A/N: Is it? Yes, it is! MY FIRST AU FANFIC! (For those of you who don't know, AU stands for Alternate Universe) This came in my head when I was thinking that "Wow, in most of the fanfics I have, the girls are always getting harassed then the intended boy partners come over and kick their asses." Then, I was like "That'd be a good opening to a Soul Eater fic, but I wouldn't know where to go with it if it were long…" And this was born =D… But not a lot of humor though. Mostly drama and all that… NOW BEGIN THE LONG CHAPTER!!!
Pairings: SoulxMaka BlackStarxTsubaki LizxKid KidxPatty
Eighth Time's a Charm (Part ONE)
Shibusen Academy: the school for the rich or famous (or both) children of rich or famous or both people. It's just like every other boarding high school, except cooler. The education was excellent. The classrooms were fantastic. The uniforms were beautiful. And the sports teams were the best. But the reason everyone wanted in this school wasn't any of that. It was because of the students: Prestigious, good-looking, perfect people ranging from ages three to eighteen.
But one specific boy, a famous pianist, Soul Eater Evans. Was Soul Eater his real name? No one knows, but he is the man. Or the sixteen-year-old boy, because you're not a man unless you're at least eighteen and male.I think he meets the "male" requirement. Think.
But either way, he wasn't just a pianist. He's a basketball player, a soccer player, and he can get any girl he wanted as long as they weren't happily taken. Anyone who hasn't heard of him at least once is a pretty surprising person.
That all changed one day. It was originally perfectly normal.
Soul was sitting at his desk in class; Dr. Stein was going over the roll call list. He was aware of the envious and admiring stares directed at his back, but he didn't care. It was the same every day. Every identical, boring day.
He slouched in his seat a little and ran a hand through his white hair and sighed.
"Okay," Stein smiled his signature Cheshire cat smile and put the roll call list down. "Now, as you have all heard, five scholarship students are transferring into our class.
There was quite a bit of murmuring. And by "a bit", there really wasn't that much talking. Nobody was really excited for this. The scholarship students were neither rich nor famous. Just really smart, so no high expectations there.
"Okay, first we have…" Stein squinted down at the little sticky note he peeled off his desk and stuck to his index finger, "Ox Ford."
A strange boy with thick glasses stepped in. A couple people, including Soul, tried to hold in their laughter. The only hair visible on this guy was two pillars at the side of his head. But this guy's posture gave off an "I'm-better-than-all-of-you" vibe that not even one of his more conceited friends did.
He gave a strange attempt at a smirk. "Nice to meet you. I'm Ox Ford."
Everyone snickered a bit as they realized it may douse his pride a bit and make him seem a little more "normal." But this was unsuccessful.
Stein was one of the more mature ones, being he only smiled at the sight of Ox's pillars. He looked at the sticky note attached to his finger again. "Harvar D. Éclair."
A boy with strange sunglasses and black hair tied back in a bun walked in. He raised his hand, "Harvar. Nice to meet you, I guess."
Huh, normal. Good enough.
"Killik Lunge."
A dark skinned boy walked in and smiled. "What's up? I'm Killik."
He seemed pretty friendly. That's okay, then.
Soul started to twirl his pen lazily in his hand and a girl with long black hair tied in a long, high ponytail stared at it. "Soul, you have to teach me that someday!" she said, acting more familiar with him than most girls did.
He looked at her and gave her his signature crooked smile. "Later," he jerked his head toward the front of the room to signal that the next person was coming.
Stein stared closer at the sticky note and smiled. "Interesting name. Death the Kid."
Everyone stared at him as though he was joking, but their smiles were wiped off their faces as a boy with black hair stepped in. A couple girls giggled and there were a couple admiring gasps across the room. But what appealed to Soul the most about this guy was how neatly he was dressed. He was dressed even more neatly than they were, and they were wearing the uniform every day. And also, he had three white stripes going across his hair, but only halfway.
"Hello," he smiled a couple girls in the back squealed as quietly as they could. "Death the Kid, but I prefer Kid. It's my pleasure."
"Huh, he's not bad," Soul turned around to face a girl with long blondish-brown hair smiling.
"Hee!" Soul's other friend, Patty, laughed. "Nee-chan has a crush on Kid!"
Liz rolled her eyes, but smiled. "Oh c'mon, Patty, you were checking him out, too."
Patty giggled a little more.
Everyone settled down soon enough and looked at Stein, expecting him to speak as soon as they were quiet, but Stein was staring down at the Post-it in amusement. Then, he looked up at the ceiling and back down at the note. "Well, this is interesting. It seems like one of my old friends have a child coming here," Stein looked up. "Maka Albarn."
A couple of the boys whistled as a girl with blonde-brown pigtails walked in, Her green eyes looked a bit amused and matched her small smile. Soul smirked; it definitely wasn't this girl's rack that caught these guys' attentions. Then, he looked down at her skirt and felt his face warm up a bit. That was probably it.
She smiled, "Hello! I'm Maka Albarn. It's a pleasure to meet you!"
Stein flicked the Post-it into the gray trash bin next to his desk and leaned on it, facing Maka. "So, Maka, how's your Papa doing? I haven't seen him in a while."
Maka frowned, "Um. I don't really consider him my father anymore…"
Stein nodded in understanding, "I get it. It was pretty predictable. But how's your mother?"
Maka's face lit up a bit. "Oh! She's good, but still traveling a lot because of her tour guide job. She told me to send her regards to you."
Stein smiled nicely, which shocked all of his normal students. "The next time you hear from her, tell her I said hi." He ended the conversation by picking up a marker and writing on the board. "Sit anywhere you like."
Immediately, the four boys found spots. Maka looked around shyly for a seat. A couple of the boys started trying to push their own friends out of their seats and Soul glanced at the empty seat in front of him. The blonde brunette was staring at the same thing and walked over to the seat, sighing in relief.
Stein put down the blue marker and smirked. "Another frog dissection. Your partner will be the person with the same number as you." Soul glanced down at the white piece of paper he found on his desk with the number seven. Stein pulled down a big white screen and showed them the picture of a huge, blown-up, digital, dissected frog. He pointed somewhere near the leg's intersections. "Find this and you get full credit."
"YOU WANT US TO FIND its DICK?!" a familiar voice rang throughout the room like it normally did. Soul snickered at his friend's comment, but his smile faded as he saw Stein's cruel punishment smile.
"No, Black Star, it's bladder, but for that, nobody get's extra credit, even if they finish it half an hour before the period ends." There were moans coming from all across the room and out of the corner of his eye, he could see an eraser being thrown across the room at his friend.
Soul stared at his number for a minute and got up as everyone else stood.
"Oi," he tapped the new girl's shoulder. "Number?"
The girl looked up and him. "Seven."
"'Kay, that was fast," he pulled out a chair in front of her desk and sat in front of her. "So, what's up?"
She shrugged, "Nothing much. Just starting a new life."
"New life, huh?" Soul raised his eyebrow. "That's not really something the new student says every day."
Maka shrugged, "It's true," Maka rolled her eyes and flipped a pigtail over her shoulder. "What would you say? 'Hi, I'm here to have fun'?"
"Uhhh," Soul was unable to pick out what to say. He ran his hand through his white hair again and sighed as Stein dropped the dead frog and supplies on the desk.
"Dang it, I hate dissection days," Soul muttered, partly to himself. Unfortunately for him. Stein absolutely loved dissections. Rumor has it that he was fined for dissecting a panda. It's pretty reasonable.
Maka frowned, "It's not that hard. Stein used to visit me before my parents were divorced and he'd teach me how to dissect animals. It's appalling, but if it must be done…" She grabbed the knife and started cutting quickly, yet carefully. It wasn't reckless like the time Black Star and Soul were partners and started cutting at every part of the frog, searching for the heart. In the end, it turned out they cut the heart in five pieces. Who knew the heart was under the lung? (A/N: Oh god, I just relived my first frog dissection last year in science class… That was kind of disgusting…) That was the reason Stein didn't let them pick their own partners anymore. Yay for random numbers and the possibility that you may get someone who you loathe.
"Uh, can I help?" Soul said, trying to be kind.
"Sure, hold this," she shoved a knife into his unexpecting hands.
"Dude, careful!" he said. His eyes widened as he saw that they were almost finished. "That was fast."
"Shut up! I'm almost done!" she was working slowly now and carefully used the tweezers to pick out a small grayish green part. She dropped it into a Ziploc bag and gave Soul the pen to write down his name. "Oh god, I think I'm going to hurl."
"Thought you were experienced?" Soul smirked, handing her the pen and bag.
"If you knew better, you'd know that experience has nothing to do about how you feel when you smell dead frog all over your hands," she quickly slipped the latex gloves off (apparently she's not allergic to latex) and started writing. Then she bounded off to turn in the project.
Soul growled and cleared off her desk. Relax, Soul. She might not have meant it.
Yeah. right. "Not have meant it" his ass!
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"So, whatcha think of the new girl?" Liz smiled slyly as she and Patty sat down in front of Soul, dropping their fancy lunch trays on the table.
"Dunno, she's kind of…" Soul trailed off and pointed at the beautiful slice of chocolate cake on Patty's tray. "You gonna eat that?"
Patty giggled, "Nope! There weren't any other cakes, so I just took this one."
Liz rolled her eyes, "He just asked if he could have it, not for your whole life story."
Patty giggled more and smiled. "Nee-chan said you've got the hots for the new girl!"
Liz bit her lip and glared at her. "I told you not to say that out loud!"
"She probably used the cake story in an attempt to shut her own mouth," Tsubaki sat down next to Soul and smiled. "You should have let her continue."
"You all thought that?" he glared at them.
"Well, you couldn't stop looking at her all through second and third period," Tsubaki pulled her long hair over her shoulder to brush her fingers through it, which she did when she felt awkward.
"Yeah, funny how we had the same first three periods and she always sat near me?" Soul snarled. For some reason, he was pissed that he had to sit through three "new student introductions," and had to hear whistling whenever Maka entered three times. What was so special about her aside from her short skirt anyway?
Patty tilted her head in confusion, "But she sat halfway across the room from you in third period!"
"You're not even in my third period!" Soul snarled, making Patty giggle.
"Black Star told us," Tsubaki said apologetically.
"YAHOO! HELLO COMMONERS! YOU HAVE BEEN BLESSED BY MY PRESENCE!" As if on cue, the blue haired boy who got pelted with erasers in first period jumped onto the bench Soul was sitting on, causing the weight to shift and making him almost fall off.
"Dude!" Soul snarled.
"What?" Black Star stared down at him and a drop of drool that he hadn't bothered to wipe off since the end of fourth period dropped onto Soul.
"OH GOD!" Soul wiped the saliva off his cheek and accidentally flicked it between Liz and Patty. Liz shrieked and glared at Soul, who immediately got kicked in the shin under the table.
"YOU HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH MY CHEEK CELLS! THANK ME!" Black Star laughed and finally sat down.
"God damn," Soul gave Black Star a hard punch in the shoulder. "Why are you spreading rumors?"
Black Star was unaffected by the punch and shrugged. "'Cause it's true."
"Is not!" Soul objected.
Black Star laughed, "YOUR EFFORTS TO LIE TO ME ARE FUTILE!"
Soul rolled his eyes, realizing that it was pointless to argue with Black Star. How come he didn't notice this for the last five years they were friends was a mystery to him.
"Um, Soul?" Soul whirled around to see a girl with short blonde hair hold out an envelope in front of him. "P-please read th-this!" she turned a bright, noticeable red.
Soul took the letter and stared at it for a minute before looking back up at her. "Okay."
She turned an even brighter red and quickly walked back to her own table.
Soul turned around and tossed the letter lightly on the table. He sighed and stirred the coffee he got with his lunch with his silver spoon dully.
Liz grinned, "For all the years I've known you, I've never gotten to see this," she snickered and grabbed the letter.
"Whatever, just be more polite," Soul jerked his head to the girl three tables away, where the girl and her friends were watching them in shock. "Last time, Black Star opened it and read it out loud. The stupid girl was bawling forever."
Liz handed the letter back to Soul and saw that the girl relaxed a little. Then, Soul passed the letter under the table and Liz opened it on the table as if it were some piece of homework she was reading.
Liz brushed her long hair out of her eyes and read the letter just loud enough for her table to hear. They may be popular, but they're not cruel. The cruel and popular people sit two tables to the right. "'Dear Soul, I can't hide it any longer-'"
"Hide?!" Black Star almost burst out in laughter but Patty kicked him in the shin right on time and instead of laughing, he bellowed in pain. No one stared though, it was loud enough in there. One scream was pretty normal.
Liz gave him a warning glare before continuing onto the letter. She put both hands in her lap and jerked her head so that her hair would flip over her shoulder. "Uh… let's see… 'can't hide it any longer…' Oh! 'I love you so much. I really do! I can't help but think of you every day and night-'"
Patty giggled quietly, "Hee hee! She sounds like a stalker~!"
Tsubaki winced, "Patty, be a bit kinder. She had the courage to do this, so we shouldn't make fun of that!"
Soul scoffed, "If she really had courage, then she would just tell me, not send a stupid letter. That's why I never bother reading them." He reached over and tried to steal Liz's brownie, but the back of his hand was quickly slapped. Hard.
"SHIT!" he clutched his hand tightly and glared at Liz, who was unaffected and continued.
""I hope you return my feelings. Love, Sally.'" Liz ended the letter and put it back in the envelope.
Black Star raised an eyebrow, "'Sally'? I thought her name was Janet?"
Soul shrugged, "I don't know, I thought her name was Juliette."
Liz rolled her eyes and returned the letter to Soul, who dropped it on top of his tray, which hid the letter nicely with all the napkins and such. He walked over to the trash bins, and set his plates on one section, the tray on another, and threw away the napkins and the letter.
"Soul! That's so mean!" Tsubaki gasped as Soul returned to the seat.
He shrugged, "That's what I do all the time. It doesn't matter to me anyway." The lunch bell rung and a couple people cheered. Thank goodness for being let out early on Fridays.
Everyone climbed out of their seats and headed for the exit. Liz smiled excitedly, "Hey, there's a sale at this one store in the mall and it's Friday, right? So we get to go off campus. Wanna come?"
Tsubaki smiled, "Sure."
Soul shook his head, "Nah, I feel like walkin' alone today at the park."
Patty tilted her head to the side, then turned to Liz. "He's a recluse, isn't he, nee-chan?"
"No, he's just feelin' emo," Liz beckoned to the left fork in the hallway and Tsubaki and Patty followed her. Black Star looked up for a minute, then jumped straight up into the air vent. Nobody stared, they just kept walking.
Soul continued walking through the crowded hallway.
"Umf!" a girl walked into him and rubbed her head. "Sorry about that."
Soul shrugged. "S'okay. Just watch where you're going next time." His eyes widened, realizing that it was Maka, the only female scholarship student he's ever met.
She didn't reply and walked on quickly. Soul stared after her. He's never seen anyone walk so quickly in a while. In fact, not a lot of people in this school are in a rush.
What a strange girl.
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Maka looked through her shopping list one more time to make sure she had everything before heading off. "Tomatoes, flour, mushrooms…" she murmured to herself. (A/N: Just to let you know, it's hella raining where I am. It's really hard and stuff and I hope there isn't a land slide… But luckily, the storm caused a power outage and I got let out of school early! *insert happy dance here* California's bipolar XD) She smiled contently and continued on her way, carrying two shopping bags. "Homemade pasta here I come!" she smiled. The rich-kid school wasn't all bad, aside from the fact that some of the boys she had met were jerks. Just like her father. The only decent ones were the scholarship boys and… Well, for some reason, she'd hate to call him decent.
She didn't even know his name, yet she felt weird around him. But who wouldn't feel weird around white hair and red eyes? But… he wasn't mean. And he didn't try to get her number like all the other guys. But she hated that about men. How they always seemed to charm her and break her heart.
She shook her head furiously. No! Why is she thinking about that? She has pasta to think of! PASTA!!!
"Hey, cutie," she heard the demanding voice behind her and she whirled around. She bit her lip as she saw two tall guys grinning at her. Damn it not again.
They weren't ugly, but they weren't the type of guys you'd wanna get mixed up in.
"You know, we're new in town and we were just wondering if you could show us around?" the other guy smiled and took her wrist.
She tried to pull back her arm but slammed her elbow into a wall. Again?! Really?! "Let me go!" she protested, trying to break free from the grasp as the other guy took her shoulder.
"Don't worry, we just wanna have some fun," they snickered.
She glared furiously at them and dropped her groceries to make it maybe a little easier. She struggled a little, then looked up at them. "Let me go now."
They looked at each other, smirked, and looked back at her. One of them put his free hand on the bottom of her shirt and she winced. "C'mon, don't be so difficult."
"What's wrong with you guys? You must be pretty damn desperate to be picking on girls all the time like this. Get a hobby," a familiar voice came from Maka's left side and she turned. Her eyes widened when she saw who it was, but he obviously didn't get a good look at her.
He put his hands in his pockets and sighed and she winced as she felt the grip on her wrist tighten angrily. "Evans..." both guys let go of her and stepped back from them a bit.
"Oh you've heard of me?" he looked up and smirked. "Good, now back off. If she says go away, then go away."
They stepped back a little more then ran for their dear lives.
He sighed and , "They never change, really," he turned to her. "Are you al-" his eyes widened to match hers. "Hey, you're that girl…"
"Hey, you're that guy," she replied, recovering from her shock and picking her groceries back up again.
"A-are you okay?" he said, grabbing another bag for her as she reached for the other one.
"I'm fine," she said, refusing to look him in the eye as she took her bag from him. "You know, you didn't have to help. I could've done it myself."
"Really? It didn't look like it," she felt her face heat up as she almost met his eyes, but she looked away. And she left, without even uttering a thank you.
She blushed furiously and felt herself falter a bit. "N…" she whispered to herself. "Not… Again…" she felt herself loose the feeling in her legs and fall onto the ground.
"Oi!" the white-haired boy rushed over to her and she felt herself drift off.
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Maka's eyes were suddenly opened and a ray of light shined on her. She rolled over and tried to remember everything that happened yesterday like she did every morning.
But now that she thought of it, she couldn't remember half of last night.
In fact, she couldn't remember if she even went to her room. She sat up and felt the white sheets fall off of her. She was lying on a huge bed and the curtains were open. On the walls were posters of comics and pictures of people she didn't know. This was definitely not her room.
"Up already?" she turned her head to see the white-haired boy looking at her. Shirtless. When he saw her shocked face, he smirked. "Don't worry. You collapsed suddenly and I didn't know where your dorm was so I brought you here. I slept on the couch." He grabbed a T-shirt and slipped it on.
She suddenly felt disappointed, then felt like slapping herself for feeling that way. But she didn't want to look weird.
She got up and looked down at her feet, "Where… are my groceries?"
He straightened down his shirt and walked out to the kitchen of his dorm. When following him out, she wasn't surprised, but happy when she realized that the dorms did have everything. It was just like an apartment, but a little bigger.
"Here," she snapped back to life when he handed her the three bags.
She grabbed the bags and slipped on her shoes. She felt nervous seeing that the mystery boy was watching her. She opened the door and was about to leave.
"By the way," he said and she stopped at the doorway, the door opened slightly, "I'm Soul. Soul Eater Evans."
She turned back and looked him in the eye for the first time. "Maka Albarn." And she left.
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A/N: Wow that was longer than I expected… o.o I guess I'll split this one up into a two-shot (possibly three-shot) because it's long… So I'll update ASAP! I really like writing this one for some reason… And yeah…
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