A/N: Hey :) I'm really, really sorry D: I meant to upload this yesterday, and then upload the next chapter today, but... It kinda didn't work out D': And, well, I'm going on holiday, like, tomorrow, so... I won't be able to update for at least 14 days. I'M SO SORRY! That's another reason why I wanted to get chapter 2 up yesterday, and chapter 3 today. In all honesty, I have been super, mega busy, packing and everything... :'( I'm sorry...

Summary: AU/She's an assassin. He's a world famous pianist. When their only relationship should be that of 'protector', and 'protected', why is it that she finds not only his piano, but his entire self hypnotic?

Disclaimer: I didn't own Soul Eater last time I checked... Nope... No, no, I don't... :'(


An Unexpected Greeting?

I huffed as I packed my suitcase with the bare minimum, making sure I packed only essentials.

It seems I had no choice but to accept that request. I tried so hard for the next three days after that to convince myself that it was a joke, and that I didn't have to accept it.

That came crashing down.

The £5,000 deposit was posted through the door by means of a surprisingly thin envelope.

The reason it was thin?

There wasn't any money in the envelope.

Nope, nothing. Not even a penny.

But there was a shiny, new, black debit card. With a PIN number written on a slip of paper next to it.

I spent the next fifteen minutes staring at the card and PIN, which were now held in my hands, in the same spot where I opened the envelope they were found in.

...

Why the hell had they opened an account for me?

I shook the memory away as I stuffed underwear, pads, and a few pairs of shoes, a few clothes, hair bands, toothbrush, facial wipes, shampoo, shower gel, and other necessities into my small case. I also threw a handful of books in there too. Strapping everything in place, I shut my case, zipping it up, and lifted it out of the room.

I went into the main room, behind the restaurant, and sighed as the whole group was stood there, teary eyed. I smiled at them. Papa patted me on the shoulder, making me turn to face him. He had my scythe in his hand. I took it from him, stuffing it into my trench coats pocket, before standing on tip toes and giving him a peck on the cheek.

Wait... stuffed it into my pocket?

Yep. It is a scythe, but it has two forms. A scythe (Well no shit,) and a small, palm sized cylinder. There's a button on the side, and when you press it, it forms into its scythe shape. Newest in assassination tech. Cool, huh?

Papa cried my name, tears gushing down his cheeks, and he pulled me into another bone-crushing hug. I gargled as I heard my back pop, and then slapped him upside the head. He let go, leaving wet marks on my shoulder from his tears. I sighed, irritated.

"Did you really feel the need to drip onto my shoulder?" I asked, my lips twisting at the two dark patches next to my neck. Papa just sniffed. The rest of the assassin family said their goodbyes and gave me their share of back breaking hugs, before pulling away and waving me into the black Mercedes-Benz E Guard which had pulled up front.

A man got out of the front and went round to the boot of the car, popping it open and motioning for me to give him my case. I gave it to him, and he slung it into the back, before slamming the boot shut, and moving round to my side, and opening the car door for me to get in. I hesitated, and then shrugged, sliding into the car and fastening the belt, while he slammed the door shut, and made his way round to the driver's seat, slipping in, and starting the engine.

I wound the window down, and waved my final goodbyes to my large family, before the car sped off; leaving them, and my previous life, back in the distance.

_.:|:._

I was stood in front of a large, three story mansion, with a fountain just out front. I stared at the beast of a building, taking in the whiteness of it. Does it never rain here?

The chauffeur coughed, dragging my attention from the 'house' to him, and lead me to the front door, where he stopped, turned to me, bowed, and then walked away. I stared after him, confused as to what I was meant to do.

So I did the thing you do when faced with a large door.

I knocked.

Or, at least, I tried, but when I heard an explosion, I kinda forgot the knocking part, and just went straight to kicking the door down and rushing inside.

As I sprinted inside, eyes darting about the building, maids were running about panicked, butlers were trying their hardest to keep calm, and alarms were blaring out all over the building. Another explosion. I clicked my tongue, throwing my case into a corner somewhere, and darted up the stairs towards where the explosion happened. Another one. Damn it!

I got to the room, smoke gushing from the cracks in the door, and kicked my way in. Heat rushed out of the room, sending my hair and trench coat whipping about behind me. I growled, placed my hands on the rather large guns strapped to my waist, and barged my way in.

A young man was on the floor, his black, pinstriped suit ripped and charred, showing the red dress shirt he had on underneath. His hair was a washed out, gun metal grey, probably from ash, and his eyes were closed. I darted to him, and checked his pulse, making sure whether he was alive or not. Good, he was just unconscious. I sighed, then stood up, taking in the surroundings. I needed to get him out. But I needed to shoot the people who did this.

I cursed under my breath, opting for getting him out to safety first. I grunted as I pulled him onto my back, sprinting as fast as I could with the extra weight, out of the room, I found a butler, and told them to take him to safety. When I was sure he would be fine, I darted back to the room.

Another explosion. A few broken pieces of wood flew at me, but I dodged, moving as little as possible, and made my way into the room.

I found the window, and pulled my guns out. As I glanced around outside, I saw a man squatting next to what looked like a detonator. I cursed again, lining my gun up to his head in hopes of blasting his brains out before he set off another explosion.

My finger hovered over the trigger, aiming carefully, before I pulled it. It let out a large, loud bang, effectively shooting the man straight through the side of his head. He collapsed on the floor, leaving the detonation device unmanned. Quickly, I stuffed one gun back in its holster around my waist, and jumped out the window, landing on the ground with a roll, and sprinted to the device. Opening it up, I found a bunch of wires.

Great... Just what I needed... My lips twisted as I had to think about which wire to cut. After a second or two, I shrugged, and cut any which one, allowing my gut to decide for me.

...

No explosion. Good. I trashed the device, shooting it a couple times and stomping on it, before heading back to the mansion.

_.:|:._

As it turns out, the dude I'd carried on my back out of that room was indeed, Soul Evans.

And, actually, his hair wasn't a washed out, gun metal grey. It was in fact, pure white. Like virgin snow. And, his eyes... They were blood red. They drew you in, and then locked you up, never allowing you to leave. He'd changed into a plain orange shirt, grey jeans, and black shoes, using a black headband to partially hold his gravity-defying hair in place.

These were the things I'd noticed first, upon entering the room from which I'd heard that beautiful, yet heart-wrenching piano piece. I stepped into the room, my eyes latching onto his arched back, and I instantly realized that this man was the one I needed to protect. I still wasn't happy about my guarding mission, but if I could listen to his playing again, I guessed I would be able to handle it.

When he heard my hand lightly knock on the wall next to the opened door, he instantly stopped, snapping his head round to find out who had been the one to interrupt his playing. My eyes caught his, and wouldn't let go. His eyes scrutinized me, conveying a silent question, 'Who are you?' I answered with words.

"My name is ScytheMeister. Or at least, that's the name I go by on missions." I started, "I'm here on a mission to protect a young man by the name of Soul Evans. You, in other words." I finished, nodding towards him slightly. He snorted, and then turned back to his piano. I raised my eyebrows, thinking back to the request.

An eccentric, lazy personality...

Well, it certainly seemed eccentric, to say the least.

"...You'll regret it..." A voice murmured. My eyes widened as I realized the rough, yet gentle voice came from Mr. Soul Evans himself. I smirked.

"I know."


Preview;

'This, is who I am' were the words he spoke to me, while he lifted his hands and played me a dark, yet disturbingly beautiful piece.

"That... was beautiful..."

"You told me that before you left."
"I know. I was making sure you remembered."

A sleek, black limo pulled up next to me, a chauffeur stepping out to open the back door, showing the bright white hair, blood red eyes, and cocky grin of the man I need to protect.

"Okay people,"
"Show time."


A/N: If you've read this far, I'm doing something right, cause in all honesty, I don't think I did a very good job with the explosion scene D: I have said previously, in my other multi-chapter story, that I cannot, and I repeat, cannot write a fight scene for the life of me. Trust me. I've tried. Failed, spectacularly. So, if you'd help me, please review :) And, thank you to the all the people who Reviewed, Favorited, put this story on your alerts, and for you who put it in a community. I LOVE YOU :D And, I promise there will be some SoMa action! There will be! Just not right now. The story needs to get somewhere first. :)

~ASilentPerformance