I don't own Soul Eater.
She adjusted her bag, sliding it over her opposite shoulder, becoming alert as the sound of the subway train could be heard from down the dark tunnel.
Maka hated the trips to and from Uni. It was peak time on a weekday morning and the amount of people on the platform was suffocating.
The train arrived two minutes late, the impatient of the business people complaining as the carriages grounded to a halt, letting the early rises on, Maka being –unfortunately- one of them.
She didn't even bother finding a seat, the train being so packed full. Maka grabbed one of the handles hanging from the roof, people in the carriage swaying as the train started off down the tunnel.
She wanted to get her book out, the train ride being 20 minutes long and with nothing to do. But she thought better of it, every time the train stopped and started she practically fell over. She had to focus on just staying upright.
Moving to the side, she let more people onto the already packed carriage, grumbling as her personal space was invaded. She made a move to grab the handle tighter, but before she could get grip again, the train jerked forward causing her to squeak and fall backwards and into the torso of the person standing innocently behind her.
"Ouuf."
The stranger from behind held her up under the arms to stop her falling to the ground. Blush spreading all the way to her ears; she lifted herself up out of the arms, turning around to apologize profusely to the person who had caught her.
She didn't mean to stare, but her words were just not coming out like they should have been.
Behind her stood a man, about a head taller than herself, clothed in a black hoddie, which was pulled up and over his hair. Around his neck was a pair of overly large headphones that had unintentionally slipped off his ears at some stage. The guy had a fringe of white hair protruding from under the hood, his eye brows pinched together in what seemed to be worry, or confusion.
But what had made her speechless was not the fact that his hair was a pure white, (whether it was natural or not, Maka did not know.) or that he seemed to be waiting on her for a reply, it was the colour of this man's eyes that took the words from her mouth.
Blood red.
Swirling pools of dark crimson that felt as if they were piercing through her soul. Some might have explained it as looking into the eyes of the devil, the eyes of death if you like. But not her. His eyes were captivating, locking her in a nonverbal staring competition that she couldn't seem to break from.
"Are…you ok?"
The sound of his low voice finally broke Maka from the mesmerised gaze she found herself in. She stuttered, nodding.
"A-ah yes. Thank you."
Slipping the headphones over his head again, he looked out the train window. Averting his sombre eyes away from her obvious attention.
"No problem."
The rest of the train ride was thankfully uneventful. Making sure she held onto the handle tight enough that she could no longer feel her hands.
But the insecure feeling that she was being watched stayed, even as she stepped onto the familiar concrete platform that was her stop.
She was going to hit someone.
Maka sat up the back of the reasonably large lecture theatre, crushing her innocent ballpoint pen so tight that she wouldn't be surprised if it snapped. The light above her flickered on and off, distracting her from taking notes. Could they not change the freaking light bulb? It's not as if finances were an issue here, the university being the only private one for at least 500 kilometres.
Maka closed her eyes, breathing deeply before opening them again, trying to get a focus on her notes for this bland lesson.
Coming from a working class family, she didn't quite fit in here. Only maintaining to keep one friend, an exchange student from Japan. Tsubaki, who wasn't taking this class anyway. So Maka sat up the back, minding her own business, trying to take notes as dutifully as possible with the blinking light situated right above her head. She was a scholarship student, being offered a place at the university three years ago, a second year, studying humanities in hope to be who knows what, she didn't have a clue. But being only 21, Maka reminded herself that she had time to decide.
Her cursive shorthand littered now full page, she turned for a new sheet, sighing when she found none left. Maka flipped through her folder in search of possible blank pages, stopping suddenly when she came across a page that had been written all in red pen.
Red like his eyes.
Though his colour was much more endearing.
Maka grumbled and massaged her head. She shouldn't be lusting after someone whom she had met only once. And by accident for that matter.
Although he was good looking.
Maka hit herself lightly before flopping onto the desk, abandoning her notes.
She was way to distracted to concentrate anymore.
"Should we go out for lunch? Or just buy something from the canteen?" Maka asked, readjusting her bag to sit more comfortably on her small shoulder.
"I don't have another lecture today, and you don't have one till this afternoon right?" The attractive girl in front of her spoke, fixing the band of her hair tie. "Let's go out."
They ended up at a small café on the corner two blocks away, ordering coffee and two relatively cheap toasted sandwiches, all that they could afford, being broke university students.
"Ok, tell me what you think." The girl, Tsubaki announced, slipping an A4 sheet of cartridge paper from her bag. "And please don't be biased Maka."
The blond smiled, already knowing that whatever her friend was about to show her would be good. Tsubaki studied arts and design.
"I'm never biased as it is!"
"You are so." Tsubaki pouted, but handed the artwork to Maka anyway.
A black raven sat upon a rose stalk, narrowly avoiding the thorns that protruded from it.
Too bad the rose was a deep red. Maka might have been able to keep her mind clear of 'train guy' if it were any other colour.
"So…what do you think?" The artist fidgeted in her seat.
"I really love the colour of the rose." Maka said without thinking.
It was so painfully true.
She was somewhat apprehensive to catch the train that evening. Wanting, but also not wanting to see him again.
At least there were spare seats this time around. She sat in the back corner of the carriage, taking out her book before inconspicuously scanning the rest of the seats for that piercing red she had been thinking about way too much today.
Her heart lurched when her eyes made purchase with what she was looking for. Sitting at the furthest end of the carriage was the man that wore the same black hoodie and headphones as this morning. The one with the eyes she could not seem to forget.
He was staring straight at her.
I forgot how much i love writing~ When i sat down to finish this chapter i was... i dunno, excited if you will. Finally thought of something that i actually WANT to write.
I'll give you more details about length and stuff in the next chapter. But for now, i want to know if you guys think i should continue.
Thanks for reading~
