SO I got another idea for a Soul x Maka story. Heh. Yeah. So instead of updating the ones I already have, I decided to post THIS! I'm kind of crazy, aren't I? Anyway, sorry for the slow update (blame the North Carolina public school system, not me). Hopefully I'll update this weekend after I take the SAT, so yeah. That'll be fun - I think. Hope you like this one. It mainly centers around my headcannon about what Soul's family is like - and if anyone knows where Soul was born, please tell me cause it doesn't say anywhere that I could find, so unless someone tells me, I'm going to make it up.
yeah, like I said before THIS IS MY HEADCANNON. Pleas don't get mad at me if it doesn't line up with how you envision Soul's family to be. You can write your own fanfiction about that. (Sorry, was that too mean?)
As always, Hope you like it and tell me what you think! (Oh yeah and this is unedited so haha sucks for you! I'l go back and edit it at some point but it's kind of late right now and I'm really tired).
PS this is for Anne/waywardfanatic/whispi. You're a great awesome person and you helped this idea come into being. *kisses for you*
Kay. Onward.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Soul Eater characters. Although that we be really cool, they're all from the manga and they own all rights to them.
Soul
YOU HAVE ONE NEW MESSAGE.
"Hi, Soul. It's Maka. Umm, I probably won't be back to the house today. I'm at Tsubaki's. She and Black Star have been moving some furniture around and she wanted me to take a look. Okay, actually, Black Star's been breaking a lot of furniture and Tsubaki's been buying some new pieces, so yeah. She's having fun with it, but she wanted me to look at it all before she officially decides where to put it and everything. Not that I know much about interior design, I just like to keep things organized . . . Anyway, sorry. Umm, there's some leftovers in the fridge you can reheat and I should be back tomorrow, if not late tonight. Okay. See you later."
TWO NEW MESSAGES.
"Hey, Soul. It's me. Uhh, in case you didn't get my last message, I wasn't home last night. And probably won't be tonight. I dunno, we'll see. Hope everything went well and I'll see you at school tomorrow, okay? Sorry for bailing on my night to cook. I'll make you something extra special tomorrow, 'kay?"
"Soul? It's me, again. Sorry to leave so many messages, but . . . are you sure you're not mad at me? 'Cause I can come home if you want! I'm just going to this really dumb concert Liz is dragging me to. I'll totally come home if you want me to . . ."
FOUR NEW MESSAGES.
"Soul? Soul? Hello? Answer me! Is your phone even on? God. I wish you kept your phone charged. Umm, quick question, where are you? I came home yesterday and it doesn't look like anyone's been home for a few days. There's a bunch of crap in the sink and it looks like you took off in a hurry . . . Just, call me back, okay?"
"If you're playing some kind of joke, this is really stupid, Soul. Seriously. You missed school just to play some dumb prank on me. Way to go. You really are the best partner ever. But Black Star was here today! So whatever crap you're getting into, it must not be with him. What kind of crap are you getting into anyway . . .?"
"Soul. Where. Are. You. Call me back. Now."
"I don't know what you're doing, but you better know I'm going to kick your butt when you come home. Seriously. This joke isn't funny anymore. You're just being an arrogant asshat, making me worry about you when you're probably off slouching in a corner somewhere being all moody over taking a test. God, Soul, you are so immature sometimes. Just grow up, already, will ya? I hate this and I hate you. You better expect a huge freaking Maka Chop whenever the hell you get home."
TWO NEW MESSAGES
"You. Are. So. Dead. Soul. Eater. Evans. Do you hear me?! D – E – A – D!"
"Look I'm sorry for that last message. Just, where are you?"
ONE NEW MESSAGE
"Soul . . . . Soul . . . ? Where are you? I'm seriously worried now . . . It's been, like, . . . three weeks and I don't know if something's happened, or if you're even getting these but it makes me feel better, you know? . . . Oh, God. I told myself I wasn't going to cry again today . . . Okay. No, stop. . . Umm, Soul? If you're alive . . . and I really, really hope you're alive . . . please just. Come. Home. I don't care why you left but I just want you to come back, okay? The house is so empty without you . . . I can barely . . ."
TWO NEW MESSAGES
"Soul? It's me. Again. I, uh . . . Oh, God, I can't –"
"No! Stop! He's not dead! Soul! Soul! If you can hear me, please! They're trying to reassign me! NO DON'T TAKE THE PHONE AWAY! Soul! Soul! PLEASE!"
ONE NEW MESSAGE
"Soul? Hi. It's Tsubaki. Yeah. I bet you didn't expect me to call. Listen. I don't really know how to say this, but, uh, Maka's not your partner anymore. Well, I mean, she's not anybody's partner anymore. She's . . . sick right now. She went out and got herself hurt real bad in a fight. She was using some dumb kid. He's, uh, he's in a bad way now. He freaked and let her take the blow. He got expelled for it, so that's good at least. Oh, jeez, Soul. She . . . Well, okay. So . . . um. If you come back . . . well, if you ever come back, I just wanted you to know that she's in the hospital now. Has been for a couple days. And she probably will be for a few more at least until the wounds clear up. They're pretty bad, Soul. I mean, real bad. Like she may never . . . Oh, God, I can't even say it. Well. Anyway. She needs you, Soul. If there's ever been a time to stand by your meister, it's now, Soul. But . . . I guess that doesn't mean much to you, considering you're the one who walked out on here in the first place. So, that's all I wanted to say. Thought I should let you know, since nobody else was going to.
"Oh, yeah. And one more thing
"You're a real asshole, Soul Eater."
END OF MESSAGES
VOICEMAIL TRASH BIN
MESSAGE ONE
"Maka? Hi. It's Soul. Look I don't really know how to say this, so I'm just going to come right out and say it. I have to go. I'm sorry, I know this is way uncool and cowardly, but I just have to leave. Family stuff, you know. I would've taken you with me, but I, uh, I know how you hate to miss school. Plus, my family's a real drag. You'd hate him. A bunch of uncool people, in an uncool house, in an uncool city. Makes my skin crawl just thinking about going there. But, anyway. It's something I've got to do. I won't be gone long . . . I hope. So, uh, just wait on a couple of missions, for me, okay? I'll be back soon. And if you don't tell anyone, I'll, ummm, I'll do the laundry for a week. Er, no! A month! That'd be cool, right? Okay. Thanks, Maka. I'll see you soon. Take care."
MESSAGE TWO
"Okay, Maka. So things here are better than I expected. I should be home in a couple of days. I was right about you hating it here though. It's all dark and musty and the rooms are all red . . . it creeps me out. Looks like there's bloodstains everywhere. I'm glad you're not here; you'd probably have nightmares for weeks. Anyway, I'll be home soon, okay? Don't worry about me, I'm a tough weapon. Be careful."
MESSAGE THREE
"I was so wrong, Maka. I was so, so wrong in coming here and I never ever should have left. I'm leaving this stupid house right now, okay? I'll be home in less than 24 hours, if I can book a good flight. God, I'm so sorry, okay. I wish I'd never come to this place. It gives me the creeps and I hate everything about it. I'm going to be home in less than – Wes? Wes, get out of here! God, go away! I'm on the phone! No, I'm not going to dinner I'm –"
MESSAGE FOUR
"I have to stay. God, Maka. Why'd I come here? My father says I have to stay. He doesn't want me to go the DWMA anymore. Why'd I come here? Oh, man, why'd I come here? I hate this place. I want to be back with you, back with our friends, back in my own. FREAKING BED! YOU HEAR ME, WES! I WANT TO GO HOME! NOT TO THIS GOD-AWFUL PALACE YOU PEOPLE CALL A HOUSE! Heh. It's more like a museum anyway. It's dark. There's tapestries on the walls. It's cold and the walls are lined with gold. You can't touch anything in this whole damn house. Even the windows. You fog your breathe on them and there's a thousand maids scurrying to wipe your spit off the glass. It's nauseating."
MESSAGE FIVE
"God. Maka. I'm sorry. So sorry. I should've . . . I should've been there. Tsubaki? If you're answering her phone, I . . . God, there's no excuse. I should've left. I should've left this damned house when I had the chance. God, I'm so stupid. I should've known he'd pull some crap like this . . . I should've known . . . . . I'm sorry. Maka. I can't go back now. He's got a hold on me. Him, and the little demon, too. They work together, I think. Both of them are trying to grow the madness in my mind, feed it until it grows into a tumor in my brain. Heh, if only you could hear my piano now, Maka. You'd think I'm crazy . . . Which, now that I think about it.
"I probably am."
END OF MESSAGES