Okay, before you guys get all worked up, I did not steal this idea. I was inspired by the fanfic Wonderful Nightmare to try and do something really different. If you don't like it go and do some nerd rage. This one is dedicated to you, GlassAlice! It was just an idea so don't sue me.

Disclaimer:I do NOT own Soul Eater, no matter how much I write about it.

Prologue: "A Chance Meeting Ties Us Forever"

"Soul, hurry up! We're going to be late!" A tall teenage boy sprinted down the school's hallway, clutching a violin case in one hand and a blue folder of sheet music in the other. A shorter, (yet almost identical-looking) ten-year old boy was following close behind.

"I'm hurrying, wait up Wes!" grumbled the younger, a mess of papers in his arms held to his chest. He stumbled after his brother frantically, scowling in fury. Soul's shock of uncombed white hair and bloodshot red eyes make him look like a demon, witch was only enhanced by the pointy, zipper-like teeth he now bared at his older brother Wes. "It's all your fault. You let me sleep in when I told you to wake me up!"

"Hey, if anything you should be old enough to able to wake yourself up. Besides, I was practicing." Wes rounded the corner and Soul barely caught up. Evidently the boy had not been paying attention to where he was going. Several, almost all of the sheets of music that had been smashed against him fluttered to the ground when he collided with some innocent girl who had just a second ago been strolling around the corner herself.

"Gah!" yelled Soul, falling on his butt.

"Eek!" screeched the girl, landing with an ugly thud opposite the boy.

Wes stopped and looked back. Damn it Soul...

"Are you okay?" he said, screeching to a halt only to come rushing to the little girl's aid. Soul frowned while salvaging his sheet-music. Why didn't he get any help? "I'm sorry about my brother, we're late for music class." He put the folder under one arm and held out his hand. The girl stared at it angrily, picked her self up and dusted off her skirt.

"I'm okay," she replied, folding her arms and turning her head to the side. Her sandy pigtails swayed with her movements, and the brothers simply stared as the young girl squint her sage eyes in annoyance.

"Hey," said Soul when he had finally gathered his things. "You should watch where you're walking."

"I should say the same about you, asshole. And my name's Maka Albarn, not 'you' so 'you' better learn some matters. You two are the Evans brothers right?"

"..." Soul ground his teeth together.

"Oh, you're that girl from the drama department," realized Wes. "I've heard you're a great actress."

"Thanks," said Maka with a grin.

Wes nodded. "Isn't that right Soul? They were talking about her in Mr. Gregor's music class."

"For an actress she looks pretty plain to me," muttered Soul with an angry snort.

"Shut up, shortstack," threatened the girl.

Wes looked at the clock on his wrist and nearly fainted. "We've got to go, alright?" he said hurriedly, pulling on his brother's arm. "But see you later, okay?"

Maka nodded, "keep that mutt you call a brother on a leash, okay?"

"Shut up you bitch!" yelled Soul, he put up his middle finger and stuck out his tongue just as he was pushed into Mr. Gregor's room. Wes sighed, disappearing as well.

"I hope I never see that dude again," mumbled Maka with a frown.

And it was true that she didn't see him for a very long time. Five years in fact.