coming out of the classes he passed, lectures having already begun. Students seated, and the collective hushed voices of halls filled with eager and nervous bodies grated on his senses… and nerves.
Having just arrived into death city, Soul Evans had enrolled and was currently late for class. Not that it bothered him, people were easy to ignore, and having over the years perfected his I-absolutely-most-definitely-don't-give-an-ounce-of-shit attitude. He felt ready to face anything that the Weapon Meister academy was prepared the chuck his way…
Thus assuring his ego, he found himself in front of the assigned classroom. And with a heavy sigh and straightening of his shoulders, he brought his hand to the high oak door and pushed.
Stepping in, he raised his head just enough to see the now completely quiet classroom through is long white bangs. He glanced to the front, and what he saw completely threw off his I-can-take-anything attitude. In front of him was none other than Franken stein, in all his stitched up glory, sitting backwards in a chair and smirking at him while turning the screw in his head. The light pooling into the class through the window reflected off his glasses. This gave the professor a look of utter madness, and Soul was positive that the doc did everything possible to live up to that name.
His theory was proven true when the white haired Meister rolled up to him and grabbed his name card without asking for it "Welcome Mr. Evans, we've been waiting for you."
A soon as the name was said, whispers broke out among the students. The name was well known, Evans was a family of powerful weapons, Death-Scythes most of them, and extremely aloof in their manner. Soul was no exception. He was from an early age compared with his brothers, and measured to, now, he decided was his chance to prove himself. He wanted to be the youngest death-scythe made.
Thus he stood in front of Stein, hands in pockets, glaring at the still smiling man, surrounded by sighs and whispers from all sides, especially feminine.
He was told to sit, and with a roll of his eyes he looked up for the first time, trying to locate a seat in the crowd of anxious faces. He spotted one, but not because it was empty. Rather, because the occupant of the chair beside it was the only person not looking at him. Seriously, the only one.
He decided that out of everything, he would prefer to sit beside someone who would duly ignore him. And she seemed like the most favourable candidate.
Pulling out a chair, he sat, rested his chin on his spliced hand and proceeded to ignore the lecture as he should. Only once sneaking a quick glance at his neighbour.
She was skinny, lanky almost, for a girl. The neatly done up pigtails of sandy hair were tied up with silk ribbons, her emerald eyes were directed either at Stein or at her book, never once at him. He decided he would have liked those eyes, if she was prettier…
Suddenly, a loud shout was heard down the corridor. The classes stirred, worried glances and murmurs of "what the hell?" filling up the class. Some people from the first rows decided on checking out the noise, making their way hesitantly to the door. Stein remained seated, not in the least bit interested. He looked out of the windows, deep in thought.
No one made it to the door in time, it burst out open, revealing none other than Black Star, closely followed by a very pretty, voluptuous girl, whom was blushing and whispering to Black Star to "please quite down."
Soul couldn't believe it. Black Star was a friend from youth, a close friend that he met during his music lessons. His family was famous for their musical abilities, and Souls specialty was the Piano. He grinned, Black Star could play a mean sax, but for some reason he didn't like to divulge the information.
"Day 1, blackmail mission, complete…" He chuckled to himself. Standing up, he waved to the blue haired teen, who immediately recognized his snowy mop of hair.
"Duuuude!" Black Star whistled, launching himself at the desks, scaling them one by one in a matter of seconds. In no time they were high-fiving each other, grinning like mad men. At least one normal person here Soul was glad that this didn't turn out to be a complete drag.
Black Star sat in the vacant row beside him, the shy girl in tow. "Tsubaki, meet Soul, Soul my man, meet my partner, Tsubaki." Black Star made the introductions quick.
Soul grinned at the look of triumph in Black Stars eyes, he knew just as well as he did that she was hot, and he wanted to show up. Soul was ready to play.
Tsubaki smiled at him warmly, "a pleasure." Her voice nice and low, not high and annoying. She had a sweet personality, and Soul knew that she was a good choice for his loud and over-energetic friend.
Standing up, he bowed to her lightly, taking her hand in his, he let himself smirk just a tad, locking eyes with her for the merest of seconds. "Likewise." He murmured quietly, placing a chaste kiss on her slender hand. Noting how her cheeks dusted in a deep shade of pink.
He straightened up, and as he turned back to sit, he briefly flicked his eyes to Black Star. The blue haired teen was glaring at him, barely suppressing a smile.
He looked back to the front. By now, the class settled down again, and Stein continued with his beginning of the year speech. His eyes caught green, and he turned to her, wondering what she wanted, the question clear in his eyes.
He was taken aback to see anger flashing quietly within her, she was clutching the book she was reading tightly. What had he done? He tried to steamroll his memory… nope, clear. Shaking his head, he turned his attention to the doc just in time to hear the vital question.
"Who here is still not partnered up?"
Soul growled, it wasn't his fault that he was shipped here late, it was his parents fault for delaying his leave. He tentatively raised his hand up. Looking around and feeling his stomach drop an inch or two. No one else had raised their hand. He was alone.
His gut dropped even lower as the girl beside him also raised her hand. Her facial expression blank. She was pissed though, he could feel her anger roll in waves off her. He didn't know why he felt it, and he didn't care. He didn't like it.
Stein pointed at them two. "Partners" he said, and it was done.
Soul sighed sadly. Out of all the people he would have to work with, he was going to get this strange creature that was already mad at him.
To her credit, she didn't seem all to pleased with the choice either.
When the lesson was over, Stein instructed them to stand by their partners in a line, as each pair exited, he handed them a pair of keys and a slip of paper. Their house-keys and the address of where they would be staying. Soul stood stiffly beside her, looking straight ahead, he had gotten up last, and noted that she had done the same, clearly waiting for him as the line extended.
Stein had given her the key, and she walked on ahead of him outside. He however wanted to see what he could do with this uncomfortable situation.
Backtracking his way inside the classroom, he walked up to the desk Stein was at, leafing through a pile of papers.
"Ummm doc?" He asked quietly, not wanting to annoy the silver haired man. Stein looked up at him with interest, not saying anything.
"Well, here's the problem." He began, taking his hands out of his pockets and placing them on the desk. "It seems that everyone got to choose their partners, and while I understand that such was hard to do with me because I came late I think that the match you gave was a bit unfair for one I don't know her she obviously doesn't like me and we haven't exchanged a word all day on top of which it feels like she was … so yeah…" Soul grabbed a lungful of air, he realized that he was ranting.
"Well…" Stein gave him a look that said clearly; dear child, I think you've lost your marbles."
"How much do you know about whom I partnered you up with?" Stein asked politely…too politely, Soul decided that he was treading on dangerous ice.
"I don't even know her name…" he sighed, running his hand through his hair. "How uncool is that?"
"Maka Albarn" Stein answered. Looking down to his papers once more. "Are you familiar with the name?"
Soul's eyes went wide. Of course he had heard of that last name. The famous death scythe, the most powerful… "She's his daughter?" he almost keeled over.
Stein nodded. "And guess who turned him into one?"
Soul was listening intently, his eyes wide. He decided that never in his life had he listened to a teacher with such abrupt passion.
"Her Mother." Stein stated simply. "The most able meister to walk Shibusen."
"So why the hell hasn't she partnered with anyone until now?" Soul was beginning to question the sanity of most of the students here. Her parents were pure power! Why hadn't anyone noticed the goldmine that was Maka Albarn?
"Well…" Stein turned the screw inside his head. "She's not the most…shall we say, friendly person to get along with…"
Soul understood... "So she's not cool to be around?" he questioned
"Precisely."
"So why do I have to be the sore exception?"
"Because I said so…"
Soul knew he lost the case. Sighing in disappointment. He shoved his hands back in his pockets and closed his eyes, this was going to be SO uncool.
As he walked away, Stein turned to him. "Good day Soul, I'm sure you'll manage splendidly." The teacher chuckled to himself as Soul walked out with a sour look on his face.
Soul walked out with his eyes still closed, wondering how in hell he was supposed to make his life any easier. He turned his head at a small sound that was made to his left. He was met with Maka herself, who was plastered to the wall, eyes wide in anger and hurt, she looked straight at him, threw the keys and note in his face and practically sped off in the direction of the exit.
Soul was taken aback and ashamed. She had heard all, and despite the fact that he wasn't lying, he felt somehow responsible for hurting her. That was a first for anyone, he had never cared about what people thought or how they reacted to anything he said. And now this… "Fuck it all." He whispered as he ran after her.
He ran all the way to the entrance just in time to see her take the stairs and right. He wasted no time, shoving the keys and the note in his coat pocket, he raced down and ran to the parking lot. His bike was warm beneath him, being in the sun all day, it roared to life as soon as he switched they key, vibrating softly beneath him. Like a dark beast come to life.
He sped out of the lot, looking for any sign of her. He found none. He was pissed, he should have closed the door behind him when he went to talk with Stein. But it was a lost case now, he needed to talk to her. To straighten things out.
He peeked at the address and sped in the direction of his new home. The home that he now shared with Maka Albarn.
AN: Oki… kinda nervous about that one… please tell me what you think? :D