Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater nor any song in this chapter unless otherwise is said in an Authors Note. (Not Likely to happen)
A/N: I just wanted to stop real quick before starting back into the story and thank everyone who followed and favorited (is that spelled right?) this story. And the person who reviewed. It really means alot to me, knowing that people actually like my stories, so thanks. Also, I was wondering, if any of you few reading this are good at drawing, even if your not, PM me and I'll send you an email link. I wanted to have a cover for this story, but I kinda suck at drawing. ALL ART APPRECIATED. Also, post in the reviews or PM any song requests. Well, WHO'S READY TO ROCK?!
As I entered my room, I found myself thinking about that strange boy. Sean Edwards. Something about him seems so distantly familiar. I couldn't quite put my finger on it though... Hmm. I glanced at my alarm clock and nearly fell off of my bed when I saw the time. Craaaaap! There was no way I was ever gonna be able to concentrate in school tomorrow, so I might as well skip it. I sighed as I lay back on my mattress. I closed my eyes and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
-TIME SKIP-
I walked out the front door with my bag in my hands the next morning, then quietly hid behind the bushes to wait for my papa to leave. It wasn't a long wait. I strolled up the driveway after I was sure that he was far, far away. I opened the door with the spare key and went into my room. Walking into my closet, I quickly found my guitar and portable amp. I put the guitar in it's case and slung it over my shoulder. Then I picked up the amp and headed out, locking the door behind me and replacing the key exactly as I found it.
The walk to the park was longer than usual, givin the added weight. When I finally got there, I sat down on the park bench, happy to be off my feet. I opened my guitar case and took out my beloved electric guitar. I strummed a few chores, to be sure it was in tune before I plugged it into the amp, hearing that familiar and comfortable hum. I sighed and started to play my song. I wrote it after my mom commited suicide, leaving me alone with my papa. I constantly sung it, as a reminder to never give up life, because even though not every moment is perfect, or you might find yourself falling apart at the seams, you can always find the silver lining. The pot of gold that waits at the end of every rainbow. Cause no matter what, it's not too late. It's never too late.
(Maka: Bold Italics)
This world will never be,
What I expected.
And if there's something wrong,
Who would have guessed it?
I will not leave alone,
Everything that I own,
To make you feel like...
It's not too late, It's never too late!
Even if I say,
"It will be alright!"
Still I hear you say:
You want to end your life.
Now and again we try,
To just stay alive!
Maybe we'll turn it around,
'Cause it's not too late, It's never too late.
No one will ever see,
This side reflected.
And if there's something wrong,
Who would have guessed it?
And I have left alone,
Everything that I own.
To make you feel like...
It's not too late, It's never too late.
Even if I say,
"It will be alright!"
Still I hear you say:
You want ot end your life.
Now and again we try,
To just stay alive!
Maybe we'll turn it around,
'Cause it's not too late, It's never too late.
The world we knew, won't come back!
The time we've lost, can't get back!
The lives we had, won't be ours agai-ia-ian!
This world will never be,
What I expected.
And if I don't belong...
Even if I say,
"It will be alright!"
Still I hear you say:
You want to end your life.
Now and again we try,
To just stay alive!
Maybe we'll turn it around,
'Cause it's not too late, It's never too late.
Maybe we'll turn it around,
'Cause it's not too late, It's never too late.
Never too late!
It's not too late, It's never too late.
I finished off my song with a final strum. My eyes were blurred with tears. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a clapping behind me. I turned around slowly, fearing one of my schools bullies, who were infamous for thier skipping habits. Instead I came face to face with something much, much worse. Staring into my spearmint green eyes with his own fiery crimson ones, was none other than THE Soul Eater.
"Bravo," he said,"What song is that? I don't think I've ever heard it before."
"I would be worried if you had. I wrote it myself." I smiled shyly at him as I put my guitar away.
"You have any others?" He asked me. I thought about it for a second before I took a few more seconds to find my least personal song I had.
"Yeah, I do..." I answered uneasily.
"Go ahead. Play one for me." He looked at me expectantly.
"Alright." I sighed as I hooked my equipment up again."This one is called Pain."
(Maka: Bold Italics)
Pain, without love.
Pain, I can't get enough.
Pain, I like it rough, 'cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all.
You're sick, of feeling numb.
You're not, the only one.
I'll take, you by the hand
And show you a world that you can understand.
This life, is full of hurt.
When happiness, doesn't work.
Trust me, and take my hand.
When the lights go out, you will understand.
Pain, without love.
Pain, I can't get enough.
Pain, I like it rough, 'cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all.
Pain, without love.
Pain, I can't get enough.
Pain, I like it rough, 'cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all.
Anger, and agony
Are better, than misery.
Trust me, I've got a plan.
When the lights fo off, you will understand
Pain, without love.
Pain, I can't get enough.
Pain, I like it rough, 'cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all.
Pain, without love.
Pain, I can't get enough.
Pain, I like it rough, 'cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing,
Rather feel pai-ain!
I know, I know, I know, I know,
That you're wounded.
You know, you know, you know, you know,
That I'm here to save you.
You know, you know, you know, you know
I'm always here for you.
I know, I know, I know, I know
That you'll thank me later.
Pain, without love.
Pain, I can't get enough.
Pain, I like it rough, 'cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all.
Pain, without love.
Pain, I can't get enough.
Pain, I like it rough, 'cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all.
Pain, without love.
Pain, I can't get enough.
Pain, I like it rough, 'cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all.
Rather feel pain than nothing at all.
RATHER FEEL PAIN!
The song ended and I put down my guitar. I looked at Soul, and was surprised by the shocked look on his face.
"That was really good!" He exclaimed. I blushed a deep shade of red. I looked down and fiddled with my hands in my lap.
"Not really." I muttered under my breath. Soul simply rolled his eyes in response.
"You wrote those songs?" He asked me.
"Ya, both of them.." I flushed in embarrassment
"You know," He said with mischief in his eyes."Our record label hasn't been able to find a good song writer to replace our old one, who had unfortunantly quit last week."
"Oh." was all I said. Where on Earth could he be going with this conversation.
"You know what happens when a band can't find a song writer?" He asked me non-chalantly.
"No, what?" I asked, genuienly curious.
"They are forced to break up." He answered simply.
"WHAT?! NO! YOU GUYS CAN'T BREAK UP!" I yelled, startling some far off birds. Soul smirked at me with his half grin.
"Well, I have a proposition. YOU be the song writer for our band. Hell, you can even preform with us if you want. Vocals or guitar. Maybe both. I'm sure the other members will have no problem with it once they hear you." As Soul began rambling about preforming for crowds on tour, my face drained of all color. I couldn't. No way could I ever be a part of this band. Not only would Papa literally kill me if he found out, but I have a terrible case of stage fright.
"S-Soul..." I whispered.
"Hey Maka, are you alright?" He asked curiously. I shook my head.
"I-I can't, I'm so sorry, but I can't." I stood up, gathering my things and started power walking home. When I heard footsteps running to catch up to me, my power walk soon transformed into a sprint.
"Maka! Wait!" A hand enclosed around my wrist, pulling me to a halt.
"What?" I snapped, whipping around.
"At least think about it... Here. Have my number. Call if you change your mind. And if you don't, wellm, call anyways." He grinned lazily at me and scribbled his number on a random piece of paper.
"Okay, I can do that." I nervously took the paper from him. "Thank you. Do you happen to know the time, by the way?"
"Yeah, it's about 2:30 P.M., why?" Fear struck me to the core as I turned and sprinted faster than I have ever run before in my life. Crap crap crap crap crap! I kept repeating in my head, almost like it was my own personal mantra, Papa would be home ANY MINUTE. I still needed to put my guitar and amp away, grab my back pack, and pretend to be walking home from school. My heart pounded with relief when my house came into view, no red convertible in sight.
I climbed in through the window, not wanting to risk the front door. I grabbed my back pack and left the room in record time. Red convertible still no where in sight, I ran to the school and counted the seconds until the bell let out the students. I almost cried with relief knowing that I had managed to pull it off, barely. I walked back home with my chest feeling lighter. I came home at the exact moment the red convertible pulled into the driveway. My Papa got out of the car and opened the passenger door to allow a lanky blonde to exit the vehicle.
"Maka! Say hi to Lindsey!"
"Hi Lindsey." I said stonily.
"Awww, Spirit! She so adorable!" She crashed into my Papa's arms. I rolled my eyes and shuffled into the house. I slammed my door and pulled out my phone and saved Souls number in my contacts. I'll text him later, I decided. I layed down in bed and put my earphones in. The music and darkness soon enveloped me, like a warm blanket on a chilly night. She slowly slipped into the dream world.
-ANOTHER TIME SKIP-
"Maka, get your ass up. It's dinner time." My father slapped me across the face to wake me up, then added another for good measure.
"Oh Spirit, don't go easy on the girl. She did fall asleep when she knew she was supposed to cook dinner." My father grnned as he yanked me up by my hair and punched my jaw.
"Are you awake now Princess Maka. How was your beauty sleep? Doesn't appear to have had much of an effect. Hm, I wonder if we can't simply beat you pretty."
"WAIT! I mean, if you do that, I won't be able to see enough to cook dinner." My Papa glared at me before letting me go.
"Dinner better be ready in 20 minutes." Was all he said before he took Lindsey and they left to go to his room. I heaved a sigh of relief and got to work on dinner.
Papa let me eat dinner this time, so I went to bed with a full stomach. I laid in bed and stared at my phone. What if they could help? What if they could get me out alive? Suddenly, an idea came to me for a song. This song, I decided, will go to Soul Stealers. I hummed out a tune to myself and grabbed my song notebook from the shelf.
A couple of hours later, my song was finished, I grabbed my phone and texted Soul:
If you still need a song writer, meet me in front of Shibusen High at twelve o'clock tomorrow. I'll give you a song.
I put my phone down to go to bed, when it vibrated. I looked at the message:
Glad u changd ur mind tiny tits. :D
I laughed a little, deciding to Maka-Chop him tomorrow and went to bed.
Sorry for the short chapter, I was running low on brain juice! D': Why Lindsey! Dont follow in Jennifers footsteps! All my OC's be turning evil on me! Anyways, I still haven't decided on the new song she wrote. I was thinking about Get Out Alive by Three Days Grace, but there are sooo many other songs! Lol, Souls gonna get his ass whooped by Maka.. I apologize to people who like the crazy spirit from the actual anime/manga, he is very OCC, as you can tell.
Songs:
1st: Never Too Late by Three Days Grace
2nd: Pain by Three Days Grace
