A/N: Hiya~ I've been working on this in my head for a while now! Hope you enjoy!!! If you review afterwards I'll give you one of my famous giant cookies! :] BTW this is a SoulxMaka story and I might add a lemon somewhere in a later chapter if I feel like it. We'll just have to wait and see.
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater no matter how much I wish I did T.T
Piano Keys
By: MentalVerin
Chapter One: Preparations
--MAKA--
It was that time of the year again. The day Maka dreaded but also looked forward too. She was turning seventeen this time and Liz and Tsubaki had this undying desire to throw her the biggest birthday bash ever. The blonde didn't know why those two insisted on throwing her such big parties in which she didn't know half the people they invited.
Maka sighed as she watched the two older girls rummage around the racks of clothes in the store they were currently in. It was they're thirtieth stop that day; Maka didn't even know Death City had that many dress shops.
'Why are they going all out this year anyways?' Maka thought to herself as she watched Liz pull out a hideous looking dress that was salmon pink and had a decoration of red embroidered swans at the bottom.
Liz and Tsubaki eyed the dress skeptically before looking over at Maka for five seconds then turning back to each other and shaking their heads.
"Hmm…C'mon, Tsubaki! We need to look harder!" Liz cheered.
Tsubaki nodded vigorously before continuing to raid the poor dress rack.
'Maybe while they're distracted I can make my escape,' Maka thought in her head. She turned her head to look for the exit and frowned when she saw Patti standing guard by the door to make sure she didn't leave. The short haired blonde waved like a five year old when she saw Maka looking at her.
Maka groaned and turned her attention back to the drama queens in front of her. "A-ano…" she started.
Tsubaki and Liz looked up at the younger girl with questioning looks. "What is it, Maka-chan?" Tsubaki asked with a gentle smile.
"Um…do you guys really have to go so far out for this birthday? I mean, I'm only turning seventeen after all," Maka said.
Liz and Tsubaki looked at each other then Liz burst out laughing and Tsubaki giggled quietly. Maka looked on with a confused expression.
"Maka, we're doing this so that Soul will finally ask you out," Liz said with a sly smirk.
Maka felt the blood rush to her face in the form of a blush. "W-why would you want him to do that?" she asked, stuttering on the first word.
Tsubaki giggled again and Liz's smirk grew. "Maka, Maka, Maka," she said, shaking her head. "We've known for a while now how you've really felt about that 'cool' little weapon of yours." Liz walked over to the red girl and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "You can thank us after we've gotten you the perfect dress," she continued as she led the birthday girl over to the dress rack.
"Don't worry, Maka-chan," Tsubaki said with a sweet smile. "Everything will work out perfectly."
The two girls continued their search of the store for the perfect dress for Maka to wear while their victim was dragged around and forced to try one dress after dress.
Maka sighed after the forty-fifth dress. "This had better work," she grumbled.
--SOUL--
Soul looked back and forth between his two friends who stood at his door with smirks plastered on their idiot faces.
"What do you want?" he asked.
Their idiot grins grew wider as they looked to each other then back at Soul. The platinum haired boy raised an eyebrow in question.
Kid cleared his throat and looked at the other boy with a glint in his eye. "We're her under orders from Tsubaki and Liz to make sure you make it to Shibusen tonight and make sure you dress appropriately for the occasion," Kid stated.
Black Star nodded his head vigorously in agreement. "Sure thing! YAHOO! Tonight is gonna be great because I'll be there!" The loudmouth cheered loudly in the middle of the apartment hall.
'So un-cool,' Soul mused in his head as he watched his best friend flaunt his 'God-like' ego in the middle of the hallway. "Since when do you two take orders from your weapons," he asked outloud.
"Since it's Maka's seventeenth birthday and they are readying the birthday girl for the occasion," Kid said. Soul and Kid continued the conversation, ignoring Black Star's flaunting.
"What's so important about this one that you have a reason to drag my meister away at six o'clock in the morning, waking me up in the process as well, and then coming over here three hours later to nag me about getting ready for this party?" Soul said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Who said anything about having a reason?" Kid countered.
Soul felt his temple throb in irritation as he backed away from the two and prepared to slam his door in their faces. Before he got to the part of swinging his arm to close the door, Black Star jumped him and knocked him out with a hit of his wavelength.
The two conscious boys grinned over their victim as they entered the apartment that Soul and Maka shared and began stripping their friend and Kid pulled a black bag out of the air. They dumped the contents out on the couch and laughed maliciously as they dressed the white haired boy.
With their job done they left a note in his hands and left the apartment quickly, knowing what would happen if their friend woke up and they were still there.
The note read:
Dear Soul,
Sorry for knocking you out but we knew it was the only way to get your cooperation. The party is at Shibusen at five o'clock. Please be there with your present ready for Maka.
See you then,
Death the Kid and Black Star
(One hour later)
Soul opened his eyes slowly and groaned at the light that blinded him from above. He sat up on his couch and rubbed his sensitive eyes, alleviating the pain in his pupils.
When, the pain was bearable he opened his eyes and looked around. Kid and Black Star were nowhere around and he was holding a piece of paper in his hand. He looked down and read the message over quickly.
He cursed as he read the short missive over for the third time. Those bastards had knocked him out, changed his clothes while he was unconscious and were now expecting him to listen to their orders after all that.
Soul sighed. Of course he was going to listen. Maka would be disappointed in him if he didn't attend her big birthday bash.
The teen sighed as he got off his couch and went to the bathroom to see what the two annoyances had done. He frowned at the outfit. It was a black suit with a white dress shirt under it and a black tie. The outfit was fine, he'd worn plenty of suits before and had gotten used to it before he had ran away from home. What irked him was what they had done with his hair.
"Stupid Kid and his freaking OCD," Soul grumbled. The little bastard had taken gel and plastered his hair on either side of his head evenly. Soul sighed and got to work. He was going to kill Kid and Black Star later. But first he had to do something important.
After putting his hair back into its normal style he left the apartment, locking the door behind him. As he walked down the stairs he thought of how Maka would react to the present he was going to give her.
"She had better like it and stop nagging me," he grumbled under his breath.
He exited the building and made his way to Shibusen it was still early and he had plenty of time to get his present together while he waited for the party to start. He stopped by a record store quickly on his way there and bought a voice recorder and a few tapes before continuing on his way to the large school.
It was a nice afternoon. There wasn't that many people out and it was quiet as they afternoon sun tried to stay awake.
It was only two o'clock when he finally reached the Shinigami Weapon Meister Vocational School. His hands were in his pants pockets as he made his way in through the front doors. He walked through the quiet hallways. They were probably holding the party in the grand hall.
Soul sighed as he made his way over to the East wing of the building where the elective classes were located. He read all the signs over the doors as he made his way down the halls. Computer Room, Art Room, Ballet Classroom, Writing Class, Drama Class, and the room where he had met his meister.
Soul pushed the door open where he had first met the girl with the blonde pig-tails. It had been a while since he had set foot in this room and it felt a bit nostalgic to him. The teenager sighed as he looked at the room that had walls covered with different sized pictures framed in different styled frames. But what caught his attention the most was the black instrument that was positioned in the center of the classroom.
Black ebony wood gleamed under the single overhead light that had the irony of adding a bit of drama to the scene. The piano shone with a gleam on its top. It looked like it had been waiting all these years for him to come back and play it.
Soul walked over and laid a hand over the black covering. How long had it been since he had played a piano outside of the room with the little demon? Was he still able to play one in real life?
One way to find out.
Soul set the bag of tapes from the shop on the white and black tiled floor as he pulled out and sat on the black wood bench. He pulled up the covering for the keys and placed light fingers over the ebony and ivory keys that had a glossy gleam to them under the light from overhead.
Soul's eyebrows furrowed into a frown as he pressed one of the keys and listened to the hum of its vibrations. He hesitated for a second before beginning. He warmed up his fingers with a simple song that he hadn't even composed. He would only play his own songs with all his heart and only for one person.
When the song was finished, Soul looked down at the plastic bag on the floor. "She had better like this," he grumbled again before pulling out the recorder and a cassette tape. He placed the tape in the recorder and set the device on the stand in front of him. He pressed record.
And began to play.
A/N: Well…did you like it? Hope ya did! Any who…please review! ^_^ I have the next one out as soon as I can. I'm gonna give my fingers a rest for a while before I start typing again. See ya next time! Verin signing out!