Okay so hey guys! Miss me?...maybe?...possibly?...no?...okay…heh heh yeah after that I feel less confident cause I'm starting a new fanfic when I have loads of them I should continue...but moving swiftly on! This is going to be my take on what soul eater would be like if it was like the Hush Hush book series so basically a lot of things will be the same but it will have other things added in and I changed a few things but it kinda does fallow the story more or less for the first few chaps.. make any sense? No. thought so. So anyway here's the first chapter! I should probably add instead of it being fallen angels and nephil it'll be weapons and meisters obviouslyyyyy, and I am really thinking about cutting out patty in this :/ * hides behind computer* DON'T HURT ME!
Discalmir: I do not own Soul eater or the hush hush series! * Even if I wish I did xD and seriously read hush hush you won't regret it :D*
Chapter 1 Death Academy, Nevada.
I walked into my biology class and my jaw fell open straight away. Stuck to the surface of the Black board was a Barbie Doll and ken at her side, they'd been forced to have their arms linked together and were both naked except for Leaves that were placed over a few locations on their body. But that wasn't the worst part. Scribbled across the top of them on the board in thick white chalk was:
WELCOME TO HUMAN REPRODUCTION (SEX)
As I took my seat at the front of the class my Lab partner, also my best friend, Liz Thompson came over and took a seat next to me covering her mouth trying to contain high pitched giggles after looking over at the board.
"And this is exactly why the school doesn't allow us to bring in camera phones. I mean imagine if this got on Facebook!" she squealed trying to contain even more giggles.
"Hmm I thought you'd been looking forward to this all term Liz" I sad with a small grin.
Liz lowered her lashes and then smiled wickedly.
"This class isn't gonna teach me anything I don't already know, Babe"
I was about to remind her about the fact she was a virgin when our teacher rolled into the room.
Our teacher Professor Stein was a very weird and wonderful man. He had a few stitches across his face and a large screw place through his head. Nobody could tell if it was fake or real but my guess was it was very much fake. No one could have a screw through their head.
"Everybody to your seats now or I'll dissect you" he shouted out towards the rest of the room and the few remaining students that were out there seats quickly scrambled into them even though he was only joking, right?
"It should have occurred to you all know that sex is not just some walk in the park. It is science, and what is science?"
"Boring!" a kid at the back of the class shouted out.
"The only class I'm failing!" another kid said.
A few of the other kids struggled to contain there laughs and giggles as the professors eyes looked around the room and then unluckily they stopped on me. "Maka?"
"It's the study of something." I said.
He rolled over on his chair to the front of my desk and placed his hand down on top of it keeping his eyes firmly on me. "What else is it?"
I hesitated before answering. "Knowledge gained through experimentation and observation." Great, I sounded like I was auditioning for an audio book of the text.
His eyes stayed on me not casting his look away just keeping the same straight line of a smile. "And what would it be in your own words, Maka?"
I tried to quickly make it out in my own words through my mind without it failing to make sense. "Science is an investigation" And once again just my luck. It sounded like a question once I had said it.
"Science is an investigation" Stein said while rolling away from my desk and resting his hands on the top of his chair. "Science requires us all to transform into spy like beings."
Putting it that way really did make science sound fun but I've been in Steins class long enough to know that it really is not fun and I shouldn't get my hopes up.
"Good spying takes practice." He continued on.
"And so does sex!" a loud shout came from another kid up the back of the room and we all tried to hold back laughter as stein pointed one of his scalpels around the room to warn us. "Maka, you have been sitting next to Liz since the start of the year, am I correct?"
I nodded and I had a bad feeling about where he could be taking this. "I'm guessing by now you would know each other quite well."
I felt Liz kick my leg under out table and I knew she was thinking that he really does have no idea how much we really do know about each other, and I don't just mean all the secrets we keep in our diaries. Liz is my un-twin. She is blue eyed with Light brown straight hair and has a bigger sized chest. I'm a green eyes blonde with pigtails and a flat chest. It's like an invisible thread keeps us connected and no one would be able to change that. Not even stein.
Stein looked around the class at each and everyone one of us as if he were looking straight into our souls. "You know what; I would bet each of you will know quite a bit about the person you're sitting next to by now because you were the ones who picked the seats your sitting in right now and you pick seats for a reason. Nothing is random. It's too bad that the best spies avoid knowing each other. It makes the investigation more dull and boring. And that is why today I am assigning a new seating plan."
As I opened my mouth to protest, Liz beat me to it. "What the hell? It's April. As in it's almost the end of the year so you can't pull this kind of crap now."
Stein hinted at a smile " I can pull this stuff any time I want, and remember if you fail my class you'll end up right back here next year where I can pull this stuff all over again.
Liz was about to protest but must have fought against that instinct and just settled for scowling at him, and she is famous for that scowl. It's a look that does everything but hiss, but sadly stein was apparently immune to her scowl and just continues on. "Every partner sitting on the left-hand side of the table-that's our left- move up one seat. Those in the front row-yes, including you liz- move up to the back!"
Liz shoved her note book inside her bag and more or less ripped the zipper shut. I was surprised that it didn't snap off at the end. I bit my lop and waved a small farewell to her as she crossed though tables slamming into anyone and moved up the back of the room. I turned slightly to look around the rest of the room scanning around looking at every pupil. I knew every one of their names…except one. The transfer. Stein never called on him and he seemed to prefer it that way. He always sat one table back slouched down with his cool crimson eyes always holding a steady gaze forwards, just like he always did. I couldn't believe that he would just sit like that day, after day, always staring into space. I could tell by the way he was always looking that he was thinking something. But my instincts told me I probably did not want to know what it was he was thinking.
He set is Bio textbook down on the table and slid into Liz's old seat.
I smiled warmly. "Hey, I'm Maka"
His red eyes sliced right into me and the corners of his mouth tilted up. My heart stopped for a few seconds and in those few seconds a feeling of gloomy darkness seemed to slide over and around me. Holding me in a cold embrace. It vanished in an instant, but I continued to stare at him. I noticed the fact his smile was defiantly not friendly and it was the smile that spelled trouble.
I turned my head back around away from him and focused on the chalkboard, where Barbie and ken seemed to stare back with strange cheerful smiles on their faces.
Stein now decided it was time to continue our lesson. "Human reproduction can be a really sticky subject-"
A chorus of students laughed while making an ewww noise that travelled around the classroom.
" It requires a lot of mature handling and like all types of science the best approach to the subject is to learn by becoming a different type of person. A spy. For the rest of this class I would like you to find out as much as you can from your partner by becoming spies. Tomorrow I would like you to bring in an essay of your findings, and believe me I'm going to check through your notes on what you have learned."
I looked over at the mysterious transfer boy sitting next to me and I realized the ball was in his court-I'd smiled, and look how well that had turned out. I wrinkled my nose, as I tried to figure out what the boy smelled off. It wasn't cigarettes; it was something richer, fouler.
Cigars.
I stared at the clock on the wall and tapped my pencil against the table in time with the second hand on the clock. I placed my elbow on the table and rested my chin against my fist. At this rate I was going to fail the assignment.
As I continued staring forwards I heard the soft scratch of a pen. He was writing and I really wanted to know what. Ten minutes of sitting together really didn't qualify for him to make any strange assumptions about me. Turning to look over at him, I saw that his paper had several lines written and it was growing with more words.
"What are you writing?" I asked with a small note of bitterness.
"So she speaks English," he said while scratching it down lazily onto another line of the paper.
I leaned in closer to him, trying to read what he had already written but he folded the paper in half hiding whatever he had written down on it.
"What the hell did you write?" I demanded. I should be allowed to know whatever he had written.
He just stared at me with that same dark smile on his face. He showed no teeth.
I placed my pencil onto my sheet of paper and stared across at him again. "What is your name?" I asked.
He flashed a dark grin at me showing some teeth and from what I could see his teeth were razor sharp and when I say sharp I mean it. They were pointed at the bottom and fit perfectly together. He had to have had then made like that because that was not normal for a human.
"Your name?" I repeated trying to ignore the teeth.
"Call me Soul, and I mean it. Call me "He winked at me when he said it and i was sure that he was making fun of me.
"And what do you do in your free time soul?" I asked ignoring whatever he was trying to do.
"I don't have any spare time."
I detected a note in his voice that showed me he was lying so I kept pressing for an answer. "Spare time. What do you do in it?"
"I write about who believers there are truth in eating organic, who writes poetry in secret and who shudders at the thought of having to choose between Stanford, Yale, and…what's that big one that has the H?"
I stared at him feeling Abit shaken about how dead on he was and I didn't get the feeling he had just made a lucky guess.
"But you won't end up going to either of them."
"I won't?" I asked without thinking the question through my head.
He then hooked his fingers under my seat and began to drag the seat closer towards him. I wasn't sure if I should scout away and show fear or do nothing at all and pretend to act bored. I chose the latter.
He said "Even though you'd thrive at all three schools, you scorn them for all being to cliché of achievement. Passing judgement has to be your third biggest weakness."
I felt a quiet rage bubbling up inside me as I asked "and what's my second?"
"You don't know how to trust anyone. Wait, no I take that one back. You just trust the wrong people. It just shows how uncool you are."
"And what's my first then? "I demanded. The rage boiling up inside me now.
"You're scared of what you cannot control, Maka"
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and the temperature in the room seemed to have chilled quite Abit. Being me I would normally have gone straight up to steins desk and demanded that he made a new seating chart with me back beside Liz but also being me I refused to let Soul think that he could just intimidate me or scare me. I decided I would not back down until he did.
"Do you sleep naked?" he asked.
My mouth now threatened to drop but I would not let it. "What kind of sick minded question is that? And you would be the last person I would tell."
"Done anything illegal?"
"No" I guessed that breaking the speed limit wouldn't count with him. "Why can't you just ask me a normal question?"
"Because I am not going to ask what I can just guess."
Who is this guy really? If he knows things about me then what did he not know?
"Are you suicidal, Maka?"
The question took me off guard and my voice cracked whilst answering." w-what?" I stuttered.
He pointed his pen at the mark on my wrist.
"It's a birthmark, idiot." I said trying to regain my balanced voice.
"Looks more like a scar to me." I could feel him laughing inside as he connected his eyes with mine. "Parents married or divorced?"
"I live with my mum"
"Where's dad?"
"My dad passed away last year."
"How'd he die?"
I flinched at the question not really wanting to answer it. "H-he was murdered. This is getting into my personal territory so if you don't mind please don't go any further into it."
It grew silent between us and souls crimson eyes looked like they had softened Abit. "That must really be hard for you." He genuinely sounded like he meant it.
The bell rang moments later and soul was straight of the chair making his way through other pupils to the door.
"Hey wait!" I shouted after him but he didn't turn.
"Soul! I didn't get anything about you!"
He turned around now and walked back over to man and scribbled a few numbers down on my hand before I had time to stop him. I looked down to see seven little neat numbers written down and I was going to tell him that there was never ever going to be a phone call from me, and that it was his fault for taking all off our class time questioning me, actually I wanted to say a lot of things to him. But instead of saying anything I just stood looking at the numbers.
When I was finally able to speak I said "I'm busy tonight doing other things."
He just grinned and said "so am I" Then he was gone. Just disappeared.
JEEZ THAT WAS LONG! I hop e I don't have to do this each chapter D: I'm realizing right now it's pretty much the same as the book but that should change once I get more into the plot cause well right now there isn't much I can do so don't kill me for it! Love ya all and don't forget to review and favourite. Also I realized now I am not good with criticism D: I kinda get annoyed. But it's your choice what you write J