Chapter 1: It Begins
Maka stared up at crimson eyes paired with oddly tanned skin and snow white hair from her position on the floor.
"Um, would you mind getting off of me?" His eyes widened as her hands pressed against his chest then his eyes slowly closing into slits.
"It's not like I wanted to be on top of a girl like you!" His voice filled with a thin layer of sarcasm. Her face flamed brick red and she slammed one of her many books, which had fallen out of her arms, onto the top of his head.
"MAKA-CHOP!" He rolled off of her and held his head, muttering obscenities as he rolled around.
'I guess I might have gone a bit overboard with that Maka-Chop…' she sighed to herself. It really wasn't his fault after all she had been the one to wander into the piano room to find out who was playing the beautiful but dark melody. It was just her luck that as she walked around the piano and saw the person playing that the building suddenly started shaking. It wasn't her fault that an earth quake caused Maka to fall over onto the ground and the guy on the piano bench to fall on top of her, although she just could not forgive his comment it was just to rude and unjustified... Well maybe a little justified. She sat up and glared at him but allowed her eyes to soften in just the slightest of manners as she opened her mouth he cut her off.
"So who the hell are you and what are you doing spying on me?" He glared at her as if she had committed the ultimate crime.
"Well I was just about to apologize to you for walking in on you playing but never mind that! And why the hell should I tell you my name?" She flinched at her own cursing. 'I am so not used to that. It is a very rare event for me to do that.' The crimson eyed boy stared at her as if she was an insane girl.
"You should tell me your damn name cause it's polite and beside you're the one who wandered into this room and was spying on me!" Her face blanched as she looked away towards the window that looked out on the night sky.
"My name is Maka Albarn. I'm new here and just transferred so I was looking around." The crimson eyed boy stared at her for a few seconds before bursting out laughing.
"You're looking around in a semi-deserted school 8:00 at night? How is that even legal?" He continued laughing bringing another tinge of red to her cheeks.
"How can you say something like that when you are here yourself? And besides I acquired special permission from Principle Death to roam the school grounds!" She smiled smugly and his eyes widened at that statement as if he couldn't believe this nerdy little girl could have gotten such special permission.
"Wait… Are you even old enough to be going to high school? Besides that how could you get that kind of permission from Mr. Death?" She narrowed her eyes at his remark.
"I'm Seventeen for your information and I'm Spirit Albarn's daughter (unfortunately…) so Mr. Death gave me permission to wander around to orient myself so that I can start tomorrow! And you still haven't introduced yourself yet!" Once again those crimson eyes widened.
"My name is Soul Eater and I'm eighteen…" His voice trailed off as if he had no idea what to say.
"Okay. Well it's nice to meet you Soul Eater. Although, it is time for me to go now, I've looked all over the school. So see you later!" She quickly stood up and ran out of the room leaving Soul to humph while watching her leave.
The next day it was a depressing morning since Maka had woken up too early for school and was cleaning around her apartment for the second time that morning while listening to the rain. She sighed and looked around the small apartment. Her desk and bookshelves were against the farthest wall next to her bedroom that had the barest essentials having only a bed and another bookshelf. The living room was connected to the kitchen and had a couch and a table set in front of the TV which was only on for the use of background noise, which was its primary function usually. She smiled at her perfectly cleaned apartment and looked up at the time on the TV. It read 5:20 and she sighed again, it was finally almost time for school and damn if she wasn't nervous. She went to her room and got dressed in her uniform that was provided to her by Mr. Death.
The uniform was beautiful and hugged her small curves well, she smiled as she ran her hands over the black fabric that blended into a blood-red color but sighed when she ran her hands through her straight hair. She wandered into the bathroom and gripped the curling iron, hissing when the wand burnt her hand as she wrapped her ash blonde hair around the wand. Placing the wand down she searched the bathroom and located a heat resistant glove and with the use of the glove she adjusted to the wand and curled her hair as simply as she could. Pleased with herself she went out of the bathroom and into the kitchen and fixed a piece of toast with jam, grabbed her bag, walked out the door and after locking it walked towards the school while nibbling on her toast. On her way to school a motorcycle passed her by and she saw a tuft of white hair just before the bike went around the corner and out of her line of sight. She wondered if that was Soul and shrugged deciding it was all that important and she came to the base of Shibusen and stared at the towering staircase.
'Even though I saw this last night it did not strike me as being as big as it really is…' Her thoughts trailed off as a hand came down and wrapped around her arm which caused her to look up at the owner of that hand and saw Spirit Albarn ginning a dumb looking grin at her.
"Papa hopes your day goes well since Mama and Papa met and fell in love here but you shouldn't worry about love! No guy is good enough for my baby!" Disgust leaked into her eyes and she glared at the man and chopped his head.
"Shut up Papa. You are a horrible example for me; since you always find a 'pretty lady' to keep you company on those lonely nights since Mama left you!" She stomped off leaving Spirit looking as if he had been struck by lightning. Maka smiled and quickly climbed up the stairs and looked back at the scenery once she reached the top and she thought to herself:
'I never want to find a guy like Papa, he is such an idiot!' Once again her thoughts were interrupted, this time by a loud, obnoxious yell. She looked up at the source of the noise and noticed a blue speck on the highest needle on the building.
"Yahoo! I'm the great and amazing Black*Star, bow down to my awesomeness!" Maka looked around to see if anyone else was around and noticed a raven-haired beauty.
"Black*Star, get down from there before you break something and Death the Kid gets mad at you!" She pleaded with the speck that Maka now assumed was Black*Star.
'The hell kind of name is that? Were his parents some kind of goth-hippies?' She walked over to the girl and tapped her side since she was too tall to tap on the shoulder. "Um, is something wrong with that kid? Why is he on the needle like that?" The girl's face flushed and a look of dread crossed her features and she quickly bowed at the waist.
"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry about him! He's a little enthusiastic and he's just trying to show off!" She rushed her speech as she looked back and forth from Maka to the speck.
"Tsubaki! You're s'pposed to watch only me not some flat-chested girl!" Maka's face grew an angry shade of red and Tsubaki bowed repeatedly to her and Maka waved her hand.
"Whatever, my name is Maka Albarn, I'm new here." Tsubaki's face lit up as she smiled.
"I'm Tsubaki Nakastukasa and it's a pleasure to meet you!" She was a very shy yet enthusiastic person in Maka's opinion. Maka smiled at the girl and quickly told her she would see her around and ran off much to Black*Star's chagrin that the two girls were ignoring him.
A/N: If you like the story so far, let me know by reviewing, or give me some notes on what you want done differently. But I'm sorry about my confusing writing style. T-T
So... If you like it, I'll keep writing on this, if not I have other ideas for Soul Eater stories that I really want to start working on...
Disclaimer: *I obviously don't own SE, if I did Soul would have confessed to Maka in the most coolest of scenes and smothered in cool-guy love. And Black*Star wouldn't be so loud.*