Well Hey there. This is my first story. I have been reading enough of these that I think it is finally time to write one of my own. This may turn into a decent sized story if you will let it. I wanted to publish the prologue to give you a taste. Chapter 1 is on the way. Please read and review.
Disclaimer(!) I do not own Soul Eater. I could never come up with what Atsushi Ohkubo has.
Between Inches and Miles
Prologue
A note was all that was left. You could not have noticed someone so vital to their small apartment in Death City just vanished. It was one page. Ransacking the ash blond partner's room only to find a few sets of clothes missing was devastating and yet the lack of well… lack was reassuring. Surely the girl must return with so little to live off of. The last sentence shattered any hope the few missing articles granted, "My return will not be in the near future". How could a book worm live without her books, Soul found himself griping to any reason for a change in heart. She left half read books throughout the house. Soul always whined about the scattered pages left on every possible surface yet he would always pick them up and neatly place them on the nightstand in the order which he saw them placed down. His partner did not seem to pick up on the miniscule details he retained. She did not understand how hard he weapon could study. Although he did poorly in comparison to his brilliant technician in school he would pass with flying colors in a class how his meister woke up an extra half hour early so the bathroom would be all his when he stumbled out of bed, how she read with a note book next to her at all times to take notes and write her own reflections, how she never failed to smile with her emeralds aglow when Soul did something especially thoughtful. Three unsatisfying sentences were left and breakfast, his favorite and still warm. How could she have left without him noticing? He could smell her shampoo in the air.
Dear Soul,
We cannot continue this way. Please don't follow; this is an order from your meister. My return will not be in the near future.
Please, take care of yourself,
Maka
There were only a few lines separating Soul's name from her's, mere inches. Looking down at the page it seemed as if they were mile apart.