This is my first fic so I really am wondering what you guys think of it. I honestly don't know what to think of this. Well... enjoy!
Disclaimer: As much as I would like to, I do not own any of these characters or Soul Eater.
"Crap! I'm late!" Soul Evans rushed around the flat that he and his brother, Wes, shared. Humming to himself absently as he went, Soul quickly threw on his leather jacket, not realizing the weather, and tossed his shoulder bag over his head, running to the door.
Wes smiled and leaned against the doorway of the tiny kitchen. "Late? Late for what? School doesn't start for another hour but you are running around like a chicken with its head cut off." he cracked cheerfully.
Frowning, Soul grabbed the keys to his motorcycle.
Wes was a few years older than Soul and had just entered college. They both had hair that could be considered white, albino-pale skin, and blood red eyes. Their personalities were basically the same, but Wes seemed to smile more, and was more confident and open than Soul.
The brothers ran away from home just about three-four years ago. Wes was tired of their father's comments about his and Soul's choice in music, so he took his younger brother and ran off without another word. The principle of the school that Wes was going to go to, Death, was understanding enough to help the two in the payments of the flat, food, education, and so forth till Soul was old enough to help out.
The older of the two smiled and walked back into the kitchen. "Tell Black Star that I say he needs to come over sometime so we can get him away from that damn take-out."
Soul smiled, yelling over his shoulder, "Sure thing, Wes. Later!"
He walked down the stairs and out of the dorms and carefully made his way down the slippery steps in the front. Soul shivered, suddenly wishing that he wore something warmer, but he was in a rush and didn't feel like climbing the three flights of stairs again.
With a shrug, he swung a leg over the side of his bike after brushing some snow off the seat. He put the keys into the bike and twisted them, smirking as it roared awake and shook with new life under him. The teen ran pale fingers through his hair, taking off without a thought out of the parking lot and onto the icy road.
The winter air tickled and bit at Soul's skin, sending chills down his spine. He liked winter. The snow that covered the ground reminded him of his days as a kid when he stared out a window with his brother while watching in wonder as the flakes fell to the ground. The cold never bothered Soul, and the way ice made the trees look was somewhat fascinating.
The cafe pulled into view and Soul led the bike into the small parking lot. He cut the engine, feeling the machine shudder back into its slumber before he got off and shrugged his way into the warm building. A strong scent of coffee wafted through the air towards Soul. He took a deep breath and sighed happily.
Blair, the owner, smiled and yelled a question over the music. "Hey, Soul! The usual?"
Blair was a chesty, friendly girl of about twenty years. She had a pale complexion with gold eyes (obviously contacts) with long, mostly-straight hair that was dyed an odd shade of purple. The strands of hair that framed her face curled at the ends. She adored cats, and had about three of them, one of which was always running around her shop as she made lattes. Soul thought that she could be a bit vulgar at times, but could be a good friend...when she was actually paying attention.
Soul just nodded and looked around for his friends. He saw the bright blue hair of Black Star before making his way over, stuffing his hands inside his coat and sliding into a free chair at the table.
Patty was the first to notice, since he was sitting next to her, and smiled brightly. "Hi, Soul! Glad you could make it!"
Patricia Thompson, or "Patty" for short, was a bubbly, hyper teen that was a bit of an airhead. She had shoulder length blond hair and expressive blue eyes. Her emotions could change from good to worse in only a few seconds before being her cheery self again. Patty herself was just so bubbly, that she could probably make the grumpiest of all men smile. It was just something she did.
Oddly enough, she had a talent for cooking. No matter what Patty made, it always came out completely delicious, especially her cakes. She had some odd combinations, (orange and chocolate came to mind) but they fit so well, no matter what it was. Whenever Soul was asked to taste-test one of them, he never hesitated to say yes.
Next to Patty, was her sister Liz. She smirked slightly and teased, "Good to see yo. Almost thought you were skipping out on us."
Liz was short for Elizabeth. She was older than Patty, and was usually the mature one of the two-with the exception of a confrontation with ghosts. Liz and Patty were living on the streets before all of this, so she took up the whole "parent" position and took care of the two through stealing and pick-pocketing. Liz was now living in a flat with her sister that was funded by the school and worried more about make-up and her hair than about getting food on the table.
Liz had long, dirty blond hair that came down to her mid-back with two, thick strands of hair hung at either side of her face. She also had dark blue eyes and tan skin and was taller than her younger sister. She also seemed to be chasing the career of a make-up artist. Liz is a bit shallow, and had plenty of paranoia, but she has a level-head and wouldn't hesitate to stand up for her friends or beliefs. All in all, she was a pretty cool friend.
Soul chuckled and leaned back into the chair. "I wouldn't miss it if I tried. I just woke up late."
Liz smiled. "Studying math?"
Soul looked away and nodded.
The two sisters just laughed casually at Soul's struggle with math. Soul knew that they were just teasing, so it didn't bother him at all. He wasn't blind enough to not realize that it was something he wasn't good at.
Kid then came over with their coffee, nodding to Soul. "I see that you've decided to show up."
The white haired teen shrugged. "Slept late." He took his chocolate-mint coffee from the tray. He never knew why he liked it, only that it tasted like Christmas in a cup. A real Christmas. Not one where the child was wondering where his father was.
Anyway.
Kid's full name was Death the Kid. He was the principal's son, and was happy that his friends saw him as a normal person, and not some snobby rich kid. Kid was a milky pale boy with odd, natural, gold eyes and black hair that had three white stripes running along the left side of his head. Soul had no idea why that was, but according to Kid, he was born with them, and his father had them when he was his age. Therefore, Soul paid no mind to them, unlike Kid.
He had a not-so-slight OCD problem and was obsessed with symmetry. Kid always got depressed when someone mentioned his stripes, and relied on the Thompson sisters to cheer him up. If anything was out of order or asymmetrical he went berserk and found it completely and utterly disgusting. Soul found him as a good friend either way.
Soul didn't bother to react when Kid fixed the collar of his jacket before sitting across from him. Black Star scooted over to create more room for him and leaned against the table with a grin.
"So Soul, I heard that we are getting three new kids today."
Soul stared at the coffee in the cup with a bored expression. "Oh really?"
"Yes, and I was planning on checking them out and seeing if they're good dancers."
Soul looked up and shook his head at his friend with a small smile. "Sounds fun. Want me to tag along?"
Black Star threw his hands in the air. "Duh! Why else would I be bringing it up if I didn't want you to come? You are my best friend, Soul, you should know these kinds of things right away, especially when they come from someone as awesome as me."
Black Star. Now there was a character. Black Star was an arrogant, loud, immature, cocky, break-dancer with a self-absorbed attitude. He always talked about how awesome he was and seemed to have his mind completely revolved around himself, and his dyed, blue hair and green eyes only added to how much he stood out. (Soul didn't have any room to talk. His had was white for gosh sakes.)
Or, at least, that was how most people viewed him.
The real Black Star was a loyal, headstrong, tough friend who always had Soul's back. Sure, he was loud and arrogant, as viewed, but Soul didn't care about that. Black Star would be there for him through thick and thin and understood people more than he let on.
Soul just smirked and sipped his coffee. The caffeinated liquid warmed Soul from head to toe, but did nothing for his sleep-fogged mind.
Sitting next to Black Star was Tsubaki. She was a tall, attractive girl of Japanese descent. Her hair was long and black (she always had it pulled back into a high pony-tail) and she had an hour-glass figure with pale skin. She was very calm and quiet, but had a sort of motherly nature and cared for her friends. She forgave and understood people very easily and had almost to no temper at all. She was an amazing dancer and cook. Soul loved her food and secretly liked how understanding she could be.
Tsubaki frowned slightly at them and pointed out, "Black Star, what if they don't dance?"
The blue-haired boy, who was laughing to himself at how amazing his plan was, froze and looked down at the table. "Good point." He recovered quickly by grinning at her and yelled, "Well then I will just grace them with my amazing presence!"
Tsubaki smiled warily back at him. "Sure... Whatever you say."
Soul chuckled mentally. Even the most understanding of all people needed a break from Black Star sometimes.
The friends just sat there, talking and laughing before getting up to head to the school.
Death City's Art Academy.
Both a high school and a college melded into one, it was a place for the best of the best. The school was made for people of the arts with its many genres of music, dancing, acting, cooking, singing, paining, sculpting, etc, etc.
It was run by a friendly, joyful principal who ran by the name Death. Why go by Death when surrounded by high schoolers and college students? No idea. Who names their kid Death the Kid? Apparently him.
He was a tall, pale man with black hair and stripes that ran completely around his head, unlike Kid's, whose stripes stopped halfway. Death had a calming, and friendly smile and the same gold eyes as his son. He was often seen in a black on black suit with a skull pin attached to the tie. He seemed like a nice guy. He did help many of the students when in need, such as himself and Wes.
Oddly enough, the cafe was right across the school, so the students didn't have to walk far to get to it.
Soul waved goodbye to his friends and weaved his way through the crowds to his first class; song writing. Soul knew exactly what he wanted to do, so he got specific classes. Since he chose music, they decided to throw a song writing class into his schedule. He shared the class with his brother for some odd reason, so he didn't care.
Wes spotted him the moment that he walked into the room and smiled. Soul just nodded and sat next to his brother, pulling out the needed notebook and turning to a clean page.
"Apparently we finally got that new vice principal."
Soul grunted to show he was paying attention as he doodled lightly on the side of the page.
"His kid and two of Ms. Medusa's kids are apparently the new students, so this lunch period will be cut in half due to the assembly."
Soul looked up at his brother and leaned his head against his palm. "So, the three new students that Black Star was going off about this morning are related to the staff?"
Wes nodded and looked Soul in the eye. "Yeah. In fact-"
He never got to finish, due to the fact that the teacher, Sid, walked in with a girl in tow.
"Alright class! We have a new student today. This is Maka Albarn. Maka, why don't you go sit by Soul." He pointed at the boy and turned to the board, writing something swiftly on it.
The girl, Maka, was a very petite, and was as skinny as a twig. She had ash blond hair that was pulled back into pigtails and olive green eyes. She seemed like a little school girl with her plaid skirt and white blouse, but she added black boots and a black jacket to the look. A school bag, packed with books, was slung over her shoulder, while a few pencils and a notebook were in her hands.
Soul's first impression: She was a bookworm.
Paying no attention to her, Soul took notes of the lesson. He noticed that she copied down every single thing that Sid said, even if it was just a lame joke. Damn. Soul thought, she takes this stuff seriously.
Just then, the school bell rang. Maka quickly gathered up her things, putting them in either a neat pile to carry, or in her bag, before standing up to leave. A stray pencil rolled off the desk, and Soul caught it before it hit the floor.
"Hey!" He called.
Maka turned around, confusion written all over her face. "Yes?"
Soul looked at the pencil before handing it to her. "You dropped this."
Maka took the pencil and nodded gratefully. "T-thanks... um..."
"Soul. Soul Evans."
"Oh! Right. Thanks, Soul. I guess..."
Soul just shrugged and looked to the door when he heard his name being called. Black Star stood in the door with Patty close by. That only meant that they had math next. Insert mental groan.
Sighing, Soul walked towards them. He waved to Maka from over his shoulder, sending her a grin as he went. "See ya'."
Maka just nodded dumbly and stared. "Y-yeah. Bye..."
Woot! It's done! Hope you liked it!
I think I did pretty well for my first story. I'm going to try to post a new chapter every Friday, but I am not making any promises. If I forget, I'm often on Fanfiction so you can PM me and yell at me.
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