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Chapter One: Death's World-class Masters Academy(DWMA): School Of The Arts

Slender fingers caressed the ivory keys, his touch feather-like, the keys never playing a single note. "Beautiful isn't it?" A man with slate-colored hair and spectacles made his presence known to the other being in the room. "A shame it hasn't been played in years and from your hostile stance I do believe you won't be gracing us with your playing anytime soon." The man pushed his glasses up his nose, his actions held a strange unfulfilled intent. The distant clanging of bells reached reluctant ears, "Well, I suppose we should both be getting to orientation. Don't you agree?" There were no other words exchanged in the cold air between them. Not caring to wait longer for a reply the man continued, "Well, I won't waste any more of your time, I'll be going. Have a pleasant day...Mr. Evans…"

Olive eyes narrowed in response to the paper in front of her. "Unacceptable." She murmured with spite. The black number: 91 was circled in the same colored ink and looked as if it cowered with fear from the scrutinizing orbs that bore down. She crumpled the thick wad of papers into a tight ball, then tossed it into a neighboring trash can with malice. Tolling bells could be heard not too far away and on that note, the frustrated girl quickly made her inside the school for orientation.

Students trickled into the auditorium, and quite curiously there seemed to be a lack of silence. People merge into groups and there seemed to be no mingling between the chunks of people. There, of course were a few strays who lingered away from the crowd, this included a girl with large olive eyes and a boy in a pinstriped suit. Both kept to themselves having no care for the people, or more likely for the world around them. The commotion began the minute the boy looked up, his scarlet eyes giving him away to all who wondered. A nearby group approached him, joyful whispers were covered by the loudness of the atmosphere. "Excuse me, are you Soul Evans?" A female voice asked excitedly but as he looked at her the boy was not surprised that he was met with a faceless figure who flocked with crowd. "Yes, I am." She squealed in delight, a sound so vulgar that the boy grimace in disgust. And like dominos his cover fell apart piece by piece. "The piano prodigy? No way!" "Wait Soul Eater Evans?" "He's so handsome." That last one was a whisper and quite frankly the one he hated the most. "Alright! Alright! Settle down." A voice boomed from the stage. Eyes were drawn to the stage and with that the orientation started, Soul then felt an emotion wash over him, he supposed that this is what relief felt like.

As the speech came to a close students again became restless. "Your dorm and roommates will be posted on the announcements wall just outside this auditorium. And remember, you were selected to be respectful, responsible and above all else dignified students, we at the DWMA expect you to act like it. That is all." The man walked off the stage, students began to stand up and make their way outside the room. Grabbing his bag Soul began to walk out of the now thinned out auditorium. He made his way through the clambering halls when he felt a delicate tap on his pinstriped covered shoulder. "Are you Soul Evans?" A melodic voice sounded behind him, he sighed not in the mood to be berated by a fan of his family. "Yes I am but-" He was cut off by the voice. "You forgot this in the auditorium." The voice said as a hand placed his school-issued planner in his unprepared hand. It was at this moment her face became a little less blurred and he could see her features, more importantly her muted smile. "Have a good day." She turned on heel and walked away briskly not waiting for a reply. This was the first time he met the girl with the large lurid green eyes and a soft smile that made his heart beat a little faster.

Her footsteps never faltered as she walked through the courtyard her eyes focused harshly on the destination she wished to be. The building was broad and tall, so much so that it blocked the sun. When she reached it her hand gripped the handle tightly as she pulled it open. Her boots clacked on the floor noisily, not that she cared. Her class was empty when she arrived, just the way she liked it. Taking her seat she waited for the time to pass but it seemed as if it never would. Her hand rooted through her bag to find something that would occupy her time. Her fingers grazed something hard and she grinned happily. Pulling the book out of her bag she opened it to the first page and started to read.

So enthralled in her book she hardly even noticed the figure standing over her. "Charmaine? I wasn't aware that anyone here even knew who he was." A girl with swaying obsidian hair and a shapely figure that any women would be jealous of voiced with a chuckle in her voice. "Of course! His books are amazing especially the 'Fountain Of Glass'." The olive eyed girl lit up when she spoke. "Yes! One of his best! But I think I prefer The Rose Bower, Ciel is such a strong character." They shared a mutual smile and a pause of silence, neither caring about the room now filling with their peers. "My name is Tsubaki." The long hair girl outstretched her hand for the olived-eyed girl to take. "Maka." She replied as she shook Tsubaki's hand. The girl of tall stature sat in the desk next her as they continued to converse, soon the teacher's approaching yet unnoticed presence became a little more noticeable. Rolling wheels screeched through the doorway and a chair with a person on it came hurtling into the room. The figure person the chair abruptly stood up, his glasses gleaming in the lighting. "Hello class, I am Dr. Stein and I will be your Science teacher for the rest of the years here at the Academy." As he said this he wrote his name on the chalkboard. "Any questions?" One female student raised her hand, "If this is an Arts Academy why are we learning Science, shouldn't we be learning about things pertinent to our Major?" A sickening smile crossed over the man's face as he began to walk towards the many seated students. "You don't think Science is pertinent?..." A dark chuckle escaped his smiling lips. "Science explains why your voice sounds the way it does... Science explains why you chose the words you do when writing, or the notes you pick while playing... Science explains your ability to dance... Science explains all of your so-called "talents", so you see none of you are "special", nor are you "talented", Science just dealt you a good hand...But you should remember that there will always be someone who received a better hand than you, and by that standard you are all expendable, all replaceable…So, the question you should be asking is "Am I pertinent?" The girl slumped back into her seat and that was the last time anyone questioned that teacher's validity or purpose.

Soul would have like to have said that his first class of the day was uneventful, but that would be more than a lie. Not only did their professor have his students dissect a frog on the first day but he also verbally undermined their talent and very existence. Yet this was not the most riveting part, the girl with the luring green eyes sat right a mere two seats in front of him. She sat with perfect posture, listening intently and hanging off of every word of the lecture. Her pencil didn't stop moving, for as long as there was information flowing from the professor's mouth her pencil never would. He noticed how she would steal small glances of the people surrounding her as if she were studying them as much as she was studying the topic of frog organs. The clanging of bells was heard once more and at the moment it was the girl with viridian green eyes stood and gathered her belongings before she fled the classroom of her peers she handed a small piece of paper to the girl next to her with a bright smile. Her footsteps were deafening to him as she left the room, and Soul supposed the only time he would catch a glimpse of her is when she walked away because she left the world behind too fast and his pace never seemed to compare.

The sun had reached a low position in the sky as the day of classes drew to an end and the final bells began to toll to signal the end. A rush of students began to fill the campus and eventually began to disperse in the direction of their affairs, but be that as it may, of course, there were those of them who strayed. Those of them that lingered because where would they go? Among those was a girl, a girl with lavish verdant eyes. Her stride was hesitant, her direction unsure. She wandered through the dark square her eyes grazing the buildings when she passed them. Her steps faltered in connection with her eyes zeroing in on a sign that read 'Campus Library'. With a destination in mind her footsteps became reassured and with that in mind, she started to walk in that direction.

The time she spent with books was a time she was truly happy. She was surrounded by lives, each book a soul wanting its story to be known to all those who read it. She smiled at the rows of her new found friends, hoping to become acquainted with all of them, and good friends to a few. Her emersion was in an old soul of tragedy, his words becoming a voice in her mind leaving an imprint. She heard a small knocking sound paired with "Excuse me...Miss?" Maka turned around to see a woman with caramel eyes lightly rapping her knuckles a nearby bookshelf. "We're actually closing, but you're welcome to come back tomorrow." Maka's light rose colored lips shifted down into a slight frown, feeling slightly sad for having to leave her new found friend behind. The woman's eyes flickered to the navy colored book in the younger girl's hand, "I could check you out really quick though." The olive eyed girl perked up for a moment before slumping down. "I don't have a library card." The golden-haired woman thought for a moment, "How about you just take it? Just this one time, it'll be our little secret, and when you come back we'll get you that library card?" Maka straightened up immediately and a bright smile found its place on her face. "Really? Thank you so much," her eyes flickered to the name tag attached to the woman's breast area, "Marie." The woman just grinned and continued tidying up the shelves as Maka briskly walked out of the room with a certain and very discernible pep.

Maka's footsteps echoed in the corridor, wincing at the sound as it was the only one that reached her ears with such a furiosity. She had not exactly planned to get lost, it just sorta happened; one wrong turned to another and another and eventually she just stopped counting. There was a glimmer of hope when she stumbled upon the auditorium doors, a familiar sight. She walked up to a section of papers plastered to the hard surface, "Where is my dorm?" She whispered to herself, her eyes squinting in concentration. West Wing, Room 13B. 'No roommate listed, maybe it's a single room..' The thought found its way into her head and she was delighted, to say the least, some peace and quiet were much needed. Her pigtails bounced as she followed the signs leading her to solitary, performing almost a dance as she made her way.


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~M. A. Rs

I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night