A/N: The first chapter to my first fanfic! What a day.
Hope you enjoy it!
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Cover by Yugin82
"Mario Puzo, the great man who gave us "the Godfather", talked a lot about law. He truly understood the field. How do I know? He once said 'A lawyer with his briefcase can steal more than a hundred men with guns.'" That was about the time Soul "Eater" Evans stopped listening to the professor of one of his many uninteresting law classes. Liz always joked that him being a lawyer was like trying to get a man who was a mortician all his life to become a call center worker. Going from dealing with good people who are dead, to idiots who are alive. Unbelievable. He guessed that she did talk a lot about death. I guess it makes sense, with what... happened. How long had she known?
From the...beginning?
Then, as if to shatter his thoughts, SHE walked in. The girl with the blond pigtails. The first girl since Liz to catch his eye. Seeing as it was halfway through the semester, it was weird he had never noticed her, even if he didn't come to class all that often. She was not that easy to miss. With her long blond pigtails, trench coat, and never-ending legs, she was hot in a "I don't give enough shits to care what you think." kind of way. Her boobs were kinda small though. She was petty much...flat-chested. The most interesting part? (Other than the tiny tits!) She actually took out her books and started to work. WORK. Sure, I came to class sometimes and "listened", but actually working? Well, let's just say, "Ain't nobody got time for dat!"
He didn't know what it was, but suddenly he had the urge to get up and talk to her. He had to. So he did. Between the spiked white hair, shark teeth, and lazy, crimson eyes, he really didn't have the appearances of one who thought things through before doing them. But here's the thing. When you get up, strut your cool guy walk, and sit down next to a beautiful lady, she's not supposed to ignore you. She's supposed to acknowledge you at the least. But looking up, making EYE CONTACT then just straight up looking back at your work, and acting like the eye thing never happened? THAT WAS HERESY. Then again, nothing about this girl was normal, so what did he expect? He remembered Liz, how he met her in the same way. He had approached her, she had ignored him and...in that moment, he realised what he was doing. Old habits, even after being engaged, truly die hard. No. He would not live that life again. Not after her. Not after Liz. He had promised her he wouldn't go back to doing THAT. Having one night stands, being a playboy. No. He wouldn't do that again. Relationships mattered now. They held weight. They had to. Because then what was the point? If they held no profound weight, he wouldn't hurt like this. No.
He had to get out. Leave now. So, as the girl watched, slightly dumbfounded, a sad expression dawned on his face. He got up so suddenly, got his things and haphazardly raced out of the room. He was out in the hallway now, head spinning, trying not to cry. Liz. Oh, Liz. Why was it so hard? Why him? He wished he didn't feel the need to get to know that pig-tailed girl. It was so confusing. Not to mention Liz. Liz was... too recent. He didn't need a rebound girl. So, wiping away the almost tears, he called up the only people who kinda understood what it felt like to be dumped by circumstance.