Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater.
Quick note: Seth is Soul's REAL name in here.
The busy restaurant, with the big stained glass windows and the pretty woman painting on the door, was filled with chatter, laughter, and bustling waiters. One table in particular consisted of a pale, carrot-topped man and a girl who looked to be his daughter, but the way she was dressed said otherwise. The two were currently being waited on by one of the two newest additions to the staff.
The waiter adjusted the collar of his tuxedo and scratched at his small black mustache. His red eyes flickered to the kitchen before looking to the couple at table again. "Uh, no hablo EspaƱol?"
The two at the table stared at him quizzically. "You... You do know you just said 'I do not speak Spanish'... in Spanish, right?" The girl simply continued to play with her menu.
'Would you like some crayons?' The waiter thought bitterly. He really hated this job, it was horrid.
The annoyed waiter quickly pointed at something on his menu. "Uh, zat ish gud, and uh," He pointed at something on the girls menu. "So ish zat. You getting zhose." And with that, the waiter quickly hustled himself into the kitchen.
He handed the order to the nearest chef and proceeded to jog down the hallway. He saw his target and pulled him along too. His companion sputtered at dropped the cloth he was holding.
The two waiters came to a door marked, 'STORAGE' and they ran inside.
The peeved waiter threw himself against a box of canned tomatoes and huffed quietly. The second man closed the door and scratched the small dirty blond goatee on his chin. After a minute of silence, the black haired waiter looked tiredly at his friend and slowly pulled off his black wig to reveal silvery blond hair. His mouth grew feral and revealed his razor sharp teeth. "Black Star..." he growled, all accent from before deserted.
The blond removed his wig to show light blue hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. He smiled sadly and tugged on his tiny red bow tie. "Soul..." He stared, but was soon cut off.
"What are we doing? Why are we here? What kind of a restaurant is this anyway? Is it French? 'Cause I saw tacos on the menu!!" He exploded and threw his wig onto the dirty floor. "And this damn mustache is killing me!"
"Soul! I know! I had to wait on this fat lady who could not make up her mind! She was talking in half-Italian, too! I DO NOT KNOW ITALIAN SOUL! I TOOK GERMAN IN SCHOOL!"
Soul sighed and rubbed his temples. "Why are we even doing this?" He asked again, more calm this time. "I thought when we ran away we could finally be free?"
Black Star barked out a laugh. "Yeah... Remember your mom? 'Seth Evans! You have a responsibility to this family!'" He mocked in a high-pitched girly voice.
The red eyed waiter winced at his old name. His parents had little creativity with anything but music.
____Flashback_____
Seth Evans bounced his basketball on the deserted playground. School had been over for almost a half an hour, but he couldn't stand facing his mother. His stupid mouth had gone off again before his brain could process the words.
His whole families life was music. His brother played violin, his father played cello, and his mother was an expert at the harp. They could hear one song once and then play it back perfectly. But their only flaw, when given a blank sheet, they seemed like they hadn't played in a thousand years.
He was the odd one out. With his piano playing, his parents had wanted him to play the bass. He couldn't play everything, but he could play something. He wrote music like no other and people would stare in awe.
His grandparents were the only two he could trust. They had left the lush lifestyle of his parents and started a small business. They were most of his inspiration and love.
"Hey!" His thoughts we shattered as the shout rang across the basketball court. He turned his head to see a figure standing there. Seth pivoted on his heal and dribbled the ball once more. "Yeah? Whaddya' want?" He asked the boy.
The boy at the end of the court was wearing his school uniform, consisting of black slacks, a white button up shirt with a tie of your own choice. His happened to be yellow with large blue stars scattered around. His spiky blue hair fell slightly due to the days time. He had a green messenger bag slung over his shoulder and a navy coat in the other.
'Strange...' was the only word that came to Seth's mind.
The still unnamed stranger shifted his weight with a slight eye roll and pointed at him. "Why are you still here? School's been over for like, forty five minutes."
Wait, had he really been here that long? Seth absentmindedly bit his lip, a habit he had picked up during music lessons. And old habits are hard to break. "Well, why are you here?"
The stranger scoffed and walked forward so he was directly in front of Seth. "Had to clean erases. And the thing is, the teacher has a whiteboard." Seth and the stranger laughed a little before the stranger stuck out his hand. "I'm Black Star."
Seth quirked an eyebrow. "That's your name?" He had always been rather rude and blunt. Black Star rolled his eyes. "Well, not technically, but that's what everyone calls me because I hate my real name. You?"
"Seth..." He trailed off. Black Star gave him a knowing look. "Hate your name?"
Seth nodded. "It's just so plain. But I never really had time for a nickname or anything."
They sat in a comfortable silence for a minute before Seth heard, "What about Soul?" Seth give him a 'Whaaa?' look. Black Star pointed at his necklace. It was a silver chain with the word 'Soul' wrapped around a circle that had spiky teeth and knowing eyes (1).
Black Star lowered his arm. "For like, a nickname or something." He finished. Seth thought for a moment.
Seth brought a hand up to the back of his head, his other arm still cradling the basketball. "Yeah, but that kinda reminds me of something from a crappy love song sung by some dumb trucker in Kentucky or something."
The blue haired boy shrugged. "I think it's cool."
'Cool...'
And thus, a friendship was born.
____End Flashback_____
Black Star hopped up onto the box he had been leaning on, now in a squat position. "We could reinvent ourselves! Get new identities! Move somewhere better! Fly the nest! Find a new!" He said with a special look in his eyes that only Soul had ever seen. The look that had 'hope' written all over it.
Soul thought back to all the times they had been friends. All the times when Soul tried to break something due to stress from his many activities, Black Star held him back. Whenever Black Star got in a fight, Soul was there to back him up. They were there for each other and that was all they could ever truly rely on.
Soul stood up slowly and nodded, still in a daze. Suddenly, a wide grin stretched across his lips, the one that was known whenever Soul got extremely excited about anything.
"I know just where we can go."
AN: Herher. This is my first Soul Eater fanfiction. I hope you all liked it :D
Maka and all those other people will be introduced soon. And yus, they are slightly OOC. Sorry 'bout that D:
(1) It's the picture of Soul's soul. Ya know..... That one.....
Please review! They make me update like a hundred times faster! Seriously. If I get like five reviews then I'll update. I think.
