Hello! Welcome to my first Soma fic!

Its gonna be a few chapters long and its an AU based off the prompt thats along the lines of "I found your number in the pages of a book and decided to contact you". I'm quite proud of this since its only the second multi-chapter fic I've finished.

Thanks to my sister (whose username I'll add when she finally posts her Soul Eater story) for being my beta (or more along the lines of "tell me that this story isn't shit).

Enjoy!

He walked towards her and she noticed something almost otherworldly about him, like he was not what he seemed to be.

"You aren't actually 20 are you?" she asked.

"No. I'm much older. I've been looking for you for a very long time."

"I feel like I know you from... like you're from my past in another life."

The sound of a book slamming shut filled the area.

"UGH." Maka Albarn groaned as she placed the book back on the shelf. "It's the same thing in every young adult novel now. Paranormal and supernatural beings falling in love with regular old teenage girls."

The girl walked back past the bookshelves towards the front of the library, looking defeated. She had gotten bored of the typical young adult stories and had already read almost all of the ones that were different or worth reading. Looking up and down the shelves for something new, she noticed a book with no title written on the spine. This was typical of some areas of the library but this section was usually filled with colourful novels to attract the young fickle readers to them. She picked the book off the shelf and noticed the front and back didn't have anything written on them either. She opened it up and was surprised to see that it was handwritten. She flipped through the whole novel and found no scratch marks to indicate mistakes.

She read the title and was surprised to see the name of a book she recognized, but had never read. The Piano Tuner had come out ten years prior but this book looked to be older. She assumed someone had simply taken the time to handwrite the whole novel. Whoever had done this must have had a lot of time on their hands and a serious hand cramp.

Taking this book and the other she had found, she headed to check them out. She started towards the self-checkout, then realized there was no barcode anywhere on The Piano Tuner. She looked around and saw that there were no librarians in the front area and decided to do something she would have never done in a million years. She quickly checked out the other book and just left.

When she got home she opened the book and started to read. The handwriting was perfect; legible and pleasing to the eye. She noticed things like how their q's wrapped around like they were eighth notes and some letter connected to others like cursive. The letters were all practically the same and they were all the perfect, same height. She thought about how it would make an excellent computer font. The story itself was interesting enough but she just wanted to know who had written it. As if some higher power was listening, she turned the page and written in different handwriting was a series of numbers.

It looks like a phone number, Maka thought. She pulled out her cell phone and thought about calling, but decided to play it safe and texted it instead.

Maka: Hi there

A few minutes later she got a response.

Unknown: Hi? Who is this?

Maka: I found this number in a book and was curious.

Unknown: You did? What book?

Maka: Well the book is the Piano Tuner but it's a handwritten copy

Unknown: You found that old thing? Hm. I didn't think anyone would have picked it up. It was put in with books that look almost identical

Maka: I found it in the teen section

Unknown: Oh so you're a teenage girl then?

Maka: What makes you say that? I could very well be a teen boy or an old lady or something.

Unknown: Only a teen girl would actually contact this number from a book

Maka: I'm curious, what can I say? Are you the one who wrote this book out by hand?

Unknown: Oh god no. That was my brother. Not sure what compelled him to do that but he gave it to me for my birthday

Maka: So why was it at the library?

Unknown: Because my entire family is crazy?

Maka: Do you not like them?

Unknown: Why do you care? I don't even know you or your name.

Maka: I told you, I'm curious. My name is Maka.

Unknown: More like nosy, Maka. But fine. My name is Soul, and no, I'm not particularly fond of my family.

Maka: That's a pretty interesting name. But I guess I can understand that. I'm not particularly fond of my father.

Soul: Daddy issues? ;)

Maka: Haha, hilarious. Not quite, I just don't like his womanizing ways. It's why my mum left.

Soul: That's rough. My brother is just kind of a jerk and my parents are controlling snobs.

Maka: Pretty shitty. How old are you?

Soul: 19. Old enough to be far away from my parents lol. You?

Maka: 18. Old enough to not be home when dad brings random women home.

Soul: True enough. So what made you pick up that book? Aside from your apparent curiosity.

Maka: I like teen novels but lately they've bored me and I've always like older book as well. It just looked so out of place I just had to pick it up.

Soul: And you just had to text this number? What would you have done if I hadn't responded.

Maka: I would have assumed it was a landline and probably called. I really needed to know who took the time to suffer through hand cramps and write it.

Soul: You just need to know everything don't you?

Maka: How can you say that after only having talked to me for 15 minutes?

Soul: Call it intuition

Maka: Men's intuition has never been perfect.

Soul: Bitter man hating feminist are we?

Maka: Not at all! I dislike womanizers and I'm a traditional feminist. Simple equality and all that jazz.

Soul: Well then I guess I should count myself lucky I'm not a womanizer. Girls with daddy issues can be scary ;)

Maka: How's that "pretending to be cool by teasing me" thing working out for you?

Soul: Hey, I don't have to pretend. I am cool.

Maka: Is that what you practice saying in the mirror?

Soul: I don't know if I like you tone.

Maka: We're texting, how can you tell what my tone is?

Maka grinned. She enjoyed winning arguments and from the way this was going, she was. Suddenly her phone rang. Without bothering to check her caller ID since it was always Tsubaki or her father, she answered, "Hello?"

A deep voice met her hears. "Now I can tell what your tone is just fine."

"Soul?" she asked. His voice was nothing like she thought it would be, even thought they had only been speaking for twenty minutes. She had to admit it thought - his voice was sexy.

"Yep," he replied. I figured this was you couldn't tell me your tone wasn't snarky."

"You sound different that I pictured. Your voice is much deeper."

"You sound less annoying than I thought as well."

Maka scowled even though Soul couldn't see. "Rude."

"Hey, it's a compliment. I did say less annoying didn't I?"

"It's the part where you thought I was annoying that was rude."

Soul chuckled and Maka decided she liked his laugh. She could deal with his snarky comments for now. "Well honestly I don't know you well enough to call you annoying and mean it."

"Well thanks. I guess."

"So Maka, how did you enjoy the book?"

Maka looked down at the book that was in her lap open to the page with Soul's number. It was a little less than halfway through the book.

"It's alright I'm not very far. Honestly I don't think under normal circumstances I would have picked it up.

"Oh good, I thought I was the only one I knew who didn't think it was a masterpiece."

Maka laughed. "I've read masterpieces and this doesn't quite meet the cut. Although I'm surprised you've actually read it."

"Me reading it is the reason my stupid brother decided to give me that for my birthday. He saw me reading it and I guess I looked really engrossed in it cause he assumed I loved it."

"Well you have to admit, the handwriting is beautiful. his eighth note q's are so cool!"

Soul sighed, "that's so like him. Everything is about music. He fucking sleeps with that violin of his."

"Is he any good?"

Soul actually laughed out loud at that comment. When he calmed down he said, "he's a fucking prodigy. Ever heard of Wes Evans?"

Maka gasped. Wes was the biggest violin star of the time. "Wes Evans is your brother?"

"Yes. And no I will not get you his autograph."

"You're forgetting I have a whole book he wrote in my hands." Maka said, flipping through it. She stopped on the last page where she noticed he had written:

Soul,

It makes sense you like this book, the piano was always your best instrument. I miss you playing it for me.

Happy Birthday,

Wes

It's kinda short and cliffhanger-y but I really want to get this out there because maybe it will motivate me to actually type up the rest of the story.