Weeeeeeeeeeell, hello again, I'm trying a Soul Eater one this time =) and although the the title, the sum and even the few first paragraphs are more into the drama section, this thing will be humor… at least it's supposed to be humor… Erm…

Anyway, plz don't bash my OC (she's no Mary Sue), as she's one of my favorites… though I've made her a bit OOC, she usually isn't that bad ^^;

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater.

Introducing me

Maka summed up all the dignity she could master and smiled at the young woman before her. She warily eyed the long, white haired beauty with the mismatched eyes from behind her mask of calmness. Helen Stanford, daughter of the CEO of Stanford Inc, biggest gaming company in the USA. Also, her family seemed to be on good turns with the Evans. Maka suppressed the grimace as she remembered the woman's words from one of their first conversations.

"Apparently" Helen smiled lightly as she sat beside Maka on the couch "our parents thought we'd be a good match, and that we'd be cute as a couple" her smile turned sly as she watched Maka's slight squirm.

She felt the slightest of shivers run down her back as she watched as those calculating red-golden eyes analyzed her. She quickly excused herself and left for the back garden's tranquility, repressing the need to Maka-chop that blissful mask of pretense from that spoilt brat. The cool breeze of the night was a welcoming change from the stuffiness of the large ballroom that gave home of the gathering, for what name under she could care less about, on the other hand the actual reason felt like a stab to her. They would announce the engagement between the Stanford and the Evans families' off springs, at least that what's all the rumors were about. It didn't help she only knew about them since yesterday.

When she asked Soul about it he just looked at her, seemingly contemplating and a bit embarrassed, and left her without an answer. All 11 times. She gave up after that. The Stanford girl was no better. She'd smile coyly at her and leave her after throwing a strawberry. She only asked once. That was enough for a life time.

The ash-blonde haired young woman sat down one of the benches in front of the small spring that ran through the garden, her seat far away to filter sound but still allow some light in the night. She stirred her champagne silently, her eyes looking at the small stream, as she felt herself calm down. A bittersweet smile stole its way onto her face as she took a small sip of the drink. Soul, her best friend whom she secretly loved for years now, was going to be engaged, and consequently married, to Helen Stanford. She could always entertain the thought that his parents, his family, forced him into it, but of course that was impossible, Soul wouldn't lift a piece of hay if they asked, let alone get into an arranged marriage for their sake. Leaving one option that he willingly went into this, and if that was true she would support him, no matter what. After all, that's what friends are for.

She felt tears welling up in her eyes and she stubbornly closed them, refusing to resign herself to self-pity. Shinigami-sama, she thought bitterly, to think that a month ago it was still all normal, or as normal as it can get around us…

The sun shone lightly laughing down at the citizens of Death City, as children played on the streets, people walking carefree, enjoying the blessings of an usual Saturday afternoon. Maka sat on the couch, with a book in hand and radio on, music filling the otherwise quiet apartment. Soul left in the morning after a phone call around 9, without explanation, Blair after dinner saying she needed to buy a few new clothes, leaving Maka alone with her textbooks.

She'd been over 2 of her subjects already when the door burst open, two sets of footsteps resonating through her home. She looked up sourly expecting Black Star's tirade about his greatness to start any moment, but was surprised to see a young woman casually walk in besides Soul. At first impression she seemed like a nice person, long white hair in a pinned up style with a nice amount still hanging loosely from the bun, mismatched eyes, the right one red, the other gold, and a nice body to accompany. Her smile was pleasant, her gaze soft. With all honesty, if she couldn't know better she'd say the white haired girl was Soul's sister, or maybe cousin. But he said he only had a brother, Wes, and that beside his brother who had the same hair color his features were unique in the family.

She contemplatively eyed the other girl when she noticed something in her eyes. It was only a moment but it was so clear she couldn't dismiss it. Cynicism. She wasn't sure what to do whit that though… that is until the girl's gaze changed, satisfaction now clearly evident in her mismatched gaze, and her smile turned into a smirk.

"I like her" she announced, eyes still trained on Maka, seemingly sizing her up, and turned towards Soul "who would've thought you'd actually manage to find such a fine partner". Maka's gaze turned to Soul, ready to demand an explanation, only to notice he was glaring at the kitchen table and that he seemed ready to flee. She turned back towards the still nameless girl who was eying Soul, easy victory basically written in her eyes. Than the girl turned toward her, the situation felt like a predator glazing at its prey. Undoubtedly, Maka was the prey. She gulped silently as the person took a few steps closer, standing less than a meter before her and extending her hand "Helen Stanford" she introduced herself "it's a pleasure to meet you" and sure enough, she seemed like she was immensely enjoying herself.

so, liked it? not? review?

(i'm just saying, next chap is finished as is half of the third one, just needs a bit of read-through B9 and reviews. i love reviews)