Forgot the disclaimer in the last chapter. Don't kill me… *I disclaim* I don't own Angel Beats!, Soul Eater, the song "My Soul, Your Beats!", or any other song or band mentioned. Lots of things to disclaim in this fic… Makes me feel unoriginal.

My Soul, Your Beats!

Chapter 2

Hello


"Hello,

I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to.

I'm the lie living for you so you can hide."

Hello, Evanescence


The Next Life

Sunlight streamed through the dormitory window as the alarm clock went off and sounded the seventh hour; the opportune time for students to wake and meet the day. However, one student was rather quick to destroy the device as he knocked it off his desk.

Upon hearing the crash, Ooyama sat up straight in his bed and stared at his roommate. "How'd you do that to the alarm clock, Soul?" He exclaimed.

Soul's red eyes pried open slowly, as if it took immense effort to lift his eyelids. The silver-haired boy took a passive glance at the alarm clock that now lay in pieces upon the floor before he pulled the covers over his shoulders again.

"Dunno," He yawned, displaying rows of sharpened teeth to the world.

The brown-haired boy slid out of bed and inspected the shattered device. "It looks like you cut it in half with a sword!" He declared, to which Soul simply chuckled.

"No sword here," He mumbled, sitting up. He ran a hand through his soft white hair, trying to remember the dream he had last night. He knew he had one, but he couldn't remember details. There was a fight, maybe, and definitely lots of red. Perhaps blood? Perhaps his blood? Possibly it was a recollection of his own death. But if that was the case, then why couldn't he see himself in this dream? All he saw was a red and black scythe being wielded by a beautiful emerald-eyed girl…

"Soul? Hey Soul, are you okay?" Ooyama was waving his hand in front of his roommate's face. "You spaced out. We need to get breakfast and be ready for class," He smiled gently at him. The latter blinked out of his trance and merely nodded. This world felt empty to him, as if something important was missing from his daily life. However, he went along with it, getting in his new Battlefront uniform rather than the typical school outfits and following Ooyama to breakfast.

"I'm glad you're all here this morning," Yuri began. Everyone was now seated in the Battlefront's headquarters, munching on cereal or whatever breakfast food they had chosen to consume.

"I would like to continue briefing our newest member on the Battlefront's procedures before we go into class. He's one of us now, so under no circumstances do we want him to get obliterated. Any advice?" The green-eyed leader said.

"Stay away from Angel," Fujimaki said to the newest member.

"Mm-hm," Soul mumbled, not really comprehending what was being said as he wolfed down a bowl of frosted flakes.

"She looks kinda creepy," Matsushita pointed out. "She's short, with long silver hair and gold eyes. Kinda like a girly version of you, Soul."

"If you start hanging out with Angel, you'll get obliterated," Hinata warned. "We fight her whenever she threatens us by getting too close. Always keep a weapon ready."

Soul nodded again in a bored manner, until he heard the word "weapon". Instantly his head shot up as a forgotten instinct was triggered. He didn't know what this instinct was telling him to do, however, so he remained silent and slunk back into his seat.

Yuri narrowed her eyes slightly, as Soul didn't seem to be paying attention. She let it slide, however, as she addressed the rest of the group. "We won't need to go to the guild to get Soul weapons, as we just went recently for Otonashi."

Soul looked down at his hand when Hinata handed him a pistol at that moment. "She's yours, buddy," The blue-haired boy smiled.

The teen's red eyes scanned the gun, looking it up and down. He spoke after a moment; "What's her name?"

The other guild members instantly looked confused.

"Ain't got the beat," TK spoke up randomly, waving his arms around to a rhythm only he could hear.

"What do you mean, 'what's her name'?" Yui spoke up. "Guns don't have names, moron!"

Soul was silent as he looked the gun over. He felt as if there should be something more to it, as if the thing in his hand should be more than just a pistol. It needed more… Personality? Humanity?

The white-haired teen continued to look the gun over. Suddenly there was a voice in his head, speaking out a name that he instantly chose for his weapon.

"Maka," He murmured. "Her name is Maka."

The other member continued to give him strange looks, but spoke no more of it as Yuri gave them the rundown of the day's plans.

"All right, guys. Today in gym, we'll be playing basketball. Angel will, of course, be attending. However, she's only viewing the game. There will be a series of scrimmages before determining the two teams to compete against one another in the final championship," Yuri explained. "This is an excellent opportunity to keep an eye on Angel. We'll need some guys to go undercover and spy on her, too see if we can discover more about her. However, at the same time, we'll need to switch the people in disguises out so it looks like the entire Battlefront is simply enjoying a game of basketball."

"Sounds confusing…" Sighed Otonashi.

Hinata chuckled. "Oh, we've had worse. One time she had me dress up as a chicken. I still don't know why."

Soul looked up from his new pistol for a moment. His gaze swept around the other members of the Battlefront, before a fanged grin grew across his face.

"Let's do it."

The other members cheered a battle cry, ready to overcome their newest challenge. But first, they had to combat their grades.

Within the next hour, Soul looked down at the paper in his hands. His fingers gripped it tightly as sweat beaded on his forehead.

His thoughts swirled with profanities. "Why did I have to die just when they're taking a test?" He growled. "On a subject I know nothing about, apparently. Stupid amnesia. I can imagine quite a few places that I'd rather go after I died other than back to high school."

The cimson-eyed boy glanced at Hinata, who was in the seat next to him. The former leaned over to speak with his ally when the teacher's back was turned.

"Psst," Soul whispered. "I have no idea what we're doing."

Hinata raised an eyebrow. "Really? C'mon Soul, it's just reading comprehension. Read what's on the paper, and answer the questions after it."

Soul felt like pulling out his hair. "I can't read Japanese," He hissed.

Hinata sighed. "Don't know what to tell you, then. They're just true-or-false, I guess you could just fill in a random blank and hope for the best."

It was Soul's turn to sigh, as lazy as ever. "Can't you just gimme the answers?" He pleaded.

"Evans. Hinata. Are you giving each other answers?" The teacher spoke up. Both addressed parties paled.

"Of course not, sir," Hinata chuckled awkwardly. "Soul just wanted to know how the baseball game went the other day, seeing as he's new and all…"

The teacher glared at them. "Well, you don't need to tell him during class," He walked between the desks until he stood between the two. Looking at Soul's paper, he scowled. "Evans, have you not written anything on your test?"

Soul flinched. "No sir…"

"Perhaps you should talk to the student body president to be informed on how our students are expected to do their work around here," The teacher muttered, walking back to his desk.

Soul breathed a sigh of relief at the thought of only facing the student body president, but Hinata grabbed his shoulder.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," He whispered, noticing Soul's sigh.

The white-haired teen smirked. "Why not? If all I gotta do is talk to some student, I'll be fine."

Hinata swiftly shook his head, panic and dire urgency in his eyes. "No, Soul, that's terrible."

Soul's crimson eyes began to widen, picking up on his new friend's desperation. "How so?"

"You two, but out the whispering. Hinata, you're getting sent to the president, too." The teacher demanded.

The blue-haired teen grew considerably paler than he already was before straightening up in his seat. He wrote something on a small paper before passing it to Soul discreetly. The latter unfolded the paper and stiffened upon reading its contents.

"The student body president," Hinata had wrote, "Is Angel."


This Life

Papa had to physically drag me away from the dispensary. I wanted to be with Soul through all of this, but Papa told me that I should leave my partner to Stein to get him in the morgue and prepare him for his funeral. I struggled against him, but my father had a firm hold on me.

"Maka, you can't do anything to help him now," Papa murmured calmly in my ear as he pulled me backwards. I dug my heels into the floor, but that didn't create much resistance.

Tears poured down my face as I was pulled further away from Soul. I voiced no protests, but continued to try and jerk away from my father's grip. He simply sighed, never faltering as he heaved me outside and into his car. I didn't try to escape anymore at that point. I had accepted my fate, but I still couldn't accept Soul's.

I collapsed into the backseat, sprawling across it. Papa didn't scold me for not wearing a seatbelt, and for that I was grateful. He knew what I was going through to some degree, I suppose. He knew how difficult losing a loved one could be.

"Maka," He spoke up after a while, "I think it'd be best if you stayed at my house for a while, until you feel comfortable with being home without him." He looked back at me with a soft smile when he stopped at an intersection. "Is that all right?"

I nodded numbly. I just wanted to be alone.

I didn't see where we drove; either my eyes were closed or I wasn't paying attention, but I could tell when Papa turned into his driveway after a while. He opened the door behind me slowly before sighing. While neither of us said a word, he gently picked me up and carried me into his house. I clutched his shirt like a child.

He set down on the leather couch after stepping through the house and into the living room. I had never bothered to visit his house before, but I had assumed he had a nice house due to his salary as a Death Scythe. "Nice" was a great understatement when referring to this house, however I hardly noticed as I buried my face in a couch cushion.

I picked my head up gradually, facing Papa, who was sitting in armchair with one hand supporting his head with his elbow sitting on the armrest. He had a vacant look in his eyes and on his face, as if he was staring at some specter only he could see.

"Papa," I murmured, causing him to jolt back to reality and face me.

"Yes, sweetie?" He asked caringly. Apparently I was coming back to my senses, because I grimaced slightly when he called me that.

"Can I call Mama?" I requested. Papa was still for a moment, closing his eyes before he nodded.

"Of course, dear," He told me, standing. "I'll get the phone for you."

I uttered a quiet thanks as I sat up straight. I knew Mama usually didn't pick up the phone when Papa called her, but I was praying with all my heart that she would, just this once.

My father handed the phone to me after dialing. "I hope she picks up," He said. I nodded in silent agreement before home phone to my ear. It rang three times. After four it would've stopped ringing entirely, but I heard the faint click of the other end of the line becoming active.

"This better be important, Death Scythe," I heard Kami Albarn's voice. She never called Papa by his first name anymore.

"Mama?" I spoke. "This is Maka."

The other end of the line was silent for a moment. "Maka?" My mother's voice held disbelief. "What are you doing in your father's house?"

I sniffed, beginning to cry again. "I don't want to go back to my apartment," I murmured.

"Oh… Maka," Mama's voice was gentle. "Is that Soul guy being a jerk? I'm sorry you have to have so many bad experiences with men…"

"No!" I quickly cut her off. "No, Mama. S-soul isn't a jerk," I shook. "Soul's amazing. The best partner out there. He…" Tears filled my eyes. "He died for me, Mama. S-soul is dead."

I had admitted it. There was no more denying that cruel reality that was my partner's death; I myself had confessed it.

I no longer kept my emotional words to myself. I told Mama everything that happened, but my speech probably weren't comprehensible through my sobbing. I cried my heart out over the phone, while Mama's words and Papa's arms tried to console me.


Slowly, more is being revealed about Soul's death. We'll see the full story soon, so I'll see you next chapter! Please review and tell me what you think so far! :3