Intertwined
DestinyDevistation
She had heard the music while exploring the halls of her new school. The composition was unlike anything she had ever heard. It had an eerie sound to it. Her body moved toward the hypnotizing tune, her mind lost it's harmony. With each step it became louder, louder, louder. The symphony took her to a large door. She stood, for a moment, and listened. The only instrument she could hear was a piano. No brass, no strings, no percussion, no voice; Just that lone piano. The notes seemed to twirl around her, pulling, tugging her forward. She had to know just who was creating this beautiful sound. Her hands lifted up to the wooden barriers, then, her body moved forward; pushing the doors as she went. The moment she was passed the doors, her eyes feel on him. His back was turned to her, she watched his shoulders move to play each note. He was wearing a black hoodie, and dark loose skinny jeans, from what she could tell. White tousled hair sprung out from the black beanie he had pulled over his head. The music pulled her onward, toward the boy. He hadn't noticed her until she was right behind him. He stopped playing, but didn't move. "You play beautifully, will you play some more?", she felt awkward when he stopped, so she had to say something. He turned his head slightly, but she still couldn't see his face. "You actually like my music?" He had a cool voice, it had a certain sound to it, that she just couldn't put her finger on. His question confused her, "why wouldn't I ?" The musician chuckled, then turned to face her, "what's your name?" She studied his features before answering. He had lazy looking ruby eyes, a small nose, tan skin, and jagged smirk finished his look. "Maka Albarn, and you?" She sat beside him on the piano bench. "Soul." She'd never met anyone with that name before, "Soul, I like it! What's your last name?" His body tightened, as he inhaled deeply. There was a long pause and Maka began to regret asking. "Evans, but don't ever call me that, I hate that last name," He pointed to his mouth, "so, since I have these, and my name is Soul, people just call me Soul Eater." Maka found it an odd name, but didn't say anything. "Alright, i'll just call you Soul." He smiled, "hn"
A bell echoed through the room, it was time to go to class. Maka sighed, "I still don't know where i'm supposed to go!" She pulled her schedule of her jacket pocket. Soul plucked the folded paper from her hand and looked it over. "All your classes are pretty close to mine, and we have lunch together, so I guess i'll show you around." Maka smiled, then followed up by giggling. "thanks so much! Come on, let's get going." They stood up and made their way down the halls.
Soul watched Maka from the corner of his eye. She had ash blond hair, tied into two low pigtails, with fringe framing her face. She stood about a foot shorter than him, give or take a few inches. She had pail smooth skin. She was extremely thin, and he tough it was cute. She looked up at him with large olive green eyes. She had a button nose and pink lips. She was wearing a pain white button up, with a black sweater-vest overtop, a plaid skirt covered her thighs, knee high socks and Mary-Janes finished her look. Normally Soul would never even look at a girl like her. She was nothing like him, she deserved better. But, he couldn't help but feel like he needed to talk to her, like he needed to be around her. He didn't know. He knew he couldn't get to close, but maybe just this once, he could try.
He felt the eyes on them as they walked, side-by-side, down the halls. "Here's your class, Maka." he pointed to a door on his left, "I'll meet you at the benches down there and show you your next class." He pointed to the seats down the hall. She smiled at him and walked into her class, giving him one last wave. Soul sighed, he was going to be late; his class was on the other side of the school.
Maka was escorted by Soul to every single class, and he was late for most of his. The two had hung out at lunch, where he introduced her too his friends. Kid, Black*Star, Patty, Tsubaki, and Liz. They all warmed up to her pretty fast. She told him that she had met a few other people she liked in class. They had walked out of school together a few minutes ago, and Soul was on his way home. He dreaded it, he always dreaded it. He was dragging his feet, staling as much as he could. He couldn't avoid it though, and eventually he was standing outside his 'home'. Soul sighed, then took a deep breath in. He prepared as much as he could, he knew it would never be enough. He twisted the handle, and pushed the door open as slow as he could. The scent of booze and cigarettes immediately attacked his senses. He stepped inside his hell, knowing very well what waited for him. Soul clenched his eyes shut, and waited. One voice sounded, "It's home." Soul's body began to shake, he knew what was coming. Another voice followed, "Finally! I've been waiting all day for this!" Soul gritted his teeth as the voices began to laugh and move closer, he was terrified.
Maka looked down at the burnt curry. How could she have burned it, she cooked all the time. She just got distracted, Maka had this overwhelming feeling, she didn't know what it was, but it was bad, and it had something to do with the jagged mouthed boy she met today. But what... A loud ringing filled the empty apartment, the burner was still on. Smoke was pouring from the pan. She panicked and the feeling was forgotten, at least for a little while.
It came back hours later, when she was drifting off to sleep.
