A/N: I haven't been writing fanfiction in such a LONG time. The last one I ever wrote was like a couple years ago. But I guess now that I'm bored I'll take a crack at it again. Let's see...

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater in any way, shape or form. Maybe some trinkets here and there but that's a different story.
And this disclaimer will go with all the stories I have posted. I hate having to repeating myself.

Edit: I have decided to put all my one-shots onto one story. Handy, ain't it? -smile-

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He went inside a dark room. The people here bothered him. He didn't want to be near anyone, he never liked big crowds. He closed the doors behind him, hearing them groan and creak. The chattering and the murmuring of the party turned to silence.

"I really hate parties," he breathed to himself and straightened his tie.

Go to this party, his family told him. You're a weapon; you should be finding yourself a suitable technician. How long will you continue to be nothing but a rich boy?

"Don't screw with me and my future," he growled. He placed a hand over his tired eyes and pulled it away to reveal his red ruby eyes.

He looked to his right and saw in the dimly lit room, a piano. He smiled a sharp toothed grin to himself and walked right to it, his footsteps echoing with each step. He sat down on the seat and crossed his legs. He leaned back and carefully made sure he didn't touch the keys, and stared off into the darkness of which the ceiling should be.

"It's going to be like the last one," he said to himself. "I'm never going to find a meister."

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She leaned on the walls while she watched potential weapons walk by past her. She only blinked her emerald eyes as each one walked by, she felt no special connection with them.

I just don't feel it, she mused. There's no sync with anyone.

She frowned to herself and played with one of her blond pigtails with her hand.

She didn't dress up as most people did. She wore her usual uniform, with the only difference is that she wore a tag that bore the title, "Meister." Feeling disappointed, she sighed and got off her wall to get a glass of punch.

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He had his palm under his chin, his free hand playing around with the keys of the piano; each one he pressed made a new note. A ping here and a ding there.

He was bored and he was sulking. He breathed heavily and slouched. His head was above his legs, with his arms supporting him as they propped up against his thighs.

Suddenly he felt it. A wave of energy rushed through him. It was like something he never felt before.

"What's this feeling?" He asked himself. It felt stronger with every second.

He lifted his head slowly, his eyes at the same level as the piano's keys. He sat up straight and his let his hands hover above the white and black row before him. His feet found the pedals of the instrument.

He had a dark grin on his face and chuckled to himself.

Then, as though his own body moved on its own accord, he played the piano.

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She was against the wall again, sipping a cupful of punch. She had a depressed aura around her. All day she had been waiting for the perfect one, but still she hasn't found that person.

"I should go home," she mumbled to herself. She tossed the cup into a trash bin and turned for the exit.

Then she heard it. The chattering faded to silence and all she heard was the soft music. The sound of a piano playing.

She turned around and let her instincts track down the source of the sound. She came into a corner and entered a dimmed hallway.

The sound was getting a bit louder as she got closer, and out of the corner of her eye she saw a dark double-door entrance. In front of her was a black door. She could hear the muted sounds behind the door, and she imagined that it had gotten louder with each passing second. She placed a hand on the handle and felt a rush of energy.

What's this feeling? She thought to herself. Her gut feeling told her it would change her life.

Without thinking, her body moved on its own. She opened the door, and the sound of the piano was now clear enough to her ears. At first she couldn't make out what was inside the dark room. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw light over a piano, and a boy with white hair behind it.

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He heard someone come in. He heard them close the door, the same groaning and creaking he encountered when he first came here. And yet, he still continued to play.

He imagined the person wasn't there and poured his entire soul into playing the instrument. He played what was on his soul, his feelings. Despite shutting the person out, he could feel a connection into his soul. This person was the one; the one he's been waiting for so long.

He stopped his movements and silence took over. He placed his hands into his pockets and he turned around. He grinned over his shoulder to his visitor.

"Yo," he replied.

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She saw him stop. She saw him turn around. She heard him speak. His voice sounded conceited. He had a dark and sadistic expression on his face. She studied his features.

He had white hair, and it looked untidy. His eyes were a ruby red, like jewels and he looked tired. His grin flashed shiny, pearl white sharp teeth. A dribble of drool came out of his mouth. He had a black pinstripe suit on with a red collared shirt and black tie.

For a moment there, she thought he looked very handsome.

The wave of energy calmed a bit, but she felt a sudden connection with this person. She smiled and held her hands behind her back.

"I think I finally found you," she said.

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She had pale blond hair and emerald eyes. He saw her smile at her with such sweet innocence. Her voice sounded very polite. To him, she looked sort of cute.

"Found me? Explain to me what that means," he said in a husky voice.

She pointed to her tag. "I'm a meister and from what I can see from your tag, you're a weapon, right?"

He looked at his own tag and laughed. "Yeah, you're right. I am. You have a good eye."

She giggled along with him.

"Hey, why are you here in this dark room?" She had always wanted to get that question out.

He scratched his chin and got up from his seat.

"I hate parties," he groaned. He ran a hand through his white hair and tapped a key. "My family forced me to come here, but it got annoying so I ended up here. I wanted to be alone."

Maka could understand that. He probably was unsuccessful at finding his partner, too.

"Now," he interrupted her thoughts. "I should be asking you the same question. Why are you here?"

"I heard you playing," she titled her head to the right. "It's a weird tune."

He chuckled. "That's just the kind of guy I am."

She smiled some more.

"Actually, it wasn't only the music that guided me here. I felt something a weird feeling inside my soul. It told me to come here."

"Funny coincidence! I had that same feeling," he said and put out his hand.

"Soul," he said. "Soul Eater Evans. You can just call me Soul."

Soul. What a weird name, she thought. She put her own hand into his boyish hands and shook. She felt the smoothness of his palm.

"I'm Maka," she replied. "Maka Albarn. Pleased to meet you."

The feeling happened again. It was stronger this time. Her soul was taking in another, connecting itself with his.

"What's going on...?"

"That," Soul replied, "is our souls syncing."

They held hands for a little longer. Soul looked at Maka.

"Tell me, are you a good meister?"

Maka blushed. "Of... of course I am! It just depends on the weapon I have!"

He smirked lazily. "The expression on your face tells me you've never handled a weapon before, am I right?"

She looked away, her face red. "First time's a charm..." she murmured.

He laughed at her and still he held her hand. "Tell you what. I'll let you test me out. If it works, then that means you and I were meant to be partners. Up for it?"

She only stared at him for a second and then her eye brows furrowed down with determination. "Of course."

The reaction between them was even more intense. Soul's right arm changed into a blade and his entire body flashed white before becoming a form of a red-bladed scythe. Maka gripped the handle and held him with both hands. He weighed like a feather to her and she made no gesture of it being heavy. She twirled him expertly in her fingers before attempting to grasp him firmly again at the last twist. However, she missed and almost dropped him to the floor. She caught him and held him protectively. Maka scratched her head awkwardly.

"Sorry," she laughed awkwardly. "It's my first time so bear with me."

He laughed along with her. "No, that was very good."

He changed back to his human form and smirked. "To tell you the truth, you're the first successful one to have been in perfect sync with me."

Maka's hands were behind her back again and she smiled to him. "I guess that means you and I are meant to be partners."

"Yeah, I believe you're right." He pushed a hand to his pocket and held out his free one. "I tend to be a messy person. I don't close the toilet lid, and I don't like to be in places where I have to dress up and impress those I don't want to. I'm quiet and I get angry easily. If I don't want to talk then I won't."

He gazed at her green eyes with his red ones and smiled lazily. "But when things turn out bad, I'll still be by your side even when all hope seems lost. Cuz that's that cool guys do."

Maka looked at his hand, gripped his tightly and once again they shook. "I'm an organized person but I'm not a clean freak. I always check the seat, I like to read and go to school. I'm friendly around people most of the time, but I tend to scream at people when I get angry and hit them in the head with a book. But, despite these anger issues I have, I'll never leave you or betray you."

He chuckled. "That's a little hard for me to live with, but I think I can handle it."

"I think I can too," Maka replied.

"In that case," Soul spoke lazily and released her hand. "Please take care of me then, partner."

Maka nodded happily. "Deal."

Their souls settled down to a calm and forever on, they were now meister and weapon. They were an odd pair, these two. One was a bad boy and one was a good girl, but hearing each other talk about themselves made them both confident that they would be a loyal pair. Whatever the case, whichever the moment, they would both be by each other's sides and face the danger together.

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A/N: And that's it. I hope you liked it. Review and all that jazz I guess~