My second fan fiction (evar!)
I still have yet to own Soul Eater, until then, I weep.
Individual World
Soul Eater Evans was a laid back teenager well known around the school. He was, however, a person who kept to himself, and often times lost in his own world which he shared with no one and refused to.
Walking down the hallways of Shibusen, Soul heard loud footsteps approaching his direction. Suddenly he ducked, and the hyper- active Black Star missed his target, landing clumsily on his face before the impatient and sweat- dropping weapon.
"Soul, my man!" Black Star shouted as he leaped to his feet, hands on his waist and grinning hysterically. He suddenly looked around cautiously, and slid beside Soul again, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and using his free hand to gesture in the air.
"I found this nice peep hole at the girl's bathroom, man! It's got the perfect comfortable spot and everything, and best yet: only I know about it. Willing to come along?"
Soul scoffed, lifted the ninja's heavy arm from his shoulders and gave a wave of disapproval as he walked down the hallways and disappeared around the corner.
"There's Soul, ask him!"
Soul turned, involuntarily, at his name being called. Patty cart wheeled up to him then held up two yellow crayons of equal height in his face, causing him to flinch backwards.
"Which one do you think is yellower?" Patty asked, eyes gleaming with curiosity. Soul looked between the two crayons, and closed his eyes out of irritation.
"They're both the same…"
"Hmm," he answered and continued his way down the hall. Liz walked up to a giggling Patty.
"What did he say?"
"Hmm!"
"…what?"
"Hmm! Hmm!" she started laughing harder, leaving Liz to sweat- drop.
Soul scratched the back of his head lazily, yawning. He stopped walking immediately before Kidd turned around the corner holding up two bottles and tears streaming down his face.
"Soul! I need your opinion! I can't take it anymore and you're the only person with white hair in the school!"
Soul thought of Stein- sensei, but Kidd might not be able to face the insane doctor's scars, so he sighed.
"Hmm?"
"My lines," Kidd explained, tugging at his hair where three white lines stood perfectly, "I can deal with them no longer, so I decided to get some dye from the store, but then there was a problem: should I dye my hair completely black or completely white? With black the lines might still show up but with my hair white, that's simply ridiculous! Therefore, I need another white- head's opinion: black or white?"
Soul glanced between the two bottles, then his red eyes settled on a panicking Kidd.
"Hmm," he mumbled softly, walking past the Shinigami, who stood, blank faced.
"What does that mean?" he asked imself in a soft voice, "Black? White? Both? Neither?"
Soul was walking heavy footed with his eyes closed. A voice made him look up to the door. His technician, Maka Albarn, was waving leaning on the door frame, seeming to have been patient for his arrival. He quickened his step to her.
"Jeez, Soul, what took you so long?" Maka asked grinning. Soul shrugged, avoiding looking at her.
"Hmm," was a thoughtful response. He heard Maka sigh and risked a glance. Her childish, boring but well- knowing eyes stared directly in his, an action everyone else failed to do. Soul couldn't help but smile, smirk than it turned into a grin.
"Ah," Maka said nodding, having seen his world, "It was one of those days."
Soul's world was his own. But, nonetheless, he was willing to share.