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Chapter I - Arrival
"Wow, France sure is beautiful" Maka said cheerfully, closing her eyes and feeling the warmth of the sun on her face. "Soul?"
The Death Scythe had slowed down his pace and seemed lost in his thoughts. He had an annoyed look in his face ever since they caught the plane and hadn't said an word since they arrived.
I wonder what is annoying him so much. Is it possible that he doesn't miss his home even a little bit? Maka thought it was best not to ask, or she'd might end up upsetting him even more.
They arrived at the train station and stopped in front of the departure schedule. Maka wasn't fluent in French, so she waited patiently her partner to voice the instructions.
"Hmm… Next one heading to the Netherlands arrives in 20 minutes."
"Well, that will take a while. You don't need to wait for it, I'll be okay."
"What are you talking about? I can't just leave you here, you don't even speak French!"
"Oh, c'mon, I know you hate waiting. I'm sure someone speaks English here."
"… I don't wanna go now, OK?" The annoyed face made its comeback. Maka stayed silent because that was all she could do. Soul was that kind of guy, when he had a problem there's was no point on trying to talk about it.
Both sat down as they waited for the train. The place was crowded, people rushed through the station, every minute there was a train coming and leaving. It was nothing like Death City, everything was different, everything was new.
"So, why exactly is your mother in the Netherlands anyway? I though she lived in Japan" Soul asked finally breaking the silence.
"She does, she's just in some kind of mission there. Ah – there, the train! Is that one, right?" Maka pointed jumping from the bench
Soul nodded and got up. "You sure you'll be okay by yourself?"
"Sure, mama is going to meet me when I arrive there, so it's not like I'm going to get lost or anything," Maka laughed, but was happy that the boy was concerned.
"Ok, then! Bye, Soul! Take care!"
"Don't get yourself in any mess!"
"Likewise! And be nice to you family!" She said this time with a serious look.
Soul sighed and scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah, yeah."
Note: In my story Soul family lives in france, therefore Soul is French. It wasn't hinted where he is from in the series, although "Evans" is an welsh surname, so my guess is that he comes from Scotland/England. But that would kinda ruin the concept geographically, because I wanted Maka to go to Netherlands. :P Besides, I felt like putting him in Chopin's country, since he is my favourite pianist.