Soul strolled down the deserted street, even the bleeding moon refusing to show itself tonight. The only thing lighting up the brick walk ways and sidewalks were dim street lamps that were mostly broken, only a few still attempted to do their job to light up the street. With his hood up, the weapon, dressed in a black zip up jacket with a hood,' SOUL EATER' across the chest, faded maroon skinny jeans clung tightly to his legs, moved silently down the street. The jeans were accented with black high tops, the shoe laces tucked into the shoe instead of tied. His cloud white hair hid his face from the occasional passerby on the other side of the road. He didn't want to be bother by anyone or anything, having had a horrible nightmare, unable to get back to sleep
_DREAM_
The room was completely black. Soul was dressed in the attire he wore to the first date he and Black * Star had. Teal skinny jeans, white converse, a black sweater that hung off one shoulder and his hair in a black hairband. He'd always like the outfit until that day, when those words left Black * Star's lips and entered Soul's ears. Around the time he started to think of Black * Star, the blue haired assassin would always appear in a bright spot light. The ninja wore a black and orange wife-beater and black shorts that went about to his knees. "Soul. Big stars like me don't go out with boys." The blue haired ninja would say, before turning around and walking away into the darkness. Yet again, the words never failed to shatter his heart into tiny pieces, like it'd been burned in a raging fire and the ashes were thrown into the ocean to drown in the dark depths. Soul fell to his knees, clutching the left side of his chest. His pulse was nonexistent. His normally crimson eyes would fade to the dullest of grays. It was like his whole life had left him for dead.
_DREAM_
He shook his head to clear the thought of the horrid dream. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small wallet. He opened it, slowing to a stop. Inside of the little black wallet of memories was his cherished picture. It was a slightly burned picture of himself and Black * Star, the assassin's arm around Soul's neck, the other up in the air as he jumped up, Soul bending over a little under the weight. His eyes watered a little as he stared at the picture. He closed the wallet and slipped it back into the pocket of his skinny jeans, a small frail tear rolled halfway down his cheek before freezing in the winter weather. He turned slightly to lean back against the brick wall behind him as he stared up at the starless, velvet-like sky, his fire red eyes coated with a film of tears that refused to fall, puddling in his eyes like blood pools.
He thought to himself. 'Why did he leave..' He questioned himself. 'Was I not good enough...? Did I... I make him mad..?' Lowly thoughts raced through his mind, each one delivering a powerful blow to his self-confidence. He slumped to the ground, his legs pulled up to his chest, his arms tucked in between the two. He let his head fell forward, his forehead resting on his knees. His hair framed his face and hide the clear liquid falling rather quickly from his eyes, the salty substance refusing to freeze now. Soul could no longer hold back the sobs that escaped his throat in the dim light of the street lamp, which soon after flickered out, leaving him in the darkness. He felt a little better in the darkness because no one could see him crying his eyes out. Although Soul wanted to be left alone, but Little Oni had other plans. "Soul, you know, if you give into your madness, you won't be able to feel this pain...~ You'll be numb...~"
Soul said nothing, although the offer was very tempting in his current state. He appeared in the Dark Room, his black pin stripe suit with a red undershirt and a black tie accenting his features. His expression was emotionless, although it was covering up the extreme pain he was in at the moment. "What do I have to do.." Soul asked the little red demon. Little Oni smirked. "All you have to do... is play the piano..~" He said, gesturing to a ebony black piano with ivory keys. It had an eerie aura, but he didn't mind it. Soul approached the piano, dragging his fingers gently across the keys, careful not the press any of them quite yet. He sniffled, his emotions starting to leak through. His heart felt like it was shriveled up, blacker than the darkest night and colder than the iciest winter. Soul glanced back the the tiny red man who was anxiously waiting to hear that first piano note, signaling Soul wanted to give into the madness.
Before the white haired boy could hit the first note, a familiar voice pleaded him not to do it. He glanced over at the dark hall with black curtains around it. Maka Albarn was standing in her beautiful black dress and high heels. "Soul, please don't do this.." She begged. The weapon looked back down to the piano, it's 88 keys just calling to him, pleading to be played. Soul inhaled sharply. "Maka... you wouldn't.. you just don't understand. I have to do this." He said, his hand lowering closer to the keys.
Although, just before he hit the first key, Soul jolted himself awake with a loud scream from the nightmare. He was broke out in a cold sweat that covered his whole body except for the places where his pajama pants clung to his skin. Panting harshly, he gripped his snow white hair as his eyes teared up, the nightmare having been driving him crazy. He pulled his legs to his chest as tears pelted his blanket softly, absorbing into the fabric with ease. There was a soft knock on the door before Maka entered the room slowly. "S-Soul..? Are you okay..?" She asked, obviously worried from his screaming. The scythe nodded slowly. Maka shut the door behind her as she walked over to the boy, sitting on the edge of his soft bed and placing a hand softly on his warm back. Soul was sweating only a little bit now, though he was still extremely worried about his dream.
He pushed her away quickly, his eyes watering. The white haired boy gestured for her to leave the room. She obliged and slowly got to her feet, though she really didn't want to leave her weapon in that condition. If she didn't, he'd have thrown a fit though. She hesitantly made her way over to the door, yet lingered in the door way for a moment. "Soul.. don't... don't do anything stupid, alright?" She asked of him softly, hoping he would promise. Although, he remained completely silent. She turned back to look at him over her shoulder. He was staring down at his hands resting softly on the blanket, the only light was from the bleeding moon outside shinging softly through his window to illuminate the room. His cloud-like hair hovered infront of his face to block other's view from the water forming in his eyes, although when the droplets fell, the dim light hit them at the right angle to make them shimmer. Maka sighed softly before continuing out of his room and back into her own, figuring it was best to leave him alone for now at least.
After he heard her door shut, he swung his legs over the side of the bed to the wooden floor below, his feet hovering only an inch above the ground. He used his arms to push himself off the bed, his feet planting themselves firmly on the ground. Stumbling to his feet, he trudged to the shared bathroom, grabbing one of his totally black towels from the cabinet in the hallway and entering the bathroom. Soul shut and locked the door behind himself. He sniffled softly, looking at his face in the mirror. The whites of his eyes challenged the redness of his pupils and made his white hair even mor pronouced. His face was red and blotchy, it being very obvious that he has been crying, his normal smirk replaced with a blank expression. He reached up and opened the mirror cabinet, one, to move the mirror and two, he wanted the replacement razors for his shaving razor. Though, he didn't want to shave, or replace the razor in the llittle device.
He opened the small containter and pulled out a new, sharp, glistening replacement blade. He turned it over to examine it all, then laid the towel on the counter. He put the other blades back into the mirror cabinet and shut the door. Soul Eater Evans sniffled again as he placed the sharp blade against his wrist and stared up at himself in the mirror to avoid looking at the blade. He inhaled sharply as he quickly drug the razor across his wrist, the skin slicing perfect and crimson liquid rapidlly poured from his wrist onto the towel. He hissed inwardly in pain, the iron tainted substance overflowing into the skin and onto the floor as Soul's normally tanned skin began to pale. His eyes lolled back into his head as he fell backwards onto the floor. Maka heard the noise and came to investgate, though the door was locked. "Soul? SOUL!" She screamed through the door. Soul continued to bleed onto the floor, the blood puddling around his wrist.
A/n: I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter~! I'm sorry if it's really short, a lot of crap has happened in my life in this past few months, and it's been taking a devestating blow to my emotions. So, please Bare with me.