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A/N: This story was originally up on my Quizilla account but I've decided to revise all of my works and edit them as I see fit. This chapter was actually much shorter before I edited it and now is twice as long. I will be including a link on my profile page that will lead you to my account on where, if necessary, there are pictures of my original characters and outfits or accessories that are included in the story. Thanks and please review.

The Sound of a Soul

By: MentalVerin

Chapter 1

"Melly-chan~" the little black cat called out.

A girl with grey-white hair turned around and looked down at Blair the magic cat. The teenager wore her hair short in the back, the softer hairs brushing at her neck, and long in the front, her bangs slightly obscuring her face from curious eyes. Her dark red eyes smiled happily as she greeted her cat friend who ran up to her. Melly felt a light breeze brush against her and made the fabric of her clothes ruffle a bit. Her short, black miniskirt fluttered against her legs, covered by black leggings that stopped at mid-calf and clung to her slim limbs. The ruffles that were the sleeves of her blue top moved delicately against the lightly tanned skin of her arms as she reached up and brushed her bangs from her eyes so that she could see her friend more clearly, resulting in the gold bangles around her wrists to chime together slightly and glint in the afternoon sun. The beige colored tank top underneath her shirt hugged her body snuggly as the soft, loose fabric of her shirt skim against her.

"Hey, Blair-chan," she replied and kneeled down to scratch the cat's head. She purred loudly as the girl stoked the cat's soft fur.

"Hey, Melly, guess what!" Blair cheered. "I found a new owner and they're really nice. They're students from Shibusen."

Melly smiled. "I'm glad to hear it," she said. "If Jim didn't live with me, I would let you stay at my house."

"It's okay, Melly-chan. Maka-chan and Soul-kun are really nice and make me fish every night."

The girl smiled and Blair smiled back.

Suddenly the sound of a boy's voice could be heard calling Blair's name.

"Blair! Blair! Damnit! Why did Maka send me after that cat?" the boy's voice yelled through the crowd of people.

"Blair-chan, looks like someone is looking for you," Melly said.

"Oh! It's Soul-kun! C'mon Melly! I wanna introduce you," Blair said before running off towards the voice.

A smile lighted upon the girl's face before she followed after her friend. She led Melly to a boy with spiky white hair and red eyes. He wore a blue long-sleeve shirt that hung loosely around his torso and a pair of blue skinni-jeans as he looked around the area, supposedly looking for Blair. Melly stumbled slightly as she admired the boy. His skin was tanned and as the light winds of the day went by him, it pressed his shirt to his torso and allowed Melly the chance to view defined muscles. He had a slightly bored look in his eyes as he turned on the spot, searching in all directions for Melly's cat companion. As said cat ran towards him, dodging the legs and feet of the people who got in her way, Melly looked at his feet and saw he wore a pair of plain white tennis-shoes that were worn and had light graying streaks from their use. He was a handsome boy and Melly blushed slightly at her inner confession.

"Blair!" he called again. The girl caught sight of sharp, shark-like teeth as he called out for the cat again. Melly's mood dropped as she realized what this discovery meant but kept a smile so as to keep Blair from noticing her despair.

"Soul-kun!" Blair called out to him and ran up to his feet.

"Blair, where have you been?" he asked.

"Soul-kun! I want you to meet my friend Melly!" Blair said with a smile.

Soul looked up at Melly and she smiled at him with a slight blush dusting her cheeks shyly. He wouldn't recognize her as a witch because of the civilian clothes she wore instead of witch clothes that were normally worn around her house and the forest she lived in.

"Hello," she said politely, standing across form Soul, Blair sitting between the two teenagers with a slight twitching of her tail as she watched their interaction with each other.

"Hey," Soul said back.

"Soul is a student at Shibusen, Melly!" Blair cheered after their greeting to each other. "He's a demon scythe weapon." Blair's statement confirmed Melly's suspicions from before and her forlorn mood increased as she widened her smile with a fakeness that burned her.

"So you're Blair's new owner?" Melly asked, changing the subject to a more comfortable topic.

"Owner? I didn't know I owned the cat. She just kind of moved in on her own," Soul said, scratching the back of his neck.

The girl looked down at Blair and smirked. "Sounds like her," she said. Looking back up at Soul, Melly sighed. "Well I need to get home now." She needed to get away from here before the weapon in front of her figured her out to be a witch, most likely by a slip of Blair's. If he found out before she got away and was able to call his meister to him, they would no doubt take her witch's soul, killing her in the process.

"Ok, Melly-chan! Tell Jim I said 'Hi'!" Blair said waving a paw at her young female friend.

Melly nodded and turned to leave, walking down the street. She took the next turn and disappeared around the corner.

Soul watched her walk down the street until she turned the corner and disappeared from sight.

"Hey, Blair? How do you know her?" he asked the magic cat.

Blair looked up at the boy with her big green eyes. "She rescued me from a rabid dog. She also taught me the magic I know," Blair explained innocently.

"Huh? She knows magic?" he asked. This was an interesting fact as there were very few people in the world aside from witches who could do magic. Blair was also when of the few creatures in the world who could claim such feats. The girl hadn't looked like a witch and she looked innocent of any of the foul deeds performed by witches. He doubted she was so but he was curious about her and if she could do magic there was a chance that she was his enemy as a witch. He hoped not. He focused his attention back on Blair as she continued to explain about the girl.

"Of course she does! She's a witch after all," Blair said and trotted off, the slip up revealed and she uncaring.

Soul was frozen in shock for a second but then burst out, " SHE'S A WHAT?"

Melly padded through the forest, barefooted, as she made the thirty minute journey from the city to her cottage hidden within the tall trees. She had changed out of her civilian clothes and into the witch's outfit that allowed her more movement and freedom before she released the Soul Protect and leaving Death City's boundaries. Her hood was up and hid her white hair from the day light that peeked through the foliage of leaves overhead.

She hummed a tune as she skipped towards her house that was shared with Jim, the wolf shape shifter. He was her roommate in the small cottage and acted as a brotherly figure to her. He was the one she looked to for support in all of her decisions and she was glad to have him by her side.

"Hmm...I wonder what I should make for dinner tonight," the teenaged girl mused to herself.

She slowed down as she came within sight of the small wood cabin. Jim was lying on the porch in his wolf form, supposedly sleeping. The large black wolf had three piercings in his left ear and a scar over his right eye. These features were present in his human form as well along with rippling muscles and short cropped hair the color of coal.

"Jimmy-kun~" Melly sang in the wolf's ear as she leaned over the canine.

"Go away, Melly. You took forever in town and now I'm hungry," the wolf growled.

Another smile graced her lips as she leaned back on to her heels and linked her hands behind her back. "Alright, I'll go make dinner. What do you want to eat?" she said.

"I caught some rabbits earlier. They're in the fridge," Jim mumbled.

Melly nodded and went into the house to cook dinner for her hungry wolf and herself. Pulling two rabbits from the fridge and some veggies that were hidden in the back Melly set about making a rabbit stew. She skinned the rabbits with practiced and fluid motions before cutting the meat into small chunks and setting the meat to the side. Leaving her chopping station, she danced around the kitchen gracefully and pulled a large pot from the cupboards beneath counter. She placed the utensil on the stove and then danced around again and this time came back to the pot with four cans of broth held in her arms. Lighting the stove, she opened and poured all four cans into the pot and then dumped the rabbit bits in as well. As she waited for the concoction to simmer she chopped up the carrots, celery, potatoes, and turnips that she had pulled out of the fridge earlier. The chopping process took no longer than two minutes as she completed the action of peeling the potatoes and chopping all of the veggies with assured confidence before pouring them into the simmering cauldron. Sprinkling some herbs pulled from the cupboard above the stove she stirred the stew about to mix everything together into a savory and tantalizing dinner.

She felt Jim come into the house and sniff at her pants leg as she was finishing the stew with a few more stirring motions with her ladle. "You smell like cat," he groaned. "Did you see Blair?"

Melly smiled and nodded.

"You also have the scent of a boy around you," Jim stated bluntly.

She twitched. Damn werewolves and their sense of smell! Melly thought. "I don't know what you're talking about," she declared.

Jim grunted. "Then why is your aura all weird today?"

"Ah! The food's done! Time for dinner!" Melly laughed hesitantly trying to distract his attention from her scent.

"Whatever," Jim grumbled as the witch began to spoon the stew into some bowls. He slowly morphed into a man so that he could sit at the table and eat.

Jim was a handsome black man with dark hair and odd blue eyes. He was wearing sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt as he took a bowl from your hands and sat at the table to join Melly for dinner.

The quiet was peaceful as the sounds of slurped stew filled the room. Melly hoped that it meant Jim had forgotten about her scent for the moment and she wouldn't be interrogated with embarrassing question.

Unfortunately, her hopes were crushed when Jim said, "So tell me about him?"

Melly twitched again and stared into her bowl. "W-what do you mean?"

Jim sighed and set his spoon down. "You're a terrible liar. And your aura is all out of whack. Happiness, Joy, Admiration, then Guilt, Depression, Worry, and Loneliness," Jim stated.

Melly's shoulders slumped as she stared at the wood pattern on the table. "He's...He's a Shibusen weapon student," she said sadly.

Jim sighed again and patted the girl on her snow white head. "I'm sorry, Melly," he said, truly meaning his apology.

This girl that sat before him was his charge and his to care for. He saw her as his younger sister and would do anything to keep her happy and make sure she stayed so. But attraction to a student of the Death Meister Weapon Academy was something her couldn't save her from. As a weapon of Shibusen he would be required to hunt down Kishin eggs and…witches.

Melly sniffled and wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands. She knew that a possible relationship with the boy was not something she could embrace. At any given moment, he could be called to track her down and take her soul like so many other witches before her. The only safety net she had from such a fate was the job that the Shinigami had given her when she came to Death City several years ago. But that protection wasn't as she strong as Jim would have liked for her. There were too many things that could happen that Melly could be blamed and then sentenced for.

Jim got up from his chair and walked around the table to stand beside his young charge. "C'mon, Kid. You've had a long day. Go ahead and go to bed and I'll clean up," Jim said, touching her shoulder lightly.

Melly nodded and stood up before walking slowly to her closed bedroom door. She was too distraught at the moment to argue with Jim and knew that any argument they did have at the moment he would win with ease. So instead of picking a fight and claiming that she could function just fine and do the dishes, she opened her door on shaky legs and stumbled through the portal. With a shuddering sigh, she closed the wood door behind her and leaned against as she tried to get over her wrecked nerves.

She knew what could happen if she let herself think too long on the boy she had met today in the city through an introduction produced by her cat friend. But she couldn't help the desire and longing that gripped at her chest. She wanted a relationship with the boy but knew that she'd have to refrain as a precaution to stay safe and hidden in her woods. She already spent enough energy trying to keep within the guidelines required of her so that she would never be hunted by the students of Shibusen.

Clutching at her chest with a white knuckled grip, bunching the black fabric of her vest in her hand, Melly pushed herself away from the door and walked with unsteady movements to her bed. Uncaring, she fell face first into the soft mattress that presented her with a safe landing. She remained laying on her stomach, hoping for sleep to come quickly. But tears came unbidden to her eyes and she could not refuse them as they fell down her pallor cheeks. She knew she shouldn't have been crying over a boy she didn't even know but she did anyways, feeling the biting pain of loneliness pierce her heart with no mercy. So she silently wept for a love that would never be experienced and let the pain lull her into a deep sleep filled with dreams of being held in a pair of strong arms that kept her warm and safe.

"Soul..." Melly mumbled in her sleep as she turned on to her side, clutching her pillow to her chest.

Soul leaned back in his chair, thinking of the girl that Blair had introduced him to earlier this evening. She was a witch, so his thoughts didn't make any since to his own mind. He was after a witch's soul but there was something in him that wanted to know this girl better. She intrigued him and he couldn't understand why. He wanted to find her and make her tell him what was going on. Tell him why she wouldn't leave his thoughts. But the likely hood of that happening was slim to none. He figured, though, that she had cast some kind of spell on him. He guessed it to be a spell that caused infatuation.

Sighing, he turned off the light in his room before going to bed with his mind still plagued by a girl with white, grey hair and crimson red eyes. If he didn't know better he would have mistook her for his sister but the only sibling he had was his older brother.

Tossing thoughts of his family away before the memories made him sick he tried to calm himself and sleep. But sleep evaded him and his mind wouldn't stop thinking. He stared at the ceiling for what felt like forever until he finally got up, ticked off, and got dressed. He would go on a walk and see if that wouldn't help to settle his wired nerves and let him sleep. Insomnia was not good for a weapon to have and he needed his bed rest.

Silently, Soul left his room, padding carefully across the linoleum floor of the kitchen in his socks. If he woke Maka or Blair he knew he either wouldn't hear the end of it or would never get to sleep if either female woke up and saw him sneaking out of the house. Quickly and quietly he slipped on his shoes, lacing them up with memorized procession in the darkness of the room, before slipping out the door and into the hallway outside.

Sighing when he was out of danger of waking to very differently temper mental women Soul began walking. He didn't know where he was going but he didn't care and figured he'd soon find out where his feet were leading him if he just let them. His discovery though was not found though until he found himself completely lost in the forest surrounding Death City.

Soul heaved a sigh, knowing he was completely lost in the dark and would have to wait until the morning when the sun could get through the tree foliage. Resigned to his fate at the moment, Soul walked over to one of the nearby trees and sat down, nestled between the roots of the ancient life form. Settling in, he stared up at the canopy, unable to see the sky because the greenery was so thick and blended with the darkness of the night sky.

"Damn this is so un-cool," he hissed as he leaned back against the tree. "Can't believe a cool guy like me got lost," he mumbled.

Slowly, he started to drift asleep with the comfort of the trees around him. Sighing, Soul closed his eyes and let his mind finally drift off. He would simply try to find his way out tomorrow.