Why do I have to get her things when she forgets it? I sigh as I jog up the steps. I have two hours until dinner at 8 so maybe I'll hit the arcade with Blackstar today... I walk through the halls, staring at the little paper map she gave me. Well. At least it's detailed. The only problem that I have with this little trip is that she left her notebook in her music class (which she really needs, she knows no good music).

I chuckle when I think of her face when she realized she forgot her notebook. She gasped and made this cute chocking sound in the back of her throat before going on about her homework that was due tomorrow. She looked at me with these adorable puppy eyes and asked me to get it for her and I just couldn't say no.

And no, I didn't blush. At all. Not even when she got this childish happiness that made her look so freaking sweet.

I freeze when I get to the music room door. What the hell kind of thoughts am I having... Cute... adorable... sweet? That was anything but Maka - the girl who likes to hit me for a living. The girl who fights side by side with me. The girl who looks fucking sexy when doing it to- Oh my fucking god.

I clear my throat even though no one's around.

No thoughts. Bad. Bad, bad thoughts. I tug at the collar of my jacket and ruffle my hair. Well that was interesting... I shake my head and grab the handle.

Okay. This is a place you hate. No looking up, stare at the floor Soul. Don't worry about it. You'll do just fine - the music room probably sucks anyways so -

Oh sweet jesus, I am wrong.

I stare agape at the guitars and violins and posters hanging on the walls. Some were motivational, some were signed band posters along with a guitar under it and... and the grand piano in the center was just Beautiful.

Fucking jesus christ, this room is so Amazing... I wanted to pluck all the guitars, hold the trumpets and trombones; It was just a flood of memories and happiness and God I love this room.

I moved from the doorway, walking slowly and carefully into the room in case the stray, carelessly left out instrument was there. I looked over the seats, trying to find her notebook. I saw it front and center, probably where the teacher stood. I chuckled and grabbed it off the chair. God she was such a little nerd.

I sighed and smiled softly to myself. I picked it up, scoffing at the pristine notebook, not a wrinkle out of place. My eyes trailed around the room. It looked magnificent, for sure. I clutched at the notebook tighter when I saw the piano in the corner. I glanced at the small circular stage in the front of the room and I grinned when I saw there was a ramp. I quickly walked over to the piano and I saw the wheels. I set the notebook on top of the piano and set my hands on the piano hesitantly.

... I'll just be 30 minutes. I'll tell Maka it was traffic or something... yeah.

I scoffed at my idiocy and continued to push the piano up the ramp. It wasn't a grand piano, but it wasn't a keyboard either. It stood up straight with a back and a sliding cover over the keys. I remember my brother owning something like this. I would always jokingly attempt to close on his fingers, and he'd wince and fake scold me before we both sat down to play songs with each other.

I sighed and sat down, unveiling the beautiful white ivories. I pressed the F key and smiled softly, it was in tune.

I played all the songs I knew. It started with the pieces that Wes taught me all those years ago - the Bach and the Mozart and the classical stuff. They were beautiful and came easily, flowing out of my finger tips. I chuckle as I change to more jaunty tunes. The jazz from Buble and Sinatra and Armstrong. Then I played songs that I remember the tune of. I couldn't play the correct two handed cords and difficult left hands since it's been so long since I tried to do anything by ear.

Then I started playing random tunes, humming along with my right hand and playing a soft tune with my left. I started... thinking of Maka and it just took a turn of its own.

I don't really remember how long I was there or what I was doing in the first place. I was just playing the piano, focusing on nothing more than the music...

And Maka of course.

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AN: ... :D Oh hello there. What is this?! Have I actually rewritten this?! WHY I HAVE. XD I plan on posting on Wednesdays, maybe Wednesdays and Sundays if I want to get out my chapters quickly. I hope you guys won't mind the shortness of the chapters - I really did try to work on it ;u;

Anyways, have a wonderful day my loves~ I hope you enjoyed chapter 1!