Hello, everyone...
I've been reading some books and fics over this summer and decided to write a little Soul Eater AU. I just thought it would be a kinda cool challenge of some sort to try and keep this story up for a year or so as I've written fics in the past but never finished them... Thanks for checking this out!

Chapter One:

(Maka)

August was definitely the hottest month of the year.
Angry dark clouds were strewn across the sky as an aftermath of another daily thunderstorm. The air was thick with moisture, and dew ran down in clean streaks across the windows of the dented old Metra train.

Maka rested her head against the cool glass of the train window and watched as the dark green blur of soaked pine trees and forest flew by.
"August," she groaned to herself. "Restlessness, humidity, and sweaty thighs." She squeezed her eyes shut as her head ached from the suffocating heat and the endless chatter of the passengers. "This boarding school better be worth all the work and effort I put into getting accepted," Maka thought silently to herself.

A strong desire to succeed was rooted deep within her, planted inside of her involuntarily by her mother who also grew up with a strong need to succeed.
Her mother who had spent her young life studying and striving for perfect grades.
Her mother who had landed herself her dream job as a reward for all that hard work.
Her mother who accidentally cracked one day and had a daughter she didn't need nor want.

*Choo-choo!* " We have arrived in Death City! "

Maka snapped back to reality as the other passengers stood and shuffled to grab their bags.
She stood quickly and swung on her pale orange knapsack and grabbed her pastel pink, sticker-decorated luggage and made her way out off the bus, slightly peed off at the the other people rushing in and off the bus, but that may be just due to her headache.
She stepped off the train and to her surprise, and to her headaches discontent, blinding sunshine rays poured out of the sky.

Shielding half her face with her hand, Maka made her way past the train ticket kiosk and over to a deep blue bench mounted in the cement under a tall, skinny street tree in front of a Starbucks.
"Please don't let this boarding school turn out to be a total bust," Maka thought to as she placed her backpack on the painted metal of the bench and dug around for her container of Tylenol acetaminophen tablets.

A trio of girls with smooth long hair in distressed jean shorts and trademarked Hollister shirts stepped out of Starbucks giggling and chittering uncontrollably as each held a custom ordered beverage; made with soy instead of real milk, of course.
Maka eyed them, swearing one had laughed at her, as she popped open the Tylenol bottle. Sour memories of her first year in her city's "highly-esteemed" private all-girl's high school bubbled inside of her...
Girls with stuck-up lips coated in the hottest new shade of gloss sashaying down the halls, endless chatter of meaningless gossip during class, forgetting to bring an extra pair of socks to gym class, pep club during spirit week…

"Sky looks pretty cool right now, don't you think?" a voice said as Maka whipped her head around to see a dark-skinned boy of about her age next to her, a polaroid dangling from his neck as he looked up the sky, sun reflecting off the lenses of his glasses.

Hesitating with her pain medicine still in hand, Maka looked up and saw what he meant.
A quarter of the sky was filled with dark clouds still passing over from the recent storm, whereas the other half was pure sunshine dotted with fluffy, white clouds.

*Snap!*

Maka looked down and watched as the boy waved his freshly taken photo in the air to develop the actual picture.

"You're new to this city aren't you?" he questioned with a slight smile. "Staying with some family for a while?" he said, gesturing to her luggage.

"No," Maka said, fiddling awkwardly with the pills in her hand, slightly embarrassed by all the tacky, kiddy stickers of cartoon skulls and anime characters stuck all over her suitcase. "The boarding school just north of here...," she began, meeting the boy's eyes and allowing a small, tight smile.

A slightly astonished look appeared on his face as he grabbed a pen out of the back pocket and began scribbling on the back of his Polaroid photo.
"Huh, a DWMA student…," he said, seeming lost in thought. "Freshman?" he asked, handing her the photo with the backside facing up.

"No, I'm transferring here for my sophomore year, and, uh, I'll hopefully like it enough to stay the next two," she said, questionably accepting the photograph.

"Well," the boy said, "I won't give the DWMA a bad rep since you seem pretty happy about starting school there," he said with a grin.

"But hey, you're probably going to be hanging around this city a lot so I've gone and given you my number on the back of the photo; ring me up whenever," he winked. "Good luck!" he called out before suddenly disappearing into the crowd of people wandering the streets.

Maka scoffed but with a slight smile on her face. She didn't come here to hang out in the city with some random boy she just met, but she considered she may be overthinking things. Maybe having someone who knew their way around the city would be helpful, and he seemed nice enough.
She looked down at the barely legible number scribbled down. Killik Rung was written above. She flipped it over and was surprised to see the picture was not of the sky, but of her; standing beneath the bright green street tree, looking curiously up as sun from the oddly lit sky flowed through the leaves.

(Soul)

August was definitely the coolest month of the year.

The only downside he could think of was the constant storms knocking out the TV cable, but that just dragged him out of his house to actually go outside and socialize with other kids his age; and, honestly, those outings were some of the best moments of his life.
Drinking blue and red (or purple) slushies in the Seven-Eleven parking lot, teasing and whistling at teenage girls who biked past the football field, stealing beer from the fridge and chugging it with his friends under the bleachers at the blissfully empty school, jumping fences as they ran from the cops…

*Bing!*

"One tall iced latte for, Saul?" a barista called out over the chatter of the people inside the cool, air-conditioned Starbucks.

"Soul," he said he said casually as his eyes drifted from the cafe's window and to the middle-aged female behind the counter. "And, it was a soy latte, but it's cool," he commented.

"Oh, my bad honey, you sure you don't want me to remake for you? Free of charge, of course?" she said sweetly.

"I said it's cool," Soul said bluntly as he picked up his non-soy latte and lazily strolled outside of the Starbucks and into the crowd of people enjoying their Sunday night out in town. He rolled his metallic black suitcase down the sidewalk and adjusted the strap of his guitar case that was slung on his back. He had made his chauffeur drop him off just as they had passed the train tracks, knowing another stern lecture from his elderly grandma in the front seat was coming soon as she constantly shot him deadly glances through the car's mirror.

If the streets of Death City weren't so crowded as of now, Soul would of bought a bus ticket and rode the rest of the way to what was his "lucky second chance". At least that's what she had called it.
Was it his lucky chance to be able to try and squeeze into the mold his family has put upon him, having hope he could live up to the greatness of his older brother? Or, was it his family's lucky chance to be able to get rid off him, extremely grateful the school accepted him. Being able to send him off for his angsty teen years so he could no longer embarrass the family?
Did his family give up hope on him?

He sipped his non-soy latte and strolled down the sidewalk as the once sweet memories of his near-perfect summer made his stomach churn.
Glancing up, he saw the "country's most elite (and expensive)" boarding school about half a dozen blocks ahead of him. It was perched on top of a high hill with stone steps that seemingly shined in the sun leading up to school's courtyard. Soul considered himself a tough guy, but the creepy gothic architecture and tall stature of the school gave sent a sudden chill running down his frowned as a sour feeling bubbled inside of him.

There and then, looking at his new "unfortunate second prison", Soul decided something.
If what would make his family actually accept him was for him to grow up as a proper clone of his older brother, then they could just get used to the thought of him never being around.

The only similarity besides appearance between Soul and his brother was their passion for music, even then Wes greatly outshone Soul.
There was Wes, using his talent for fame and fortune, reveling in the attention and honor given to him by the Evan's , however, kept his music talent to himself. Maybe due to the fact that Soul knew that no matter how much passion he poured into his music, (oh, and did he care for his music) his music would never been seen as his individual expression of himself, but merely a comparison to his brother and his exquisite skill.
Soul kept to himself. Wes was a people's person.
The other Evan's family members admired Wes much more than his rebellious little brother…"Oh, Wes, do you not have a younger brother? What was that boy's name? Saul?"

Soul froze in his tracks, oblivious to how far he had been walking due to being in such a heated state, remembering his family and all. In front of him stood a metal plate bolted into the side of a high brick fence with the letter's "D,W,M, and A" shaped into a graceful cursive placed in the center of the sign. Nearby stood a wrought iron gate, and walking up to it he saw behind was the stairway of stone steps, appearing to be a much longer way up than it had seemed to be from father off.

"Welcome to hell," Soul thought grimly as he pushed open the wrought iron gate after tossing his empty cup of non-soy latte in a nearby trash can.

After what seemed like an eternity of walking (and lugging this suitcase up these damn stairs in this damn heat), Soul found himself standing in the neat and surprisingly bland courtyard of the DWMA.
Standing symmetrically on each side were two buildings sharing a similar gothic architecture. "The dorms", Soul had guessed.
He looked up at the building, feeling a bit intimidated. The building's height and odd architecture caused odd shadows to be cast all over courtyard, yet rays of sun still found it's way to pour through.

Looking more closely, Soul was surprised at a sudden feeling of excitement. "This place does look kinda cool," he thought to himself.

"Excuse me," a girl with long black hair called out as she stepped through the large, mahogany doors of the school. She dashed out before Soul could respond, a clipboard in hand. She was obviously a student as she donned the uniform. "You're here for orientation, aren't you?" she nodded to herself. "Oh, you're just so lucky Ms. Marie had me wait in front just in case anyone was running late," she said in a small voice, flipping through pages on the clipboard. "You must be Soul; Soul Evans, am I correct?" she smiled, meeting his eyes.

He nodded.

"Nice to meet you Soul Evans," she giggled, outstretching her hand. "I'm Tsubaki, Tsubaki Nakatsukasa, and I'm a returning sophomore here at the DWMA, I hope you find your time here to be most enjoyable..."

To be continued...

Well, there it is...haha. Sorry for any grammar errors, I'm kind of rushing to put this up. In a few days I'm going back to school! Ah, I feel so old...
Well, I'm going to go down some Chinese food and head to bed, it's almost 2 AM... Thanks again for reading :p