Author's Note: Hey there kitties! Just wanted to include that I do not own Soul Eater! Enjoy le story!~

Chapter 1: Agreement

"At first, I thought it would be stupid to go in the first place, but then later on I actually started to believe it was destiny..."

~~~~XOXOXO~~~~~

Nevada; 10:27 A.M.

I stand in front of the school's office, with my best friend, Tsubaki, handing the class attendance sheet to the jovial lady behind the sleek oak desk, when something catches my sparkly emerald eyes that was placed accordingly on the desk. There are cascades of piles of paper on the desk, but the way one pile seemed to stand out from the rest was beckoning me to read what was on the paper.

I pick one up in spite of myself. Printed on multicolored paper, was the following in black text: 'Want to have the summer of your life? Come to Camp Shibusen! Where your talent/s could be discovered, achieved and tested.' Well then. Since when was this camp established and why did it have the same name as our school? I ask the perky old lady behind the desk for more elaborate details about this "camp"

"This camp was recently established, the principle here, Lord Death, wanted the kids to have a chance to interact with others from around the world," her eyes shine while she fills me in. "Any kid from any school can join this summer camp." she adds proudly.

I stare at the flyer some more. I look over to where Tsubaki is, who was quiet the entire time. I see she picked up a flyer too, her thin small hands holding the paper up to her face. I watch as her dark blue eyes moved across the page rapidly and started to shine.

"Maka! Do you want to go to this?It would be super fun to go!" She chants.

A bookworm like me go to a place like that? No way, not in anyone's dream. What no body knows is that I am also a human being that can have fun from time to time. Though people's definition for me, Maka Albarn, of having fun is assembling puzzles and reading books. What people don't know is that I have a dream like either normal teenage girls do: I have a passion for singing and I actually have dreams of maybe starting a career. Another thing people don't view me doing: singing in front of people and starting a singing career. One thing I didn't mention was that I am one of the smartest people in Shibusen High. I dedicated most of my life to studying and having top grades that can get me into any college in the country, but for once I would like to live my dreams vividly as I can and not read about it in books. I mean, I'm not bad at singing, I have experimented and found out that I have a nice voice. There's only one problem though: I haven't sung in front of anyone and the idea of singing in front of anybody gives me nightmares. Though this camp can give me a jump start on starting my career. Also it would be fun, I think I deserve it since I placed first on the Final Exam test.

"Okay," I reply, my voice a small squeak since she was gripping my shoulders too tightly, for her excitement was over the limit.

"Hooray! I was already planning on going, but with you going also, it would be better! Hey Maka, did you know that I could dance?"

I look at her, surprise washes over my face.

"I thought you could sing?" I counter, my surprise not subsiding a bit.

"I could and Ican dance."

I stare at her, dumbfound with this news. Sweet Tsubaki can move her body like that?

"What can you do Maka?" Her bluntness takes me off guard and I start to stutter.

"Huh? Oh, um, ah..." At that moment, the bell rings, signaling the end of class. Wow, we stayed out here for that long? "Um, I'll tell you later. See ya Tsubaki!"

I race down the hallway, my blond pigtails following behind me. I may be the smartest person in this school, but I can act like a total dumbass sometimes. Why did I even do that anyway? Her question wasn't even all life threatening, just a normal simple question that required a normal response, for Shinigami sakes! Tsubaki told me proudly that she can dance, but I can't even let out something as simple like "I can sing"? I'll eventually tell her, though I hope I don't end up doing the same thing. I make my way through the throng of people and eventually reach my classroom. I sit in my usual seat and try to gain some confidence. It seems to work and I'm back to my calm and collected self. No sweat.

~~~~XOXOXO~~~~~

England; 6:27 P.M.

I arrive at the doorstep to my house, but before I enter the house, I get ready for what I'm about to be faced for.

I haven't even turned the doorknob before it gets opened, exposing a displeased parent. His dark eyes showed burning fury.

"Where were you? You do the same shit everyday! You know you're supposed to come straight home and start practicing on the piano!" My father fumed at me.

"I was out with my friend Black*Star. So what if I do the same 'shit' everyday? I just do it so that I can see your pissed off expression." I grinned, my shark teeth gleaming with mischief.

As I watch my words make an effect on him, his face getting more pissed off by the second, I can't help but smile even more.

"You really are an ingrate," he spat out at last. "If only you turned out like Wes, I wouldn't have to deal with a troublesome problem like you."

At the mention of my older brothers name, my smile disappears, and I completely lose it.

"FUCK YOU! I REALLY HATE HOW EVERYONE WANTS ME TO BECOME LIKE WES! WHY THE HELL CAN'T ALL OF YOU FUCK OFF ALREADY?!" I scream out.

I run to my room, fuming with anger. I slam my bedroom door and let out a frustrated breath. I already knew that he said that on purpose, and I fell right into it. I really hate how people want to turn me into Wes' twin. Nobody wants to acknowledge the fact that I hate being put into my brothers shadow. No matter what I do, I get the same scowlding everyday: "Be more like Wes...", it just pisses me off.

I throw my backpack across the room and run my hand through my ruffled albino colored hair. Before I sulk to my bed, my crimson red eyes land upon something that was on the floor. I go across the room to where I had thrown my bookbag and see that most of it's contents that were inside it, had spilled out across the floor. I pick up a blue paper that was given to me at school, which I had half-heartedly threw in my bag. I read aloud what was printed on the paper: "Want to have the summer of your life? Come to Camp Shibusen! Where your talent/s can be discovered, achieved and tested."

From there, there are a few talents listed on the sheet:

・ Singing

・ Dancing

・ Instruments:

-Guitar

-Drums

-Piano

...

At the sight of 'piano', my eyes instantly started to cringe. If I were to play the piano, it had to be played a specific and certain way, not my way. Though... this flyer gives me an idea...

I pull out my cell and start to dial Black*Stars number.

"Yo Soul Evans, ma man! Did you call your god to show your appreciation to him?!"

"Shut up dumbass. Now let me speak. You remember those flyers they were distributing at school?"

"Uh, yeah. What about it?"

"You wanna go to it? Come on bro."

"I dunno, I feel like if I leave, my subjects will be displeased..." his voice trailing from the thought.

"Come on Star. You can meet and gain more loyal subjects over there and maybe a lovely goddess will appear-"

"Say no more," he cuts in. "I humbly accept your invitation. Shit yeah! YAHOO!" He yells through the phone. I have to hold the phone away from my ear in order to not lose my hearing sense.

"Okay then. I'll go tell my parents about it and they'll most likely agree to it."

"Whoa, you sure about that? You know how your dad gets when your away from the piano and all."

"Don't worry. I got this~," I drawl out. "See ya Star."

"Don't forget your god is always watching you!" he screams out before I can even hang up.

Even though he's my best friend, he can be an idiot sometimes.

My plan is rolling in smoothly. Now all I have to do is convince that person and my mom and I'm outta here!

I make my way downstairs to the living room, where most likely both of them will be there. As the day comes to an end, the long and ghastly shadows of the trees make their way in through the windows, making it seem like it's a ghost house. None of the lights from around the house are on, the only source of light I can distinguish is the light from the setting sun and one measly candle that has been lit in the living room, the flame flickering every now and then. I enter the living room and I'm greeted with the smell of cinnamon. Hmm, must be a scented crimson eyes take in my surroundings: two white couches placed in the center of the room, a rug that was also placed at the center of the room under the couches and that stretches until it reaches all ends of the room. A few paintings are hung on the peach-like colored walls, giving the living room much more appearance. One picture hanging on the wall placed above the fireplace caught my eyes, a portrait of my older brother, Wes. He looked like a real prodigy in the picture, him playing his violin passionately.

My eyes waver a bit. In this whole entire room, there is not one single picture of me.

Lastly, there she was, a glossy black grand piano, placed at the corner of the room next to a large window that overlooked the backyard of the house. I feel guilty that she has to be used the way other people want me to use her. She understands that I want to play my music the way I want, she's the only one that can feel that connection.

"What do you want now?"

At the sound of his voice, my anger rises up a bit.

My father materializes out of the dark, like if he's been there the entire time, watching me. My mom also steps into the light the flickering candle makes.

"Hey mom."

I place my full attention on my mother, completely ignoring the beast next to her.

I trust my mother more than anything. She's the only one I can count on, ever since I was young. She still see's me as her son, even if anyone sees me as a monster, courtesy of my snow white hair, blood red eyes and shark-like teeth; or when my father calls me useless, she has my back.

"Hello dear. How was school?" She asks, nonchalently.

"Fine I guess. Hey mom, there's somewhere I wanna go over the summer." I hold up the flyer for evidence. "And it would be really cool if I could go."

"Absolutely not." The beast deadpans, without giving it a second thought.

"Hmm, I think this is a good idea." She takes the flyer from my hand and starts to read it. "I give you my permission." My mother smiles at me while she says it.

"Leila! Why?!" The old man then has his voice back.

"I think it would be a good idea to let Soul interact with other kids. Also, this isn't any ordinary camp, John. They offer kids to show their talent. Maybe Soul can learn more about playing the piano."

I don't mention that I want to bein the Piano Program they have there, or not my plan will fail. The reason why I want to go is to have some else can I get this oppurtunity of traveling a thousand miles to Death City, Nevada, where I can escape from the clutches of my old man?

After my mom proves her points, my old man then actuallly starts to think about it. About 5 full minutes of silence pass by and he finally let's out a defeated "okay".

"Fuck yes!" I yell, hugging and thanking my mom a whole bunch of times. She's the one who had lowered his barrier and now she's giving me a path to reach my freedom.

"Don't get too excited, Soul." I turn around and I see him, a set glare on his face. "If I find out that you aren't at the camp learning anything, then I'll send someone to come and get you. Understand?"

It sounded like a threat but I didn't really let it bother me. After getting the signatures I needed, I run upstairs to my room again. I land on my bed with a thud and I am face to face with the ceiling. I grin up at the ceiling. Yes, I can fnally get out of here...

I pull out my cell and decide to text Black*Star this time, I don't want my ears to be blown off again.

Me: FUCK YES! I can go bro!

Black*Star: I told you your god is always with you! Nothing is impossible for Black*Star, a douchebag like your old man can't stop me!

Me: Yeah, whatever. Just remember, don't act all stupid when we go.

Black*Star: Do not command your god, fool!

Me: ...Whatever.

Black*Star: WHAT DID YOU SAY EVANS?! D:

Me: Nothing~ lol

Black*Star: ... I'll get you tomorrow Evans boi.~~~ See ya peasant!

I place my phone on my night stand, next to my alarm clock. The glowing red numbers read 9:15 P.M. It's already this time? Even though it's this early, I feel extremely tired. Oh well, I guess I can sleep, even though I haven't eaten anything at all. I pull the covers over my head and just lay there until I grow tired.

"What I always wanted, huh? Now I have it." This is my final thought I have before I lose consciousness and fall into a deep dark peaceful slumber.

Author's Note: I'll try to hurry and write the second chapter as soon as I can, I have finals this week and they are killing me! X_X