A/N: This is it, the first chapter of my newest fic. I want to take break of my other fic for a while, so I created this fic. It wont be a long fic, so it's perfect for me. I myself think this fic lack something, like motives, or didn't make any sense at all, but yeah, I already did it, might as well post it.

I want to dedicated this fic for everyone who encourage me, especially this author name OSAMA NEKONI. I was quite in a slump, and reading her fic encourage me to write more. If any of you are Indonesian or can read Indonesian, read her fic. I tell you, it's good. (oh, but she's SoMa writer, just to tell you)

Lastly sorry for grammar mistake, misspelling, or character OOC. Especially grammar mistake, seeing as I'm trying to write it in present tense

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater, it belong to its rightful owner.

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Sunlight Kiss

Chapter 1

I've never know what love is.

How could I know it if I hadn't felt it before?

What is family love? My mother died while gave birth to me, I've always aware of my father's gaze at me every time near my birthday (I'm not that stupid). I don't have any siblings (my own brother is already cut ties with us). The siblings whom we adopted from the streets were to focused with their own studies to help raised our family name, forgetting to bond with me in the process.

My father who's always told me that he loved me? Is it love if I had to be forced to follow every his desire to succeed our family business? My father's to easy to use the word 'love', telling me that it was for my own good. Can't he see my own desire, even if it was just a little?

What is friendship love? as long as I remembered, I don't have any friends for as long as I lived. People either stay away or stay close with me, all because of the Death name that I always wore as my family name. Nobody saw me for me. Everyone blinded by power and money who come with my name, really gross how human nature is, don't you think?

What is romantic love? Pfft. Don't make me laugh. I don't even have any friends, you expected me to have a romantic feeling for anyone? Sorry, but I'm not some fool who believed some cheesy story like fate. Fall in love in the first sight sound stupid, how could you fall in love with someone just with one gaze? For me, it's bullshit, just someone who mistake love with sexual desire. It's not love, because in this world there's nothing such as fate.

At least that's what on the mind of Death the Kid for 19 years of his life in this world.

Until that girl come.

It was just like any other day. Coming to Evans' Hair Salons on time and greet the son of the owner and also the shopkeeper (I refused to call him friend, yah, I guess acquaintance will do), serving the customer who want to get their hair cut until near the lunch break.

"I'm serious, Kid. I don't even understand why you like this job that much." Said the shopkeeper, Soul, while reading a magazine. Ugh. Really, this man. From day one I work in here he's always like this, just reading magazine, he don't even greet the customer! At least if you're the shopkeeper, show some manner on it even if you don't like it.

But yeah, I guess it's what all people ask in their mind when they know I work here secretly as a part time job. And they should. Why the son of the infamous people in this town like me choose such a job in this kind of place? I have a bright future already planned for me from the moment I was born (and since my brother left the house), being the chief of the biggest funeral coordinator in this town. Why would I sacrificed it just to become a hairdresser in such a hair salon, which even if it has a name Evans on it, but it was still just a branch business, just to be a small trial if it can help get some money. It really doesn't make any sense, and clearly really different from my future carrier.

The answer is simple, actually. And really cheesy I guess. Passions. Especially for symmetry.

I've always has been obsessed with symmetry for as long as I remembered. The doctor has diagnosed me with severe OCD, but I really don't mind it. On the contrary, I actually proud with my conditions. I could proudly announce to the world about my obsession (even if it's sometimes being a drag). I've always dreamed to make the world become more symmetrical with my job, something which is nearly impossible with being the funeral coordinator (It's not easy to get a land, and it's not like we could move the body freely just to achieve symmetry).

And that's where the hairdresser come from.

I've always looked at it. Such a simple job, but could make someone's day better. I've always looked at their happy face from the cut they get, such a beautiful and symmetrical cut. Since that day, I've always dreamed to become a hairdresser who could give happiness from my work of symmetry.

But, yeah… it's not like my father would allow it even if he heard my dreams. No matter what, he's already set making me the heir of the family business which has already run for generations.

See? Fate has never be, and will never be, on my side.

And it's not just me. You see, Soul Evans the shopkeeper, just like his name indicated, he's from the Evans' family which is infamous for their music. Even if he never told me or showed me, I knew that his passion was actually music, piano especially. I can't helped but noticed how his finger moved when there's music around, or the music magazine he usually read (well, sometimes it's a playboy magazine, but don't mind the detail). His family thought he don't have the gift for it and making him the shopkeeper for one the family business. But I know deep down in his heart, he want to pursue music carrier and showed it to his family.

I think, if fate is there just to hamper our dreams, why would I believed it in the first place?

But if I think about it, maybe it's the same fate that allowed me to meet this girl.

When the moment she first enter the hair salons, maybe it's sound cheesy, but the light which also come from the door felt really bright. It's as if a dot of light come through my dark world, enveloped every pore of my body which always missed it for my whole life.

Her face is actually normal. Beautiful, but not like those supermodel in the magazine or some popular girl in the university. Her make up is not excessive, natural on her face and not looked heavy, making a fresh image. Her clothes not too much but was kept neat, making her beauty natural image shone.

Her ash blonde hair down to the waist shone from the light behind her, creating such unique shade. Her eyes is the most beautiful green I ever saw, not a dull green, but more lively, like a forest green, or emerald. Yes. Overall she is actually a beauty, but you could also called her cute.

And hey, the plus point is, her face is symmetrical.

I've never believed in love at first sight, but maybe this is what they meant when they said they experienced it.

It's just that it felt different from what the book describe about falling in love, like the thumping on the chest or the butterflies on the stomach. Well, maybe I felt it, but it's not what makes me surprised. No, what makes me surprised is this feeling, like meeting a long searched person on my whole life without knowing who that person is. Feeling like a tug on your soul, not because of her physical bodies (a shame her chest quite flat. But hey, at least she got a nice legs), but more like meeting your half soul you always thought was missing.

Deep down in my soul, I know she's the one I'm looking for this whole time on my life.

She's not a normal girl. Yes. She's clearly an angel, a light that created to saved me from this darkness.

I was too shocked, Soul has to wake me up from my daydream, making the angel chuckle. I even space out while hearing her request to trim her hair, luckily she's willing to repeated it. Honestly, I never been out of focus like this since my brother left us.

And after I finished trimming her hair, when she looked at me and gave me that thousand watt of smile while thanking me, I swear its as if thousand of light enveloped me, warm and bright. Just looking at her smile, I feel like today will be a good day, as if my life will become better. From when she come until she goes home, I could only stood quietly, enjoying her soothing presence.

That day I realized that I haven't think about my cruel fate for once when she was there.

Too bad I forgot to ask her name before she goes.