This was originally published in a one-shot collection that I wrote, but I took it down because it needed some work. This one, however, is my best one. I couldn't resist the urge to re-post it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater in any way, shape, or form.
Maka couldn't find Soul anywhere, he just sort of disappeared. She looked everywhere, but she wouldn't have expected him to be where he was.
She could faintly hear the chaotic ring of piano keys echoing out of the music room, the one that she hadn't know existed a couple of years ago.
The hunched figure didn't acknowledge her arrival, he didn't pause in a note, didn't even fumble. The song he played, it screamed adventure, but the way he played it showed the true tumult of his soul. There was envy, something that they all knew too well from the book of Eibon.
She wondered deeply why he was in here. Was it simply to relieve stress? The song came into an epic crescendo before lowering into a decrescendo then back up again. Maka new it already. The song he was playing was impossible.
There was sweat pouring down his brow, but she could see on his face that this song was a piece of cake. There was no challenge in this piece for the prodigy of the Evans family. There was nothing to get out of playing a song that simple. But not everyone could see that.
Soul's fingers flew around the keys, hitting right where they were supposed to, while Soul's head was pointed skyward. The song reached a point of true tumult, multiple parts floating around in the music while one melody was still faintly heard. The loss of one's true self. Maka already knew its purpose.
The music continued, Soul's fingers flying and Maka's heart speeding up.
Finally it slowed down, but only slightly, before building up to the climax. Soul unexpectedly jumped up, pressing every single key with his leg and arm on the piano.
He sat down, playing a simply creepy melody to finally end the piece. "Death Waltz." He whispered.
"Did you make it up?" The slightly disturbing song was still echoing in the walls of her brain. Soul wasn't startled by her appearance.
"No, but it is one of the only pre-composed songs that I actually enjoy playing. I guess I'm a little rusty huh?"
"It was amazing." Maka thought of the Death Waltz. He imagined two people engaged in a beautifully deadly dance, one that would amaze and kill at the same time. The final part, she imagined was the death of one of the partners and the other grinning in triumph. She imagined a knife blade in the back of one of the dancers, a demonic smile still on his face, even in death.
"Of course you would say that, but I guess it was."
"Who inspired it, I mean, what made you think of it?"
"Why can't you use your brain? Stein and Medusa made me want to play this song. I still don't have a song for you yet." Soul looked at Maka with his straight crimson eyes. "But there is one part that makes me think of you though."
"Which part?" Maka didn't want such a demonic song put to her name.
"The whole thing actually, it's kind of like how you fight, beautiful and graceful, but deadly. That's why I love you."