Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater
Force
Chapter 1
The very first moment I laid my eyes on Soul, he gave me this haunting mystical electric feel of excitement. The kind of excitement you get when you feel danger or the feeling of being split in half by thunder bolts.
What I crave, for instance, is for my breath to be cut, my blood to boil, and, along with it, my body to explode, leaving me in human shreds of bloody confetti.
The heat, the shock, the light, it's enticing and seductive, it's scary and I want it!
More
More!
And it all began on the day of the Meister/weapon convention; a muster of weapons and meister, coming together in one commodious room, hoping to find their perfect partner. The day where I met Soul Eater for the very first time, I was only twelve-years old then. And I have yet to find myself a weapon. I suck.
I came to the convention with Black*Star to accompany me since us both have yet to find our self a weapon partner. Of course, Papa refuses the idea of having him to accompany me, the typical reaction. We walk to DWMA on foot with no problem, to find Death the Kid, Lord Death's son waiting for us on the doorway of the academy.
"Took you two look enough." Kid expected the two to be late and exhausted, so he hold out the two soda cans in both hands and hand it to the late comers.
Black*Star chugged at the soda that amplified his energy to "the godly level" in seconds and boasted, "I can't keep my fellow subjects wait for me any longer, let's go!" he runs straight for the door hoping to make a grand obnoxious entrance, without noticing that he's about to collide into teacher, Sid.
Sid sigh, knowing Black*Star just run into his brick like body, "It's too early in the afternoon for that entire ruckus, Black*Star." Sid put the large package he's carrying down to help the bleeding Black*Star on the floor.
"I-I'm ok." Though obviously he's injured, he still gives Maka and Kid a thumbs up.
"What's inside the parcel, Sid?" Kid asks, since he didn't remember his father ever mentioning new supplies for the academy.
"Ah, this thing?" he looked at the object and gave a slight chuckle, "a present for your father from one of the death scythes; the legendary Liberace's cursed piano."
"C-cursed?" I was no fan of cursed anything. In fact, just last week a cursed item tried to decapitate me.
Black*Star laugh blatantly, "Oh please, just because we're kids doesn't mean you can tell us some stupid story and think we believe that sort of crap."
"Well, is it crap?" Kid was obviously eager to know more about this piano. I can just see the gleam of curiosity in his eyes.
"The legend says, if you play on this piano you'll get punished by the angels who protected the soul of Liberace himself, but who knows." Sid picked up the large piano with one hand and said, "Well, I hope you three find yourself a good weapon, good luck."
"I still think it's just some hog washed crap." Said Black*Star who still believe that Sid's story is just some artificial tale for little disobedient kids. He quickly disregard the topic and yell, "Ok, face gorgeous, hair, blue and perfect, let's go be famous!" us three meister entered the convention without further ado. All eyes locked on us due to the discord Black*Star caused.
One hour later….
No good. I found no luck in finding myself a partner. I had weapons throw themselves to me once they read my nametag. Immediately the name "Maka Albarn" rings a bell; I was Spirit and Kami's daughter one of DWMA's finer partners out there.
"You see her with the pig tail? That's Maka Albarn."
"Oh, hey she's not bad looking maybe I'll ask her."
"She's always the top of all the class; she must be a good meister."
I was pleased of course, but…they're just, not…right, in lack of better terms.
I saw that Black*Star and Kid didn't have luck on finding weapons either. Kid was shaking his head at this gorgeous grade A girl who can turn into a commando knife. While Black*Star was making speeches of his "ideal weapon" requirement.
Then suddenly atmosphere in the room grew stiff and overbearingly oppressive, I couldn't stand it. So I decided to go for a walk into the deeper into the academy to the bottomless pit, anywhere but there.
Suddenly ideas commence itself into my head; I'm scared. What if I can't find a weapon partner at all?
"I don't like this," I said to myself. Which surprised me: to think that I admit I've given up on myself! "What if I can't surpass Mama because of this one simple task?"
I face palmed myself, how can I be so stupid? I'm standing next to the library! Maybe there's a guide to this sort of thing that can solve my dilemma.
Five-teen minutes later, I was proven wrong.
"There aren't any books about the guide to find weapons are there?" Maka asked the old librarian who's become familiar with Maka though her many visits to the library
"This is the tenth time now, Albarn."
"Right, but—"
"Maka, why don't you just ask Professor Stein right there?" the librarian was pointing outside toward the hallway where Prof Stein cruising the hallway with his chair in reckless abandon. "He is the top meister to ever graduate from this academy."
"Thanks," I waved goodbye and run as fast as she can to the direction where Stein went off to hoping I can catch up to the guy, "Wait, professor Stein!"
It's either the guy being oblivious or he can't hear me. Whatever's the case, he doesn't seem like he want to stop to listen to what I have to say. He's not going to get away that easily.
I ran and shout, up until I lost him. He just made a turn and swiftly, without a trace, he unfathomably disappears into microscopic molecules.
"What just happened?" the hallway leads to a dead end. There's nothing but one bulky mirror at the end of the hallway, it just doesn't make any sense! Maybe all this frustration's unconsciously create this mirage in my head…
Suddenly, from the opposite direction I heard a faint staccato piano playing. There's nothing complex about the music piece, whoever was playing on the other end was playing the simple C scale in a peculiar tempo.
What distinguished this piano player than another in my opinion is that, I can't understand it.
The way whoever this person was playing the scale, it bewitched me to find the source of the music…how I explain this feeling without sounding inadequate? I can't seem to be able to sit down or stand up or anything, "What's this feeling…?"
I'm scared. But this music…there's something I want. It's pulling my body forth to something. I felt pulled away…from the feeling of getting pulled away. "I want to listen closer." I thought to myself.
My legs seems entranced to this abstruse force, speeding up whenever the tempo reaches to its maximum prestissimo pace and slowing down whenever the tempo reaches its minimum adalgio pace.
Everything feels as if it were going back in time, erasing everything else…
"This kind of feeling is weird," I thought to myself as I opened the door to what I expect, an empty classroom with a "DO NOT ENTER" sign posted by the door. To find that I was greeted by the cursed piano that mysteriously glows so bright in the dark room.
The light seems to be originated out of the pianist's aura. The pianist looks as though he's a silhouette, with the light highlighting his figure.
At that moment I felt this foreboding, and yet I walked closer regardless towards the pianist. My first thought was "…an old man?" but as I got closer up until I am in reaching distance to him I noticed that he's just around my age.
All of the sudden in a spur of the moment, I recall Sid's words, "The legend says, if you play on this piano you'll get punished by the angels who protected the soul of Liberace himself, but who knows."
Oh my god, no wonder his body illuminate in the dark, he's an angel!
I found an angel!
He noticed me immediately and he promptly turns around to study the intruder. He perceives my nametag and said,
"Oh it's Albarn." The pianist's voice deep and echoes like a rambunctious lightning. I was bewitched by his scarlet eyes that seemed to pin me, and my voice, to the air.
I backed away from him and he smirked showing his shark like teeth. He continues to coarner me with his eyes, draining the energy from my body. Then it hit me, he's consuming my soul! This angel is consuming my soul because I disturb him!
I backed away even further, and he turned around to focus back on the piano. Before playing, he said, "This is the kind of person I am."
Bang!
He slams his finger to the key which project an ominous sound from the piano.
"Ow it hurts my ear." I mumbled.
He kept on playing to what seems like forever, on and on, this angel filled the dark room with this wicked tune up to the brim up- to the point where we're drowning in this melody full of madness.
He's consuming me, body and soul.
And I let him.
I don't mind this one bit.
When the piano stop playing, the world seems to fall out of its trance; time starts ticking and the world starts to spin again.
He turned around and I smile and thought, "Maybe…maybe if I can reach this angel, he'll be mine?"
How do I explain this temptation?
So I held out my hands and he did the same, and we shook our hands making a silent compromise to be each other's partner.
Any Question and comments?
For those who's not familiar with music terms, I would like to leave a footnote:
1.) prestissimo- to be played as fast as possible
2.) adalgio- A slow passage, movement, or work, especially one using adagio as the direction.