Authors Note: Welcome to my fanfic! This is an AU story of the anime Soul Eater as you know. Due to this the characters are put into a different enviornment and so it's possible that they might be out of character. Regardless I ask that you enjoy this story and do your part and comment so that I can do my part and update. Read and I hope you enjoy. Please excuse possible errors, randomness, ect. :)

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Soul Eater...You don't have to rub it in!

Summary:The bad boy,the bookworm,the conceited nuisance,the social butterfly,the Thompson duo, and the symmetry obsessed freak. Just when you think you have a grip on life, it breaks. You can always get what you want in life, but we try anyway. SxM

She Loved the Morning Sun

.:SOUL:.

Soul squinted his eyes due to the bright light of the sun, and quickly shielded it away with his covers. He hated the sun of course, early in the morning anyway. He couldn't understand how people actually enjoyed such mornings, waking up so bright and early each day with a smile. The thought of it really irritated him. And opening his window to see the sun mechanically laughing didn't help either. It was almost as if the laugh was directed at him.

He responded with a glare.

"Oi, Soul!"

Soul went to his window and looked down only to find his idiot friend Black Star who wore that conceited grin as he always did. He turned away poking his head back into his bedroom ignoring his rather loud friend who only repeated his call louder.

"Dude, what do you want?" He said rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, still tired.

"I just stopped by to let you know that I, the great Black Star would like you to accompany me to school this morning!!!"

"Oh really. Does it have to be today?"

"C'mon! You saying that you can't do something from your great pal here," he said gesturing his thumb to himself."

"Why?"

It was then that Black Star got quiet. A rare moment indeed if he wasn't in battles. He began to rub the back of his head sheepishly, and chucked at a low tone. This made Soul raise a brow.

"I want you to meet someone as all!"

Confused, he looked over to his night stand. There stood an alarm clock that looked completely out of shape. Oh yeah. He remembered coming back so late last night from riding around the city with his gang. If only he hadn't been so tired, he would have remembered to set his clock. That would also explain why it was still on his night stand and not on the floor possibly in pieces. It now read 7:14…Wait! What?

It was that early yet, Black Star had been already for school. It was more normal for him to sleep in and suddenly dash with full speed to school, realizing the time. In fact now that he thought about it, he recalled Black Star arriving to school earlier than him lately. What was up? This wasn't like him. It had all been too suspicious.

Soulsighed and coolly ran is fingers though his snow white hair. Whatever it was he'd find out sooner or later. "Alright, give me a few minutes. I'll be right down." The wide grin returned on to his loud companion's face, and once again had Black Star began shouting like the fool everyone knew. Soul wondered how he'd put up with it over the years.

The white haired teen turned away from the window and grabbed some clothes to go change into. He pulled on an orange sweatshirt, jeans, and his black jacket. He also remembered his headband in which he carefully slid through his hair. Having his appearance situated, Soul took the time to throw his bag over his shoulder and quickly ate a bagel before heading out. Soul opened the door of his apartment and walked down the stairs to the lobby missing a wave from Sophie, the landlord. He then exited though the main door out and found his turquoise haired friend stretching his muscled body. Probably in an attempted to show off to anybody who was actually willing to pay any attention as well as get in his morning exercise.

"Let's go."

"Right!"

It brought him the upmost satisfaction knowing that he was on his own without others there to decide and ruin his life, save for a few exceptions. Despite his parents working constantly, leaving him to rarely see them, they seemed to make an effort on having him watched and sheltered. He had no real freedom or moments that could ever be considered pleasant. Being overtaken by melancholy, Soul decided to pour all his grief and misery into his music. But even that didn't reach his parents expectations, nor did it bring him any good fortune. He eventually stopped much to his brother's disappointment. He had long before decided to face the fact that he would never be like his brother and have his parent's interest. It seemed he could never compare to him. But then if he wasn't going to fulfill his parent's wishes, what would he do instead?

He thanked his grandmother and brother for supporting him living a normal teen life, however he made a promise that he'd come back when he was eighteen and out of school. Still, it didn't take a genius to tell that he had no intention what-so-ever to actually do so. He didn't know what he'd do when that time came, but he'd certainly hadn't cared. He still had two fuckin' years to go be for that!

"Hey Black Star, did you already eat breakfast? I'm still pretty hungry."

"Oh no sweat, we're going to that new café that opened up a few weeks ago. I've been there a few times, there breakfast menu is great! I swear I would have bought everything, but I ran out of money and they wouldn't give free food to someone as great as me! Can you believe that?"

Soul didn't bother responding. I was a wonder to him as to how the guy's ego got big enough for him to think he could exceed the law. Anyhow, Soul was relived knowing that he remembered to bring his wallet, but he then began to wonder if this new café' had been the reason Black Star wasn't behaving like normal. Who was the person he'd wanted him to meet? Had they worked there?

.:MAKA:.

Maka Albarn woke up bright and early with a smile. She loved the morning sun shining brightly every morning. Pulling away the curtains and opening the window to see the sun chuckling with all its glory, made her wonder how anyone could actually wake up shielding their eyes from its waves that glistened beautifully, almost as if by opened the window and let the wind flow though her long blonde hair for a bit before turning away from the window. After having done this, the blonde made her way to the kitchen, while whistling a tune where she made herself an omelet and pancakes.

Her father had been a top detective and had been famously known around the city for his work. It was because of him and a few security enforcements the crime in the city had gone down. Maka figured he was off busy working last night and had probably still been in his office tired from work. She didn't care too much and saw this as a perfect opportunity to enjoy eating her breakfast alone in quiet. After all she could only take so much Papa. She hadn't really been comfortable around him ever since the divorce of her parents. She really missed her mom and she had blamed her dad for cheating on her. It was always a wonder as to how he could solve so many cases with him constantly being distracted with women. The thought made her sick.

Maka cleaned her plate and went up to her room to get dressed. She pulled on her usual white blouse along with a yellow sweater vest to fit over it and plaid skirt. When she was done getting ready she grabbed be backpack and headed out the door, sauntering onto the streets.

She recalled Tsubaki calling last night to ask her to meet her at Mayonaka Café. The two had both been there together usually after school to have a drink, eat, or in Maka's case pick out a book. The place doubled as a book store/café, each side separated. This really had Maka's interests. It had been a nice place to hang out. They even sold music and every Thursday had been a Poetry night! The more she thought about it the more the smile on her face widened. However it wasn't really the café that made her smile, it was the book she would buy there. One by her favorite author too.

"Maka-chan?"

It was Tsubaki.

Maka stopped dead in her tracks realizing she had walked a few feet past the store. She felt her cheeks growing warm and heavy. It was quite an embarrassing moment having been so deep into her thoughts to notice her mistake. She walked few steps up to Tsubaki.

"Shall we go in," she said in her usual polite tone.

Maka nodded.

She had always noticed how pleasant Tsubaki had been no matter where she was. Always had she been nice and courteous. It wasn't much of a surprise for her to have been very popular around school. A social butterfly she was. She sat down gracefully at a table close to the cashiers while Maka followed and pulled out a chair. Her attention had been taken from the costumers that kept coming and going as the employee tried hard to sustain the morning rush, but then her eyes fell once again on her companion as she noticed her attire. "Hey Tsubaki, I noticed the clothes you're wearing…and uh…are you trying to look extra nice today, or something?"

This time Tsubaki was the one to turn a light shade of pink. Evidently she had worn clothes a tad nicer than usual. Her friend wore a midnight-green tank that shimmered with sparkles. There were ruffles on the neck-line and straps. The plain dark jeans were normal, but the earrings and bracelet that matched her top seemed a tad much. Her whole outfit was enough to make you think she was going out during the day.

"Oh. Well I…hadn't really noticed." It seemed to Maka that she really she hadn't.

"I see. Well is there a special reason why you invited me here? You said you wanted me to meet someone—"

"Yahoo! The great Black Star has arrived! I know you all missed me from when I made my last appearance, I mean how anyone could possibly not miss someone as wonderful and great as I, Black Star, the one who will one day even surpass God and even one day become mayor of this city and spread my gratefulness to all you citizens who clearly can't compare to someone like m-"

Like the usual Black Star, he couldn't stop boasting enough to pay any attention to the hot cookie sheet that flew at him with such remarkable speed!

"Shit that's hot!!! Ouch!"

"No speeches. No life stories! I swear you do this every time you come in," Said an obviously annoyed employee.

"Yeah!" Agreed random people in the café.

"I'll report you to the manager!" Black Star yelled.

"I'm reporting you right now," the employee snapped back heading to the phone.

"Black Star!" shouted a troubled Tsubaki, who then quickly fled over to the throbbing teen. She hoped his red face wasn't badly scorched.

"Oh Tsubaki, it's nice to see ya! Let me introduce you to my almost as amazing as me, friend Soul!"

"Hold on a second Black Star!" Tsubaki immediately rushed over to the worker who dialed quickly.

Maka had been was at loss of words. Had this been the person Tsubaki had wanted her to meet? Talk about a terrible first impression. She turned her attention to the boy who stood quietly next to Black Star with a look of embarrassment. He looked up and stared back at her with an emotionless face. She noticed he was noticeably handsome, but still carried an odd appearance of snow white hair and blood red eyes. His eye contact stayed on hers much to Maka's confusion. Was there something wrong? She'd admit he appeared a tad interesting. She found it hard for her to remove her gaze. He finally stepped up to her opening his mouth to speak but was stopped as a very apologetic Tsubaki cut in.

"I'm terribly sorry."

"Don't sweat it. It's not your fault."

"Well anyway, my name isTsubaki."

"Soul Eater, but call me Soul"

"I see. Nice to meet you Soul-kun."

Soul nodded. He gave Black Star a quick thumbs up after the polite girl turned away. Black Star replied by mouthing what Maka thought meant, "I told you!"It seemed surprising that her friend actually associated with someone who seemed to be the exact opposite of her modest ways. Perhaps there was more to Tsubaki than she knew.

"Maka-Chan," Maka looked up to see no other than Tsubaki's smiling face. This made Maka smile. "This is Black Star and I met him not too long ago. I'm sure he appears as a rather odd fellow, but after some time we became friends. Please don't judge him from what you've just witnessed. I can tell that he's a good person and I believe he means well. I hope you too find the same in him."

"Well said, Tsubaki! I know I can always count on you recognize and appreciate my greatness!"

There certainly was more to Tsubaki than Maka had known.

"And you are?" Soul spoke referring to her.

"My name's Maka. Nice to meet you."

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It wasn't long until she fled over to the many shelves of books. Taken in by the newly added books and selections, she felt overwhelmed. On hers toes, she scanned through sections and labels spinning in constant circles. She felt like a fly bussing around a trash can. If only she had more time. She'd paid little attention to her friend and the idiot who sat at a table chatting away. She looked over the rest of café. A second ago Soul had been there having a coffee and a croissant by himself in piece. Where'd he go? She searched around quick once more only to find herself startled at the fact he had behind her pulling out a book. A book from a very popular assortment in fact. He picked it up and flipped through a few pages. Maka found it hard to stand there watching. It was an excellent book. She knew it was. Before she could speak up, he'd shut the book muttering what might as well been curses. "How can anyone find so much joy in reading this crap?"

This guy…She walked up to him just he attempt to walk away and lightly tapped the top of his head with a random book. He stopped turning around to find an irritated expression which formed a look of confusion on his own face. "What?" he said.

"That was a very good book you had just now. I really don't think you should just quick assumptions of books without actually reading them and I'm also not too fond of your comment." Maka tried to keep her cool and sound calm.

"Who cares it's just a book. If it makes you feel any better I apologize, okay! I'll be up stairs if anyone's looking for me alright."

"Fine…" Maka pursed he lips feeling a bit frustrated as she watched the boy coolly walked off. Eventually she resumed her browsing and tried her best to forget is little comment. It wasn't long before then and like before she was carried away into her word of hard covers and paperbacks.

A/N: So what do you think so far? Oh, here's an idea. Comment! It can be short too!