Never here and with a brand new story! Obviously, it will be a Soul Eater story with Soul "Eater" Evans as the love interest. Now, I know some people are hesitant to read a fanfiction about him when he's not paired up with Maka--a pairing I support, which is odd for me--but I wanted to give a Soul/OC story a shot for those who love the scythe just as much as I do. But don't worry, Maka will get love too as there will be some Maka/OC in this too. Anyway, please give this a chance and tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is welcomed, but flaming is not as it is inappropiate--don't like, don't read. Thank you. Please enjoy and please review.

Prologue

First impressions are everything.

I'm a person who heavily believes in that. Or at least use to.

Those who leave a good first impression on me usually become my ally or at least gets my respect. And those who leave a bad impression on me...well, let's just say I see those people as not worth my time.

And if you can see where this rambling is going then, you will get the general idea that my first impressions of him were not good.

It all started at Death Meister and Weapons Academy, Shibusen's entrance ceremonies...

The day in Nevada was hot. Almost unbearably so. It was afternoon, when the manically and bleeding smiling sun was at its highest, which didn't make the temperature any lower. I hated extreme temperate days: hot or cold.

Good thing I lived in one of the hottest states in America, right?

Anyway, adolescents and a few adults, excited and noisy, were gathered in the large cobbled front quad of the majestic yet, slightly funky institute for people like me (meisters) and my best friend and partner, Luka (weapon). You could tell who was what by their name-tags that they were given before heading up the long—too effin' long if you ask me—white stairs to the courtyard—that was so meisters could find weapons or the other way around if they weren't partnered up already.

Everyone was waiting for our headmaster or maybe his infamous Death Scythe to come out of the doors and greet us, so the ceremony could begin. In the back of my mind, I hoped someone would come out soon because I was sweating like a pig--an odd phrase that I didn't particularly understood--thanks to the stupid sun—I mentally cursed the freaky-looking ball of hot gas—and was beginning to lose patience after waiting around for a good twenty-five minutes—I didn't like when people made me wait, Shinigami or not.

After waiting another...minute...I turned to Luka, who was completely cool-headed and wasn't perspiring at all—lucky bastard—to say dryly, "Yo, Russia. I'm gonna go look around and try to find Pigtails. She said she'd be here today with her new weapon."

The brunet turned to me steadily, looking down, and nodded. "All right, but try to not get loss in the crowd, Miss. Anabeth." he told me, his voice deep and mature with a hint of a foreign accent.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I won't get lost." I waved my pale hand dismissively with a roll of my eyes. Turning on my booted heel, I gave the tall and muscular young man a firm, but playful punch in the arm and strolled off into the crowd in search of my childhood friend.

Now, I'm a person who loved being right, so when I waswrong and someone else was right...I got kind of mad—yeah, I needed anger management.

Well, that moment happened to one of those moments. I had been wrong about getting lost. Yeah, I know lame considering I was just in a compact courtyard; there were just too many people!

I kept calm, though, not showing how panicky being lost and being surrounded by copious amounts of strangers made me feel. I even put the earplugs of my iPod into my multi-pierced ears and blasted my music just to make me feel less claustrophobic.

A good, musical distraction if you will.

However, I had become so distracted that I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going because my eyes were closed and my ears were flooded music by Bass Hunter. Thus, by the time I realized that I was about to walk into someone, it was too late.

'CRASH!'

Though, technically, people don't actually making crashing noises...

My face and someone's firm chest collided with each other so hard that we were both thrown off balance and tumbled to the ground with quite the painful 'THUD'. Groans emitted from both of us; mine being feminine, but surprisingly low and the other being masculine and raspy.

Pushing myself up by my arms, I rubbed the back of my head and slowly opened my eyes only for them to widen seeing that I straddling a guy.

Sea foam green eyes met crimson red ones and my immediate thought was: Wow, awesome eyes.

And fortunately enough they went well to a pretty handsome—ruggedly handsome—looking tanned face of a boy around my age. His pure white hair was spiky and swept to one side being pushed back by a hand.

Yeah, he was attractive and stupidly enough the fact that we just kept staring at each other, staying in quite the suggestive position made the stupid thought that such a meeting where the boy and girl would automatically fall in love like in those cheesy, mushy, unrealistic movies—such movies were my guilty pleasure—crossed my mind. It made butterflies flutter about my stomach, my heart skip a beat, and my cheeks to become flushed.

Nevertheless, such whimsical and unbelievably ridiculous thoughts were diminished by nine simple words.

"Yo, pipsqueak. Ya mind gettin' off? You're kinda heavy."

I scowled, my face burning bright red. That son of a--!

Inwardly growling, I crawled off of him purposely putting all of my weight on his legs while doing so. He winced and glowered at me, his eyes flashing. "You did that on purpose!" he spat, glaring at me as I rose my feet.

Scoffing, I brushed off the hem of my white sundress, which was worn under an army green hooded jacket. "You have no proof of that." I retorted nonchalantly.

"Yes, you did and all cool, pretending you didn't isn't cool at all!" the boy snapped, standing and straightening his black and yellow Letterman's jacket.

Does he realize that he said "cool" twice in one sentence?, I thought, looking at me with a look of sheer boredom on my face. "Prove it." I challenged calmly. I was only calm on the outside though, on the inside, I was pissed and wanted a good incentive to deck that guy for making fun of my small height and calling me fat basically.

He opened his mouth to counter angrily, showing shark-like teeth, but was cut by a voice airy and kind exclaiming my name in happy surprise, "Ana!"

The boy and my eyes stopped glaring daggers at each other to turn and see my dear childhood companion, Maka Albarn rushed towards us. Her dirty blonde pigtails bounced as she jogged with a joyous twinkle in her pretty, forest green orbs and a huge smile.

A crooked smile tugged at one side of my mouth. She threw her arms around me energetically. "Hey, Pigtails. How's it hanging?" I chuckled at her power of her embrace and returned it, patting her back.

"I've missed you, Ana! It's been so long!" Maka said, pulling back a little.

"Yeah, seriously, girl. Where have you been all my life? I've missed you like whoa." I joked.

We laughed. That was until the boy I had crashed into cleared his throat to grab our attention. Maka peered back at him curiously while I shot him a cold look to see him looking at us skeptically. "What is it, Soul?" my old friend questioned with a thin raised brow.

At that my eyes widened dramatically. "Wait," I drew her attention back to me. I thrust my hand out, pointing my index finger at Soul, who eyes narrowed. "That's your weapon, Soul Eater?" My voice hitched up an octave in shock.

Maka's brows furrowed, giving me an odd expression. "Uh...yes. Why?" She glanced between us. "Have you two met already or something?"

"Unfortunately." he snorted.

"You could say that." I huffed. My eyes met Soul's again, he met my disgusted glare evenly.

Confused, Maka glanced between us.

First impressions are everything...

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