Human Interaction
I don't even know what I tried to accomplish here.
Random story once again.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I have no rights to Soul Eater.
He wasn't up for human interaction, he never was. So when he was needed to go to a Weapon-Meister ball, it was required to get there. It was mandatory to show up and introduce yourself to the head of the school, he had to go. There, he had gone and introduced himself to him. Shinigami-sama, the deadliest yet silliest icon he'd ever met.
When he was done, he left. Well, he left the room. He was still in the building, his soul was still there. But he had found another room after walking around and sat.
He didn't like interacting with other people.
So he played. And played. And played. Even when his sensitive ears heard the door open, he played.
When he had finished, an unfamiliar sound rang in the air.
The sound he heard only after his brother performed.
Clapping.
He turned and looked up with a smirk, hoping that his serrated teeth would scare the person away.
Only to be surprised by a pig-tailed ash-blonde girl. Her vibrant green eyes staring at his own ruby red.
"I didn't really understand, but I like it."
She held out her hand with a smile. "I'm Maka."
He took her dainty hands in his own, it had felt so fit. Like their hands belonged to each other.
"Soul."
He didn't like human interaction.
But he found out that this kind of human interaction was worth it in the end.
Yeah... That was pretty lame.
But hey, I attempted what I've always wanted to! Awesome right?
No?
Okay.
Please review!
Until next time!
-That Person