Soul Eater

Maka x Soul

Fresh Starts: Chapter one


Maka sat up in bed. It was about two in the morning and she hadn't gotten any sleep. She watched the flame of a candle on her desk dance around, trapped inside of its glass prison. Red liquid collectively pooled under the fire.

Red liquid.

She chose that color for her candles because it helps her cope with things. She imagines the wax to be her blood, and the jar to be her skin. And the flame, well, as long as the flame was there, the red liquid would stay inside, at least as a liquid. So, the flame represents her soul.

Soul. When the white-haired boy had met her in the hallway yesterday, she couldn't help but feel something that she hadn't ever felt before in the 14 long, treacherous years of her sad life.

She felt accepted.

After the painful greeting he gave her that included a headbutt, he took her to history class. Apparently, they have almost the exact same schedules. The only difference is that he has band and she doesn't.

He didn't exactly strike her as the type to be interested in instruments at all, let alone playing them. She had accidentally let something slip about her singing, but much to her liking he didn't question it.

She slipped out of bed and quietly tiptoed to the kitchen, careful to not wake up her father who had worked oh so hard to get himself wasted.

Maka reached for a cup from the cabinet and filled it up with water. She then went toward the medicine drawer and pulled out a bottle of medicine and dumped what was left of it down her throat, gulping water to help wash it down. She pulled the glass away from her mouth, only to bend over and pant and cough.

"Hello. How are you?"

Maka immediately stopped coughing and stood up straight to look around. She didn't see anything, so she passed it off as just her imagination.

She sneaked back to her bedroom, but before she got into bed, she glanced at the candle. She hovered over it for a moment before drawing in a breath and extinguishing the flame.


The next day, Soul and Maka had gym class in the second block, so Soul grabbed her hand and dragged her down the hall towards the locker rooms.

"Boys and girls have gym together?" Maka asked as they came around a corner.

"Yeah, it's just on other sides of the court," he answered.

"Are the shirts.. uh.. short sleeved?" she asked cautiously.

"Why wouldn't they be?"

"Oh, uh.. I don't know.."

Soul stopped walking and turned to her. "You alright?"

Maka looked him in the eyes, and although she would never admit it, she felt scared.

"Y-yeah.."

"I don't believe you."

"What?"

"I said, I don't believe you."

Maka looked at Soul in shock. What was she supposed to do now? What would she do if he found out? What would he do? These questions buzzed around in her head as Soul looked at her with worried eyes. Then, in one swift motion, her jacket was in his hand.

Just her luck too, her shirt sleeves were rolled up to her elbows. Her wrists were in plain sight.