A/N: Hi, guys :) This is my first Soul Eater fanfic...so I hope did okay... If you have time, please leave a kind review :) This story will have Soul/Maka, Black*Star/Tsubaki, and I'll decide who with Kidd later on...unless you guys have a preference..

Chapter One

Oh, crap did my alarm go off?

Apparently not, as Maka Albarn soon discovered upon recognizing the time on the clock.

07:30.

Half an hour to shower, eat breakfast, pack her bag, brush her teeth, do her hair, put on her boots, grab her keys, and start the twenty minute walk to school. On the first day.

Oh, crap.

The ash-blonde girl closed her eyes tightly and counted to 10. And after 10, she bolted out of bed and injected her daily dose of glucose through her tummy. Then she sprinted to the shower, heating up the water as she sped downstairs to the kitchen to turn on the coffeemaker. Breakfast would have to be missed today, she decided. As long as she got to school on time, the most important meal of the day would always come second place.

Once the coffeemaker started brewing, she ran upstairs again, grabbing her towel from the hangers and quickly shut the bathroom door.

She came out again in a record ten minutes, getting dressed in another two, and doing up her hair in two petite pigtails for sixty precious seconds. Her heart pounded in her chest as she heard the telltale huff and puff outside, signalling the arrival of the school bus.

"I'M COMING!" she yelled out the window, spotting the bored bus driver checking his watch, unfazed. He hadn't heard her.

Maka trekked downstairs yet again to collect her coffee, setting it down only once to lace up her black leather boots. There's still time. I can make it.

She whooped in triumph when she had laced the second boot, picking up her coffee again and rushing out of the door, keys jangling from her fingers, her forest green rucksack hanging on one shoulder. "Bye, mom! Bye, dad!" she shouted, only to be met with silence. I made it.

Wrong. As soon as she got outside, the school bus was a world away; there was no time to catch up to it. Maka fearfully glanced at her silver watch. 07:57.

She would have made it on time if she had caught the bus, and she could have walked if her alarm had woken her up. No, this was not a great start to the new school year. Especially not for Maka Albarn, girl with the 4.0 GPA.

Maka stared at the empty space where the bus had been ten seconds ago, her entire body trembling in defeat and disappointment. Perfect student Maka Albarn? More like Epic Failure Doofus.

Well, there was no hope in running to catch the first school bell. She would just have to walk and shoulder the pain of a late slip. On the first day.

Tears pricked her eyes as she shrugged her rucksack back on her shoulder, the silence of the neighbourhood doing nothing to console her.

That is, until she heard the dreaded vroom of one of those blasted machines. It was painfully becoming louder, creating a buzz in Maka's ears as she tried to shut her eyes and count to 10.

After 10, she opened them again.

She screamed. Two amused red eyes stared at her intently, a smirk playing on the owner's lips.

"Don't make me spill this coffee over you!" she screeched, viridian eyes flaring in fury. The boy's red eyes widened as Maka raised her cup over his head, and he held up his hands in surrender.

"Hey, hey, calm down, weirdo, coffee spilling is not cool," he said, inching away from her step-by-step. His hands touched the orange monster beside the curb, making Maka's furious eyes falter in fear. Of course he noticed.

"You scared me. I'm sorry. It's just not my day today," she confessed, eyes glued to the shiny 'Eater' emblazoned on the orange vehicle. "If you could just take that thing with you, we'll go on our separate ways and forget this ever happened."

The boy quirked an eyebrow. "You sure? Aren't you going to the DCHS?"

At last her eyes darted over to the boy again, this time scrutinizing him fully. The boy was definitely taller than her, but she was certain they were in the same year. He had spiky white hair swept to one side, a thin black hairband flattening it down somewhat. His red eyes were half-lidded, creating an aloof and lazy persona.

Maka's eyes squinted in annoyance. Slacker.

"You done checking me out?" he grinned devilishly. "Since it's obvious you go to the DCHS as well, why don't you hitch a ride on Eater with me?"

Eater? Is that supposed to be the name of his bike or something? Gross. So encouraging.

Wait. "You said 'as well'…" Maka pointed out. "You go to the DCHS?" This guy is bluffing. There's no way…

He only shrugged. The nerve! "I have my connections. You must be the scholarship chick, and it wouldn't make a good impression if the new girl arrived late to school on her first day," he remarked, stressing his words as if he was talking to a six-year-old.

Maka fumed. "There's no way I'm getting on that monster," she pointed to the orange Ninja Kawasaki ZX6R (as it said on the side).

The red-eyed boy made a show of checking his watch. "07:58," he whistled, grinning. "I know I'll make it on time. Don't know about you." He turned to climb onto the vibrantly coloured motorbike, immediately starting the engine and startling Maka with its loudness. "Suit yourself, new girl."

"WAIT," Maka all but screamed. The boy craned his neck to look back at her, the same smirk plastered on his face, pointy teeth glaring at her in mockery. Her shoulders deflated as her heart beat faster. In fear. "Fine. Pass me the helmet." She held out her hand but it was left empty. "What?! You don't have a helmet?! No way! No way in hell."

The boy rolled his eyes. "Suit yourself." He turned again.

"No, no, no! Wai—"

"MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MIND, WOMAN!"

"Fine! I'll – I'll get on," Maka stammered. It seemed like it was an eternity before she was finally seated on the bike. "Shit. What fuel do you use?"

"Um...Diesel?"

Maka internally screamed. No, Maka, stay calm. You can deal with this. You've dealt with worse things before.

Suddenly, the image of a white hospital room flashed in her mind and she willed it away, not wanting to be reminded of it.

"Are you ready? We only have two minutes until the first bell," the boy chuckled. Maka narrowed her eyes at the back of his head, sending him a death glare. "So…you better hold on to me real tight."

Something clicked in her frazzled brain. "Hold…on? Where?"

"To my penis, of course." Maka blanched. "NO, idiot, to my friggin waist!" A pair of hands grabbed hers and hastily wrapped them around his waist securely. Calloused hands. Musician's hands. She'd know those kinds of hands anywhere.

She made a move to make a note of it but decided against it, only focusing on the task before her.

"Secure?" he asked. Maka nodded. "Finally. We'll get to school on time, if you don't mind your hair being a bit ruffled."

Maka closed her eyes then, preparing for the worst.

The engine roared.

Maka screamed.

At the very, very, very least she made it to school on time. The first bell rang as soon as the stranger boy parked his bike. It was okay, she told herself. Her perfect record would not be tarnished.

She was still alive.

But barely.

The ride to school left her shaking and completely traumatized. So much so that she could not feel her legs or her hands. She didn't know whether this was a symptom of her condition or simply because her entire face had been blown off by the sheer intensity of the wind as the boy sped towards the perfectly symmetrical establishment of the Death City High School.

She didn't care.

She was here. At school. On time. On the first day. Nothing could make her happier.

"Earth to new girl," his voice cut through her thoughts. "Aren't you going to get off Eater?"

She scrambled her brain for a witty comeback, but it was too shocked to respond. Instead, she forced her legs to move, staggering out of her seat.

"Shook you up that much, eh?" he chuckled lowly. He mounted off as well, shoving his hands into the deep pockets of his leather jacket. "Since you're new, I'll take you as far as the office, but from then on, you're on your own."

As always, Maka bitterly thought. She shook her head to erase it from her mind. "Yeah. That'd be cool. Thanks," she mumbled.

He stared at her for a heartbeat, wondering if he should wait for her after he took her to the office. "You sure you're okay?" he said. Maka nodded, speechless. The boy shrugged. "Okay, then. Follow me."

The ash-blonde girl did as she was told.

When they entered the grand building of DCHS, Maka felt her knees weaken. This was it. She was in the best high school in the entire country. The school her parents attended. The best place to start over. Where no-one knew her name as of yet.

Inhale. Exhale.

"Hello, may I help you two? Class has started," a sultry, female voice called them over to the front desk.

"Yo, Ms. Blair," the boy greeted the busty, purple-haired secretary. She winked in response. "This is the new girl. I'd show her around but Stein will dissect me if I turn up late to his lesson." He turned to Maka. "Well, you made it. See you around, new girl."

With that, he stalked off to the direction of the science labs. Maka watched him go with fascination. Guys like him…aren't supposed to be nice to girls like her… Maka smiled. Sometimes it's nice to be proven wrong.

"Well, let's see here, Ms. Albarn?" Ms. Blair interrupted her thinking. "Amazing! Taking all AP and honour classes with a 4.0 GPA? Good luck with that, I'm sure you're an extremely hard worker." She winked, her cat-like eyes gleaming. "Here's your timetable, and a map of the school. Since you're already acquainted with that crazy boy over there, it'd be good to find him at some point during the day if you ever get lost. He's too 'cool' to leave anyone helpless."

The green-eyed girl nodded twice. "Thank you, Ms. Blair."

"No problem, Maka," she flashed her a grin. "Your first lesson is with Ms. Marie Mjölnir. She's really nice. If you turn over that corner, it's the third door to your right." She pointed to the opposite direction where the red-eyed boy had gone.

Maka started walking, the sound of her boots tapping on the floor strangely comforting her.

It was only when she entered the classroom that she realized one thing.

She didn't get his name.

A/N: I hope you liked the first chapter ;)