The Pianist's Secret : Chapter 2
DISCLAIMER : I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER OR THE CHARACTERS. IF I DO, I'D MAKE SOUL AND MAKA KISS BY NOW
NOTE : This story takes place in an alternate Universe. Soul and Maka never met and they never became partners. Shibusen doesn't "REALLY" exist and I've jumbled up ALL of Shinigami-sama's rules. Anything can happen and EVERYTHING will be mixed up.
"Alright, Maka. What do you think of the performance ?" Spirit asked his daughter as they walked out of their box seat into the aisle way. "Well, it was okay. It was interesting." Maka said without looking at her Papa. "I'd hate to admit it, but I really did enjoyed the show." she thought. "We better not waste these backstage passes now, shouldn't we ?" Spirit looked at her with a smile. They headed for the backstage of the theatre where all the stars' dressing rooms were located.
After a few minutes walking in the backstage, Maka finally realised her Papa was already out of sight. Their hands which were together are now parted. "Eh, Papa ?" she looked around trying to find her missing father. Much to her disappointment, she found him flirting with a random artiste. She was beautiful, and her show was scheduled to be next week. They just arrived to the theatre and Spirit was unable to resist her charm. Her hair was a dark yellow-brown colour and braided to her front. She had a slim figure and her eyes were a golden yellow colour. She wore a long black coat with some white lines as design. They seemed to be enjoying their conversation.
"Humph…of course. As I thought so, his promises would never last that long." Maka sighed at the thought and continued to walk further into the backstage aisle. While walking, she stumbled upon a dressing room door with a star on it. To be precise, it was Soul Evans's dressing room. Looking around to make sure nobody was around, she entered the unlocked room without hesitation. "Hello ? Is anybody in here ? Hello…?" She closed the door. "Looks like he hasn't returned to the room yet." She walked around inside the room gazing at each item in it. "He has an odd taste for colour. Its all red, black, grey and white." The room was dark coloured. It looks as if it was to contain a prisoner…or possibly a person with a mental sickness. He walked over to his dressing table and noticed sheets of paper on it. "That's strange…if these are his music sheets, then what was he using when he played just now ?" Her thoughts were cut off when she heard someone opening the door and entering the room.
"Oi, who's there ? What are you doing here ?" The white haired pianist raised his voice after closing the room door. "Ah ? Uhh…Ermm…I-I have a backstage pass !" she showed him the pass her father bought. "Oh, wait. Don't tell me. You're one of those fangirls with gifts, aren't you ? Pssh, what special gift you've come to give me now ?" he slouched and leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets. "Umm, I…err actually I don't have any gift for you." She grinned sheepishly. "Is that so ? Well, this is new. But still, that doesn't give you permission to rummage through my stuff." He said. Maka lowered her head and apologized. "Sorry, Mr. Evans. I didn't mean to." The pianist let out a short chuckle at her apology. "Please, call me Soul. I don't really like people calling me by my family name." he smiled. "Okay, Soul it is." They both smiled at each other as a sign of acquaintance. Soul couldn't shake this thing off his mind, that this girl is different compared to other people.
"So, if you're not here to send out gifts, what brings you here anyway ?" Soul asked, wondering what was her business here. "Well, I came here to see your show with my Papa. He bought backstage passes, so, it would be a waste not to use them. He's trying to get me to spend some "quality time" with him. Apparently, he's not doing too good on his part." Maka explained. "Wait a second. Is he that red-haired freak who's flirting outside ?" Soul frowned a bit pointing to the door. Maka sighed. "Yup, unfortunately that's my Papa. He's always like that. Everytime he promised to have a father daughter moment, he always screwed it up. He'd probably end up flirting with a random woman across the street instead." Maka said while crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Wow. That's some dad you got there. But I'd try not to blame parents on things. If it weren't for who they are now, we wouldn't be able to become better people in the future. They mean well, its just that they express it in the strangest of ways." Soul chuckled once more. "I guess. He's weird and all, but he tries his best to do the right thing." Maka lowered her head to hide the smile on her face.
The room went quiet for a minute, leaving only the sounds of slight coughing from Soul and a small humming tune from Maka. "Well, I should get going. I don't want Papa to get carried away and mess things up. I really enjoyed your show and I hope we can chat again. It was nice meeting you Mr. Soul." Maka smiled. Soul gave out another chuckle. "I told you already. Just call me Soul. I don't think our age difference is that far anyway. Besides, I'm not exactly a full grown adult anyway. And I doubt you're the same. It was nice meeting you, Miss." His ginger expression revealing his pointy teeth once more. "Okay,…SOUL. I hope we'll meet again soon. By the way, my name is Maka. Maka Albarn." They shook hands and Soul reached into his suit's inner pocket. He handed her a small black card. It had a rose petal design on it with a white inscription that read "Soul Evans". Under that name, was a phone number. "That's my business card. I can play for special ceremonies and parties if you'd like. If you need anything, give me a call." She nodded and left the room. Soul shook his head seeing her leave. A small smirk was carved on his face as he closed the door.
Outside, Maka wasn't surprised to find that her Papa was still flirting with that artiste. She went over to them and cleared her throat. "AHEM. Papa…." She said slyly and glared at Spirit with an unpleasant smile on her face. Her Papa immediately stopped talking and realised what he was doing. He was caught in the act. No turning away now. "OH MY GOD. I BLEW IT. NOW MAKA WILL NEVER SPEAK TO ME AGAIN. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ?" Spirit grew nervous and started to panic. "O-OH, HEY MAKA ! I was just talking to…uhh.." words were lost from his mouth seeing her daughter's sharp glare. "Papa,…remember what we talked about ? YOU PROMISED." She said it in a childish manner. Although, her meaning was serious. They were both quiet, ignoring the dark blonde artiste in front of them. Breaking the silence, the artiste cleared her throat. "AHEM. Well, that was a lovely chat Mr. Albarn. I guess I'll be leaving now….heh." the artiste immediately left the father and daughter in silence.
"…MAKAA…CHOP !"
Author's Note : PHEW ! That was the longest chapter I've ever wrote in my life. And I love it. A little bit of info to some readers, I am a Malaysian. Thus, I write in British English. But, I speak American English (which leads me to making speech sentences very informal). So, if you are wondering why I spell some words differently, it may be that very reason. Please review. I love hearing what people think about this fic.