Hello, welcome to the first chapter of Soul Resonance. I always been intrigued by martial arts, playing lots of fighting games and watching my brother and father battle it out in a Tai Chi Chuan vs Tae Kwon Do match. I am not much of a martial artist, practicing slightly in the arts of Pi Qua Quan. I ended up getting inspired to write this story; I've thought of many models of other anime characters fighting in a martial tournament yet still retaining their original story until I finally settled with my last model. My last model is the one you're reading now. I hope you'll like it and review or I have to put on hold like my other stories.

Soul Resonance

Chapter 1: Musician

"Beautiful! Magnificent! You were absolutely perfect!" A tall man slid into the massive dressing room while doing his best trying to shut the door. Quickly locking the door to keep the fanatical crowd outside, he turned to the woman he was addressing. "I am at a loss for words, Miss Genevieve."

"This is unusual of you, Anton."

"I never heard such a beautiful musician." Anton placed a hand on his heart to keep himself from swooning. He strolled over to the woman. "Moonlight Sonata is never been performed so well. The beautiful melody still resounds in my heart."

"You flatter me, Anton." She turned around at the man who stood in admiration. Her ruby red eyes penetrated the man as she reached for a comb. "But do you think it is enough to convince the new patron to fund the concert hall?"

Anton squirmed slightly before opening his mouth. "I can't keep it a secret any longer, mademoiselle! He wanted to meet you in person!" Genevieve stood there in shock. Before she can say anything, there was a sharp rapt on the door. "It must be him now!" Anton practically ran to the door, unlocked, and opened it.

In came a man dressed in a black suit money could buy, a bouquet of roses in his hand. His handsome face is framed with long chestnut hair, his sharp eyes darted from Anton to Genevieve and back again. "I hope I am not interrupting something."

"Of course not!" Anton bowed as he spoke. "May I introduce you to-."

"Genevieve Evans." He grasped her hand and gently kissed it. "You are more beautiful than I've been told." Genevieve turned bright red. Seeing his moment of escape, Anton crept out of the room. Neither noticed his exit.

"And you are?" She asked, thinking it is wise to play dumb for now. Genevieve doesn't need anyone to tell her anyways though. He is known around the world as the inheritor of the InVision Industries, a multitude of corporations that made him one of the richest and powerful men in the world.

"Charles, Charles LeMaire." He kissed her hand again.

"What brings you to our little concert hall, Mister LeMaire?"

"Paris, France is known for its beautiful art and I always appreciated the art of theatre. You are in the need of a new patron, correct? You have lost your last patron or so I've heard." Charles placed the bouquet on a table upon rows and rows of flowers.

"Well, yes in fact." There was a clear hint of desperation in her voice.

"Your music playing is beautiful, I have to say." Charles said, gazing at her figure from the head to toe. She is gorgeous. Long ashen tresses flows down her back framing a heart-shaped face with ruby eyes. He wanted her, needed her. "Are you free tonight?"

"What?" Genevieve was caught off that she splutters her glass of water. She quickly recovered her composure and responded bewilderedly at the sudden question. "I, I don't have any prior engagements."

"Good. I am holding a private party on my yacht. I would like to honor you as my personal guest, Miss Evans. Perhaps we can talk about… the funding."

"Don't you think you'll better off talking to the manager?" Genevieve inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I'll rather talk to a beautiful instrumentalist before me."

"My, aren't you always this straightforward, Mr. LeMaire?"

"You can say that." Charles strode to the door, flashing her a winning smile. "I will send a limo to pick you up at nine. Don't be late."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Good. Try not to miss it for me." With a final wink, he left the dressing room. Genevieve gazed herself in the mirror. Was saving the theatre up to her? Would Mr. LeMaire really be the one to save them from bankruptcy? Or would he turn out to be like the others, making promises then bailing out at the last minute. He was suave and handsome she had to admit.

Straightening her gown, she knew this would either be a night to remember or like other false hope a night to forget.

Charles gazed at Genevieve, his eyes tracing her every feature as he guided her through the galleries of the yacht. Her glittering white gown and heels made her even more beautiful than he remembered few hours ago.

He smiled; glad he had made a trip to the tiny concert hall.

Charles led her to a large room below the deck. A satin red loveseat faced an enormous plasma television on the wall, a marble bar lining the length of the adjacent wall. "Sit." Charles gestured to the loveseat as he sauntered to the bar. "Can I off you something to drink?"

Genevieve nodded as she sat down. "Yes, please." Her red eyes watched Charles rummaging through the bottles of wine, most of which she knew is expensive. The clamor of party goers could be heard on the deck above.

After a few minutes, Charles finally pulled a bottle from underneath the bar along with two tall glasses of a fashionable design. "The finest Moët et Chandon money can buy." He popped the cork and poured sparkling wine into the two glasses.

"You really are rich as they say, aren't you?" Genevieve watched him still, captivated by his rugged good looks.

"So you have heard of me after all."

"Hasn't anyone? You're the owner of the InVision Industries. I still can't believe I'm here."

"I," He handed her a glass as he sat down besides her. "am simply a man who inherited a great deal from his father."

"Thank you." She examined the glass in her hand, in awe of his wealth. She sipped it, unable to find a word to say.

"InVision is my father's work. I have new plans in the working."

"Like?"

"Medicine. I want to allocate our resources to developing new cures, better technologies, and expert care for the sick. I want to help the people in need."

For the first time, Genevieve looked at him in the eyes and saw a boy behind the man. Rarely these days would a rich man possess the desire to help the people. It warmed her heart. She smiled. "That's very noble of you."

"It will be all mine, my own work, not my father's. InVision can be run by that old chairman. They'll like it better that way. Most of the Board weren't too happy when I inherited the company."

"So you won't be keeping InVision?"

"I'd still require its resources, so it will back my organization."

"Which is?"

"I don't know how to call it yet." He turned to his object of affection. "I hate talking about business during pleasure."

"Excuse me?" Genevieve cocked an eyebrow.

"Being in your presence is pleasure, Miss Evans." Charles took her hand suddenly, making her jump a little. "I am going to be blunt with you. I haven't seen talent like you in awhile. I not only want to fund your theatre, but want you to be a star."

"I'm already a star… sort of… My family is the Evans! They are well-known though not widespread! But still I want to gain my own fame-."

"You play the harp like an angel, Miss Genevieve Evans. You'll be famous."

"Pray tell me that you are joking. I want to gain my own fame."

"Not at all. You can still gain your own fame. I already wired your managers a good deal of money. I've known since I heard you play." Charles crawled towards her slightly.

"I, I, I," Genevieve fumbled with her glass, leaning under his advances. She smiled weakly. "Tell me you are not joking."

"I told you I wasn't, Miss Evans." He towered over her. "However there is something I wanted ever since I heard you play."

"What is that?" Genevieve tilted her head in confusion. Without saying another word, he kissed her, the wine glass falling from his hand and shattering upon the floor.

And so we meet Soul Eater Evans' parents, Genevieve Evans and Charles LeMaire. I seriously hope you like it. Sorry, if it is a bit short, but I am a 'quality over quantity' person. On the next chapter, I will write either Tsuna or Shinichi and Kaito. Please review. I want to know what you think; I want to improve my writing regardlessly either by writing fanfiction or essays.

Story/Author Notes

Genevieve - Personally I like the name. The name carries a certain entitlement and grace. She isn't French but she owns a theatre in Paris though. She is somewhat like her son Soul but have Wes' confidence.

Charles LeMaire - He's the one that is French, visiting his home country. Charles is no hedonist, he just get into careless relationships. He is a womanizer but he is even worse than Spirit Albarn and Roy Mustang. You'll see. It's not like I don't like him or anything but that is how I created him. I'll try to develop his character when his sons are born.