Back again :3 This is the promised 2nd chapter! Sorry it took so long, the wifi is terrible here -.- Gomen nasai! *bows*

I think I murdered Grammar again o_o ... sorry.

BTW all songs lyrics stated here are written by me. Copyrights are annoying, and I like writing song lyrics. :p Please do not use these without permission and/or state that they are your own.

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater, Ibanez BTB, Alfred Shnittke, John Moyer, Cort, etc.


"You wrote this? It's amazing, Maka-chan!"

"Arigato, I'm still working the kinks out of it. That's the ... fourth draft, I think. I'm better at writing the lyrics than figuring out the note coordination," Maka said as she perched high on the tall, three leg stool in the unused music classroom. The class was offered as an elective in the school, but no one had bothered to get a new teacher for it after Black*Star sent him to the hospital; an aggressive drum solo gone wrong. Everyone but Tsubaki, Black*Star, and Maka had stopped attending and just wandered the campus. Where ever they spent the time, Maka didn't know (she also couldn't care). For now the trio used the time for their band meets. Today they were going to play one of her own songs she had first written when she was ten. Maka hummed as she tuned the new strings of her Cort to her liking. Tsubaki sat primly across from her in a desk chair with her Ibanez BTB.

The Japanese bass guitar was clearly a hand-me-down from the way the polish on the neck and face was rubbed dull, but it was in beautiful condition though, and Maka had been like a kid in a candy store when she saw it. Just because Maka couldn't play Bass didn't mean she couldn't drool over it. Tsubaki had explained that it was a gift from her brother. She had smiled when she said it, but Maka didn't miss the way her shoulders tightened and her thumb twitched out a nervous rhythm. She decided to drop the subject after that.

"Yeah, yeah. As long as it's awesome enough for your god to play it, then we'll be good, Miss Poet."

Maka slit her eyes at Black*Star as one of the strings let off a shrill note from the string, very much off tune. Tsubaki looked between the two nervously, trying to make peace in her sweet way. "Well, urm... Poems are just lyrics without notes to them, right, Maka? So it's true, sort of. Kinda like a compliment?"

Maka smiled half-heartedly at Tsubaki as she turned back to fixing her guitar strings. Black*Star went back to setting up the drum set they found in the storage closet. It was a cheap one; Black*Star had scoffed when he saw it, but agreed to use it none the less.

As Maka finished tuning the Cort, she slid off the stool and pulled it over to the desk Tsubaki had spread the music sheets on. The Bassist was currently trying to play the notes on the sheet music with her Ibanez's strap settled over her shoulders.

Tsubaki was very pretty, Maka noted. Her face was soft, and her features were gentle. Her hair was pulled back in a loose braid today and a few shorter fringes fell into her face whenever she tried pushing them back. She was very well endowed, unlike Maka who was still developing at one size under a B. Plus she was so sweet and kind compared to Maka's stubborn and negative attitude. She was almost a bit bitter and envious of the girl until Tsubaki looked at Maka with her sweet smile. Maka couldn't hold anything against this girl; it wasn't Tsubaki's fault that Maka had been born plain.

"The bass section is written well, but it stumbles a bit here and ... here. I take it you have trouble coordinating those points?" Tsubaki turned to Maka, her finger still pointing at the crescendo. Tsubaki knew so much about the bass; the way it sounded, the strings, the best places to make it's sound peak. So much more than Maka that she felt her knowledge of the instrument to be very meager.

Maka flushed in embarrassment. "It-it's hard to work out the crescendo when I can't hear it."

Tsubaki gathered up the music sheets and handed Maka a pencil. Her smile danced across her lips, and something in Maka's gut twisted in guilt. "I can help if you'd like."

The two worked on Maka's mistakes together with only the sound of the bass and Black*Star's wrench to fill their ears. This corner of the school was quiet and rarely inhabited, so privacy was guaranteed. The music room was sound proof anyway; point one for the school, minus for Spirit's garage. The deep bass was for their ears and their ears only as the warm, deep sound filled the room. Even without the amp, Maka could tell that Tsubaki's Ibanez would be amazing for this particular song.

"Alright, your god is ready for his sweet supplications!" The two girls turned to Black*Star and the completely assembled drum set. He was grinning like a gibbon as he thumped his favorite pair of drum sticks on his pants pocket. He crossed the distance to them in two long steps, and picked up the set of music for his drums. His eyebrows slowly rose under his bangs.

"Not everyone can play the drums as perfectly as me, but seriously, who helped you write this?"

Maka scowled at Black*Star's dumb face. "I did it myself because somebody was too busy to help me."

Black*Star scrunched up his nose at her clear tone. "I was on the toilet."

"I asked you three times."

"You only asked me once."

"You only heard me once, you dolt!"

"Oi!"

Tsubaki pushed the two down into their seats across the desk from each other. Six months with these two had taught her that trying to negotiate in certain instances was futile. She gingerly passed Black*Star a pencil, and spun the basic sheets to him for a reference as she rubbed her temples. "It shouldn't take too long to fix it, right?"

Black*Star deflated in his seat as his eyes scanned the basic sheets and compared them to the drumming sheets. The silence was tense as Maka squirmed in her seat and stuck her lip out in a pout. For once Black*Star had a look of utter concentration as he drew the pencil across the paper, occasionally erasing something here and there. It seemed like the only things he took seriously were working out and the drums. After a few minutes Black*Star finished and stood up. Maka scowled when she noticed a majority of the sequence had been edited. Maybe now he'd find it necessary to teach her the drum's basics.

"Let's get goin'. Only one way to figure it out." Black*Star settled in the drummer's stool and shuffled the sheet music onto a stand next to him. The girls rose from their seats and began plugging the guitars into the two amps they had lugged to school one day. The amps screeched at the sudden feedback, and Maka looked at the door in caution before she remembered the room was sound proof. Mostly, at least.

"The song was meant to be sung by a guy for the main lyrics with a girl singing the lyrics in parentheses. Sooo,... Black*Star?" Maka looked over her shoulder as she set up two microphone stands. He nodded and beamed as Maka deadpanned at his bright expression.

"Your god shall grace you with my wonderful voice! Listen carefully!"

"Maka-chan? Do you mind if I sing back-up?"

Maka glanced at Tsubaki in surprise, and blinked rapidly at her timid request. The girl had never asked to sing before, so Maka was a little unsure. However, Maka passed the mic to her and nodded. "Sure. Go ahead."

The three glanced at each other and nodded firmly. Maka strummed into it with low, slow notes, gradually building up to when Black*Star entered with a clash of splash cymbal, a bang on the snare drum, and a rhythmic beat of the bass drum. Tsubaki entered slowly with a few trickling high notes until she bombshelled with a well played, rapid strum of all four strings.

(AN - Black*Star is singing lead, so it looks like a regular font. Imagine his voice going deep like Skillet's lead singer, I forget his name. Tsubaki's singing is the bold font. Her voice would sound like Evanescence's lead singer, I don't remember her name either.)

Have you dared look at the darkness?

Stare at it's abyss

Have you watched the world

Fly by in bliss?

Day and Night

Dark and light

They go by in passing

And they scream

The worlds fragment

They pound and pour out that dark liquid

Suffocating, I can't breathe

In this abyss

Someone save me!

Save me!

I can't think in this darkness!

Reach out!

Take me by the hand!

The lights flicker

They burn brighter

The pieces of my fallen mind piece back together

With just a touch

Pulling me up

Pulling me out

Who's there?

Who are you?

The worlds fragment

They pound and pour out that dark liquid

Suffocating, I can't breathe

In this abyss

Someone save me!

Save me! Save Me!

I can't think in this darkness!

Reach out!

Take me by the hand!

Save me!

Save me!

Save me!

The abyss is consuming!

It's confusing!

I need to clear my head

I need to surface!

Take my hand

I'll pull you up.

Hold on tight

I'll show you the light.

The pieces of this fragmenting world

Pierce my skin

Like rain drops they fall

Red fills my vision

Show me

Hold on

Save me

I'm coming to you

Help me pick up the pieces

They'll burn brighter than you

The abyss

It consumes!

It's slowly driving me under!

The darkness

Disorienting me

Take my hand...

The bass and drums seemed to enter a beat all of their own together, slowly fighting against the screaming guitar in a battle for dominance in the sound spectrum. Twisting and turning, the two, strong, steady tempo's fought against the guitar's chaotic strumming. As if the melodies around them seemed to flair up to take forms around them, the air tensed up with the sudden pressure. Maka slowly eased her guitar out of the melody while the bass and drums melded into a hollow, chilling romance of twining notes flying into the air from the amplifiers. As Tsubaki and Black*Star finished their musical duo, the notes struck the air and stopped mid crescendo. The air around them seemed to reverberate and crackle, waiting for more of that pounding noise.

The trio looked at each other as they slowly let out the breath they didn't know they had been holding. Maka's face cracked into a smile as she giggled out of the blue. Black*Star joined her like they had told some unknown joke between them. Her high-pitched, breathy giggles mixed with his high, hoarse, booming laughter. Tsubaki looked between the two like they had just turned insane and sprouted two heads. When Black*Star fell off his stool Maka giggled even harder and started turning deep red from lack of oxygen. Tsubaki let out an amused breath as she saw Black*Star laughing like a deranged, mute seal on the floor with his eyes screwed up. When she saw Maka's teary eyes of mirth, Tsubaki couldn't help but join in on whatever joke seemed so funny to them. Soon the air settled with their joyous laughter.

He was a blue haired, loud mouth who played the drums like a pro. She was a timid, graceful girl who could play the bass like Alfred Shnittke one minute, and then whip around and rock it out like John Moyer. And Maka was the (crappy) songwriter, stubborn, strong willed, free spirited guitarist. They were a band. A weird one, but still a band. A team of music fanatics meshed together for eternity. And everything about it seemed so funny!


:D ... Dunno what to say here so... See ya!

PS: I'm still working on Chapter 3 and NS chapter 1 o.o Should be out soon though.