CHAPTER 1

They Meet

My dad works at a stupid prep school for the 'special minded'. Usually its just a bunch of nerds learning advanced stuff or in different clubs. I wouldn't know, its not like I go there or anything. Do I look like one of the 'special minded' to you? Didn't think so, blood red eyes, razor sharp teeth, snow white hair? Not what you would normaly run into every day. I look nothing like my parents or any ancestors for that matter. Just me. Nobody in my family has these characteristics. The only thing I inherited form my parents is my musical ability.

"Soul! Come on, your going to make me late!" Jason Evens shouted for down stairs.

"Keep your pants on Jason. I'll be ready when I'm ready." A white haired boy walked down the steps, bag slung over his shoulder. As he reached the bottom step his father put an arm around his son and started walking to the car.

"You don't have to come with me but-,"

"GREAT! Then I'll get out of the car then." Soul interrupted.

"NO, let me finish. But, I want you to come with me."

"Why?"

"Because, maybe you'll learn a thing or two about them. And no, their NOT just nerds." Soul crossed his arms and looked out the window.

As soon as he parked the car Soul took out his head phones and put his jacket on.

"Come on Soul. Stay close to me, don't want to lose you in the crowd of students. His father summoned.

"Its not like you wont beable to find me." He pointed to his teeth and hair.

"You have a point there. Just stay close, it's a big school." But Soul just rolled his eyes and followed.

Ok, so maybe my dad was right. The schools preaty im also the easiest to find too, thanks to my head of big fluffy hair…

When we walked into the classroom I was amazed at how big it was. I was thinking maybe my dad would teach a small class, but. WOW, was I wrong? There were rows and rows of seats like It could go on forever. As soon as the bell rang there wasn't mant students sitting down.

"Soul? Come over here please." My dad called from his desk, "Sit here while I teach."

"Dad, cant I just wait in the car or something?"

"Wait in the car for four hours? No, eathier sit here or up there by Maka."

"Who?" he pointed to a girl with ash blond hair and green eyes, "Ah, no thanks." Soul smirked at his father and took his seat.

"Good morning students. THIS, is my son Soul-,"

"I'm NOT a show-in-tell- object dad." He interrupted.

"I told him to come with me today to show him that he's not the only different one here. He could also, just maybe, gain some knowlage in this empty head of his." Soul turned light red, "heck, maybe even some friends too. So be nice and…" he looked at his watch, "I'll be right back. Stay in your steats."

As soon as his father closed the door the class started wispering to each other while Soul sat there with his head in his hand, staring at the desk.

He overheard some of the students talking about him and just scowled.

"I wonder if his hair is bleached?"

"I know. That's not good for your hair."

"ITS NOT BLEACHED!" Soul had enough and walked up the steps and sat down at the desk where his father pointed a while ago, to maybe get students to stop staring at him funny.

"Soul, right?" he looked up at the girl, "I'll take that as a yes then." She smiled, "Your dads a great teacher…," she trailed off as she noticed his glaring at the other kids.

"Something wrong?" she closed her book.

"Wha- oh yah. Hey, do you think my hairs weird?" he covered his head with is hood and put on his ear phones, waiting for his dad to come back.

As soon as Mr. Evans came back he taught the class on the history of Soul Residence, while Soul sat there blasting away his ear drums, feet on the desk. Maka stared at him for a moment realizing he was asleep… with music blasting his ears out.

Soul jumped out of his chair when the bell rang. He landed on his but on the floor. (A/N: I've only done that… once or twice.) Maka giggled, "How can you sleep with that music blasting your ears out?" she asked as he turned his Ipod off and in his pocket.

"You get board after a while, cooped up in a mansion all the time with no one to talk to. lets just say… practice." He walked down the steps with her as his father called he to his desk.

"Maka, your father apparently called again, and said he cant pick you up tonight. So you'll have to come home with me, again." (Family friends… don't ask where I got the idea from. But Soul and Maka don't know each other.)

"Wait, dad your saying she been in the house before?" he nodded, "How come I haven't seem her?"

"Well one, your always cooped up in your room doing god knows what, and second, you wouldn't be able to hear her with your music blasting you ears out." They walked out side to the car and went home with Maka… AGAIN!

As they got to the gates Soul got out of the car and ran inside the house screaming, "FREEEEEDDOOOMMM!" throwing his hands in the air in the process.

When Jason entered the house Soul was in the kitchen with a mouth full if chips and a soda in hand, while Maka just stood there and laughed her head off about something.

"I'm guessing I missed something funny," he looked at Soul, "Or… something disturbing from my son. Anyways what do you want to eat for dinner?" all of a sudden both teenagers said PIZZA! Jason stepped back to make sure his son was HIS son. Soul never wanted pizza. He never liked pizza. Apparently theres something he dosnt know about him, and maybe some things he didn't want to know about him either.

A/N i dont really know where this came from ok... I WAS BOARD! so deal with it. i think its good for a random thought in my CRAZY head.

-Soul Eater Death Scythe :P