Hi there! Brand new fan fic for Soul Eater. Unlike my Kuroshitsuji story, this one is much more about the relationship between the OC and normal character. It is totally a love story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater. If I did, I would be rich and Japanese and be able to do this in the manga
Chapter One: Introductions Are Made
"Maka, I already said I wasn't interested in meeting new people. All the people I know and need in life are in this house," I told my sister. Name's Myra, by the way. Maka is trying to get me to meet new people, but I am perfectly fine with the amount of people I already know. There's Soul "Eater" Evans who is a weapon (maka's weapon to be exact), there's also the horny cat who lives with us named Blair, and finally my amazingly awesome weapon, Donna. Soul and Donna have been together for a year, which is cool, except for the noises I hear at night sometimes. Oh well. However, my sister insists on me making nice with other people. Most people annoy me, which is why I'd like to know as little as possible.
"Yes you are. You'd really like them," she said, but I don't buy it.
"But you know I don't like people. I can barely tolerate you guys," I retort, but end up giving in eventually just so she would stop talking. Damn that girl has a motor-mouth. Looks like I'll be forced to make new friends. And according to my social butterfly of a sister, I need to wear real clothes. I say, let me go in sweats. If they can't accept me like that, then obviously a friendship won't work.
I let out a sigh and go into my room to change. My (new) outfit of choice is a black tank-top and dark purple skinny jeans. Comfortable enough for me and just good enough for Maka so she doesn't nag me.
"Well, that's better, I guess," she says. I just roll my eyes and put my red hair up in a pony-tail.
"The faster we get there, the faster I can go back to doing nothing. Let's go," I tell them. I can hear Soul whispering something to Donna, but can't make it out. Whatever it was, it definitely made Donna giggle. My God they are sickeningly cute.
Not wanting to talk, I put my ear buds in and blast my music. Shuffling the playlist, one of my favorite songs starts off. "Bombs Away" by the Carnivores. And before you go making assumptions, no I am not emo, or goth, or whatever you want to call it. I am sadistic and anti-social though. I count the amount of songs it takes to get to Deathbucks Café. Four and a half, but I keep the ear buds in even when we walk in. I was only going to be social for as long as I had to, then leave. Maka hit my arm and took out one of my ear buds.
"Do that again and see how long you live," I say really ticked off. No one messes with my music.
"Well it's time to be social so suck it up!" Maka retorts. I sigh and look at the group as I remove my other ear bud and sling them around my neck. It's an odd bunch. There are two girls who look like sisters and are dressed almost identically standing on either side of a boy with black hair having three white stripes on one side and a cowlick on the other. His hair might not be, but his outfit is very symmetrical. Then there's this blue haired kid with a star tattoo on his shoulder. The girl near him has a cheery smile, long black hair held in a high ponytail and a star on one of her breasts. It's not a tattoo, just stitched on her clothes. Each person identified themselves. The black haired boy said he was Death The Kid and the girls next to him were Patty and Liz Thompson. So, Lord Death's son is among my sister's group of friends. Interesting. Then the ever so conceded blue haired kid jumped on a table and yelled out that he was known as Black * Star and that he was going to surpass God, yadda yadda yadda. I give my sister a look that says: Please let me punch him. But she doesn't really respond. Tsubaki is the tall black haired girl and she seems really nice.
The next thing I do really pissed off and embarrassed Maka. I burped. Well I did have a soda before coming here. "Yo," I say. "I'm Myra and I like hunting Kishins and being alone in my spare time." The looks on their faces were priceless, oh my Lord Death. "Oh and excuse me for that ever so obnoxious noise that came out of me," I add noting my sister's expression. If looks could kill. She also face palmed. Oh how I do enjoy messing with my sister. She's kinda bossy and that's just what makes her, her.
"Alright, now we can order lunch," Maka says.
"Uhm, I did not agree to anymore than meeting them," I tell her.
"We're getting pizza like we always do. I know you like pizza," Donna adds. Thank you captain obvious. I end up sitting down at the table and put my ear buds back in pressing play as everyone else took a seat. Leaning back in my chair and closing my eyes, I secretly turn off the music and listen to what everyone is saying.
"…and she's obsessed with them too. It's almost as bad as your OCD, Kid," I hear Maka say.
"Well if things were more perfect, I might not have the urge to fix everything," Kid replies. OCD? With that hair? I think, and knowing my sister like I do, I could almost hear her eye roll. The next voice I hear is Liz's.
"At least it isn't drugs. Or a bad band. I think I've heard one of their songs. It was pretty good," she told Maka.
"That is true, Maka. It's not that crap Ox listens to," Soul says. How sweet Soul and people I just met are defending my taste in music.
I feel someone looking at me and just barely open one of my eyes. I'm a little startled to see Patty sitting next to me and that she's looking at me, knowingly. She probably figured out that there is no music going through my ear-buds into my ears. However, she wasn't saying anything and looked away after I gave her thumbs up under the table. I close my eye and not a full minute later, the pizza comes out. Donna nudged me and I took out my ear buds while opening my eyes. A large pizza was in front of us. Maybe extra large. Either way, it was going in my belly.