A/N: Hey, this is AmbiguouSanity =] This is really my first posted fanfiction so please, if there's anything you see as being wrong please tell me!
Disclaimer: All characters, places, and brand names mentioned belong to their respective orders and not to me unless specifically mentioned.

Chapter One: Haven't Met You Yet

It was the first day back to DWMA after the winter break and Soul "Eater" Evans was still recovering from his horrible Christmas. After escaping a kiss from his meister Maka under the mistletoe, things had been rocky between them. Soul obviously handled it poorly, (how else would a cool guy like him not be able to persuade a girl to forgive him?) and now the normally cool saunter to school transformed into a gut retching dodge of ice-cold glowers. Nevertheless, Soul kept up his persona and ducked into the opposite direction he and Maka usually went through, almost immediately after entering the expansive school.

Soul glanced back. A cool guy wouldn't let himself be followed; also, he needed as much time to think as he could muster. Clear thinking appeared scarce with a heart-broken meister across the hall. Why couldn't Maka see that he hadn't found the one yet? He went through girls like candy for the past year and a half, and still hadn't found one that suited his fancy for over a week. Soul sighed and threw his arms behind his head as he looked at the ceiling. Strangely enough, he wasn't very frustrated about the situation; in fact, he was more determined than ever. With Maka keeping a cold distance from him, he could finally get back on track with his speed dating. Oh! He almost forgot that he and Black Star were going to discover who was covering all of the difficult missions today too. Life was going to get better. A cool guy should always go with the flow.

As Soul closed his eyes, he began to hum a song he heard about a dude in a similar position. His feet moved with the beat but suddenly someone crashed into him, who was presumably running in the opposite direction. "Hey, watch where you're going!" Soul shouted as he grimaced at the pain shooting up his lower back. The weight of the person lurched off of him.

"Sorry about that, but I'm horribly late. Would you mind directing me to Mr. Barett's classroom um…?"

Soul looked up to see a black-clad kid holding out his hand. Hands locked and Soul accepted his newly discovered peer's assistance in getting up. "Soul, and yeah, I'm supposed to be there myself," Soul replied, now on his feet. "I must've lost track of time. What's your name, anyways?"

"Death the Kid," Kid answered. They let their grasp drop.

"Mm… Can I call you Kid?" the silver haired boy tested.

"Yeah, that's what everyone calls me anyways." Cool response. He had earned Soul's respect.

"C'mon, class is this way," Soul spoke; gesturing in the opposite direction he was originally going in, he twirled and walked to the classroom. "So are you new in town? I don't think I've seen you around before."

"No, I just wasn't allowed to enroll until I found a weapon – father's orders." Kid seemed to be scrutinizing the halls as he spoke.

"If you're looking for a flaw, don't bother. This place 100% symmetrical, according to my meister."

The orange-eyed boy smiled at him unexpectedly, as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders.

"So, you're a weapon?" Kid inquired.

"Yeah, a scythe," Soul sighed. He was asked that question way too often. He stopped in front of Mr. Barett's class. "This is it, I'll talk to you after class? I could give you a tour." Cool guys offer to do stuff like that.

"Alright," the skull-bearing boy replied.

Soul creaked open the door, attempting to be quiet. He failed. He got grabbed by the scruff of the neck and was launched into his seat beside Maka. "Tardy again? Be on time!" Barett shouted at him. "Ah, and you must be Death the Kid. I was alerted to excuse your unpunctuality."

"Thank you, I'll attempt to limit my lates," Kid bowed. He then took a seat beside two blondes.

"Now then, back to where we were…" Mr. Barett continued the lesson.

The whole class ignored the fizzling smoke coming out of Soul's bruised face.