Which way is Stein's classroom? by Death I'll be searching all day, bloody confusing maps.
Maka turned the map over, held it sideways, and then turned it back the way she had it originally. She stopped walking and felt someone bump into her.
"Hey man watch it!" she spouted angrily turning on her heel to see the rude crapbag that bumped into her.
The first thing she noticed were his hands. Tucked away in his pockets like he had something to hide. The guy obviously wasn't watching where he was going, how could he with his head down like that? Then she noticed the hair. Now it's unlike Maka to gush over anything that wasn't inside one of her books, but she just couldn't look away. It was beautiful, silvery locks that shone in the dimly lit hallway. She saw him start to raise his head to look at her and she knew she had to stop staring at his weirdly fascinating hair, so she jumped into sarcasm mode.
"Whoa, sorry Gramps, didn't realize they let old geezers like yourself into this academy." She smirked.
What in the hell was a guy her age doing with silver hair? Granted, silver gorgeous hair, but was it a fashion statement, natural...? Hell if she knew.
His eyes reached hers and her brain turned to mush. It takes a lot to make Maka Albarn speechless, but never in her life had she seen someone so perfect. That tiny little voice in her head kept telling her to get herself together and stop acting like some stupid main character who sees this perfect guy and suddenly her life changes. She is not some lovestruck teenage girl, she won't allow herself to be, not again. Never again.
But those eyes. Those soulful pools of ruby surrounded by thick silver lashes, they just took her breath away. She knew she should be focusing on the fact that his freaking eyes were blood red, but how could she focus on anything but how sad they seemed? Her heart pinged, she wanted to know more about this boy. Reach out to him and help him. After all, she specialized in repairing broken souls.
Which is exactly why she should leave. Right now. Walk the other way, turn around and pretend they never met.
"Excuse me Gramps I gotta get going, so if you'll excuse me..." Maka moved to go around him but he side stepped, stopping her.
"Don't call me Gramps. It's not cool." He flashed her a smile. Wicked sharp teeth gleamed and once again she was left brain dead.
"Fine, what do I call you then?" She knew she was blushing and she cursed every god she could think of for giving her such an expressive face.
"I mean, most call me Soul, so does that sound alright?" He smirked.
"okay then Soul, nice meeting you, watch where you're going next time and goodbye." She moved to pass him, only to be blocked again.
"You know, for a bookworm, you're not very smart." His mouth was still set in that cocky grin.
"Is this how you talk to everyone you meet? Insult them? Do you have any friends, because if not I understand why." She put her hands on her hips.
"Like you have room to talk, calling me Gramps like I'm some old fart. That's a great way to make friends." Maka didn't answer him, and Soul gave a heavy sigh.
"You're holding the map upside down." He shrugged his shoulders. "I was just trying to help, see ya round Maka." She watched him walk back down the hall away from her.
Of course the only way he could've known her name was if he was in her first period class, so she knew she'd see him again.
Now the question is, does that make her happy or not.
She reached up to fiddle with her earrings, she had nine ear piercings and a belly button piercing. She knew she looked strange to some, pigtails and skull earrings generally didn't go hand in hand. A schoolgirl skirt and a large intricate tattoo of a soul with wings also didn't mix well. Large books and combat boots...not a usual combo. She was used to stares and questioning glances. Never bothered her in the least.
Soul had on red skinny jeans a yellow jacket and a headband to keep his hair out of his eyes. His clothes were pretty normal, no contradictions to mention. It was his looks that made him stand out in her mind. Shark teeth, white hair, ruby eyes. That is what made her heart skip a beat. Soul was unusual and exciting.
Of course all of these thoughts sent of warning bells in her mind. There is no reason to make new friends, hell she wasn't expecting to have any when she came here. Black*Star and Tsu were a really nice surprise at least she wouldn't spend the month alone.
Staying in one place for too long is dangerous, making friends just makes it harder to leave. Seeing her old childhood friends was going to be hard enough when it came time to move on, no one else needs to get involved or else Asura would have a field day ruining their lives.
Asura.
Even thinking the name sent shivers down her spine. The satan-spawn had her running for almost a year now. Everytime she settled into a new life he would just kind of appear and everything would go to shit. He would ruin everything, stalk her, any new friends she had made. Make horrible threats to anyone she tried to get close too, just to mess with her.
She wouldn't let that happen to anyone here. Asura will not destroy anything else because she won't give him anything to break.
She turned her map around the right way and started back up the hall she had just walked down. She held her head down and gripped the map tightly.
No one else would get dragged into her mess, she will keep to herself and move on in a month and everyone will go on with their happy lives like she never existed.
