A/N: So it's been a couple of years since I've posted anything, and I recently got into the Soul Eater manga and anime...and now I'm obsessed with SoMa. This is a little idea that came to me one day and I decided to see where it went. Hoping to write a few more chapters of this. Enjoy. Also, I don't own Soul Eater or any of the characters.


He was rudely awoken from his nap by a loud bang.

Soul "Eater" Evans had only been trying to skip his music theory class and catch up on missed sleep. His best friend, Black Star, had been up to his usual antics, which, unfortunately for Soul, included his presence. They usually didn't do much in particular, and last night hadn't been anymore eventful than any other. It had mostly involved Soul sitting in the convenience store parking lot while Black Star made a fool of himself.

He'd wedged himself between two sets of lockers in the hall, his headphones in and jazz music blaring. He snapped his eyes open, searching for the source of the noise.

His gaze met with a short, skinny girl. Her forehead was leaning against the locker, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Oi."

The girl jumped and looked over at Soul. She had shiny, ashy blonde hair that was pulled tightly and securely into a bun on the crown of her head, and salmon-pink tights on underneath her uniform. She was clearly from the dance faction of Shibusen.

Shibusen School of Performing Arts was the school that Soul attended. It was one of the best schools in the country for dance, drama and music. Most of the students were accepted into Shibusen from an audition of their choice. The standard was high and competition was fierce. Only the best of the best were accepted. Soul was a musician; a pianist. He came from a long line of musicians, and his entry had almost been guaranteed thanks to his family's reputation. Soul knew he wasn't like the rest of his family, like his parents, and especially not his brother Wes.

Wes had graduated from Shibusen last year, and this was Soul's first year. He was glad he didn't have to face Wes at school, but it didn't stop the teachers and the other students from comparing him to Wes. He was just living in his brother's shadow, and there was no way he was as talented as his violinist brother. Soul had gotten by for so long purely on his training. But he knew there was only so far exceptional training could get you.

He was often talked about by the other students. Soul pretended he didn't hear the whispers and hushed voices of the other students. They wondered how he'd gotten in, when he clearly wasn't up to the same standard as his brother. They resented him, and how he hadn't even had to try to get into Shibusen. He agreed with them. He hadn't earned his place here – he had no reason to be here.

Different streams didn't usually interact much. However, most of the other dancers that Soul had seen at the school were giggly, silly little girls. Soul often ignored their whispers and pointing fingers as he shuffled past them. This girl, however, had steely, determined eyes; which were widened in surprise at his presence. Eyes that were the brightest shade of green that he'd ever seen.

She caught herself quickly, her eyes narrowing once she had discovered the source of her interruption.

"What do you want?" she said coldly, looking away from him. She turned her attention to her locker.

"Hey," he said, holding his hands up in defence. "You disturbed my nap."

She flicked him an expression of annoyance and didn't reply. She sniffed, and tried to subtly wipe her cheek. That's when he realised that she'd been crying.

"Shouldn't you be in class or something?" He asked, a little more softly.

"Shouldn't you?" she shot back, her voice acidic.

Soul smirked at the audacity of this girl. He leaned back against the wall. "Well, you got me there. I'm skipping."

She didn't seem impressed and continued to ignore him, her mouth pressed in a hard line. She started emptying her locker with a new ferocity.

"C'mon," he said. "Your turn."

She sighed loudly, focusing her eyes on the pair of pointe shoes in her hand. Her slim fingers ran over the shiny satin delicately, almost as if she were caressing them. Gently, she wound the ribbons around the shoes and tucked them into a small, flowery bag.

"I got thrown out of class," she said quietly.

"Oh," his smile widening lazily. "I do love a bad girl."

Soul learnt very quickly that this girl was stronger than she looked. He nursed a bump on his head as the girl stalked away with her bag slung over her shoulder, her nose high in the air. Soul watched her retreating back, and it was an image of her that didn't leave his mind for many years.


The next time Soul saw her, he was walking down the hallway, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His music performance class was always pretty boring – he had never found much interest in watching other people perform. However, he did have to improve his attendance record. His parents hadn't been pleased with the numbers of calls home.

And so, once again, he was awoken from his daze with a loud noise. However, this time, it was the sound of tap shoes against the tiles of the hallway, accompanied by the sounds of high-pitched girly giggling.

He turned his neck to see a group of thirteen-year-olds exiting from a classroom. Many of them were tall and slim, with their hair neatly pulled back. However, he did glimpse a flash of bright emerald from the back of the crowd. Her face was flushed and sweaty with exertion, and she walked barefooted, holding a pair of tap shoes in her hands. Her ashy blonde hair was tied up in two pigtails, one slightly lopsided and falling out. Gently, she squeezed past her classmates quietly, trying to go unnoticed.

"Hey, Albarn!" One girl called to her.

Soul had seen this girl around school, and boy, was she trouble. She was beautiful, and she was fully aware of that. She had short, pink hair and aqua eyes that seemed to be able to read every single one of your secrets. She was brilliant at manipulation. Soul was pretty sure her name was Kim Diehl.

She didn't reply to Kim, instead continuing to walk down the hall with her head bowed.

"Hey, Albarn!" she repeated. "I'm talking to you."

She stopped in the middle of the hall, clutching her shoes even harder. She still didn't reply.

"Pretty spectacular stack you had in class there." Kim grinned, her friend sniggering next to her. "I knew you were uncoordinated, but jeez, that's a whole new level."

A small tear escaped the girl's eye, and she restrained herself from wiping it away. She looked up, catching Soul's gaze. Her green eyes widened with fear when she saw him.

"You know," continued Kim, walking towards her. "It's pretty rude of you to ignore your senpai."

"Oi," he said. "That's not very cool of you."

Kim's attention flicked to Soul, who was standing next to her now. Kim smirked at him, and returned her gaze to the girl next to him.

"Ooh, Albarn," she cooed. "Got yourself a bodyguard."

Soul continued to glare at her. Kim shrugged. "Okay. See you 'round, then."

Soul watched them leave, and then turned to the girl next to him. "You alright?"

She sniffed, wiping her cheek quickly. "Of course I am," she said haughtily, refusing to look at him, and was instead staring at the tiled floor. "I don't need your help."

Soul sighed, then shrugged. "Alright. 'Later, then." He turned his back to her.

"Wait," she said.

He stopped, but didn't turn around.

"I didn't get your name," she said softly.

Soul smiled to himself. "I'm Soul. And you are?"

"Maka," she said. "Maka Albarn."

"Well, it's been cool to meet you, Maka." He said, and continued down the hall, away from her.

"Hey, Soul," she called.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."


A/N: Hopefully that wasn't too bad!