Soul X Maka Mini-Story

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater.

Note: Told you! I can update early! XD. Here, I know a lot were waiting very frustrated on their seats so... Here you go. Mostly, in the reviews. Hoping for me to update, so here. But, stick with the Sunday update. Reviews please!

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"Am I really going?" She asked herself for the fifth time, going over the pass inside. Her eyes flickering and her mind debating to come or not. To come because she wants to hear him again. Of course she can, by his headphones but it is different when you hear it LIVE. No, because she is surrounded by people she doesn't know and who are talented or know most about music. And another no, because she doesn't know anything about music.

But it's too late, she's already inside the campus around 6:00 PM, most people or students entering with dresses and suits. As for her, she wore an apple-green silk dress just above her knees, she was surprised herself that it revealed how she grew on her small body. Her hair on a sliver clip and ironed. Her eyes stands out because of the color. She looked damn pretty. She felt embarrassed whenever someone glances on her.

"Oh... Maka Albarn? Seat no. 8" A buffed guy on a suit tore her pass and gave her the seat number. She gladly accepted and thanked him. Walking slowly, her mouth slowly slacked open because of how elegant and grand everything was. A huge stage covered with a huge velvet red curtains, beige colored seats, glass floors and windows. It was very breathtaking.

Finally finding her seat on the front row, she was squeezed with a model. I mean, Blair wearing a black fitted tube dress with a diamond hole on her back that revealed her silky soft skin. Suddenly, Maka felt small and envious for a moment. How everything looked perfect. Then another one beside her, who looks like a sexy secretary. I mean, Liz. Her hair tied on a ring-like object, a red long cocktail dress with a slick cut on one leg that showed her long legs. Again, Maka felt envious. Looking down on her she wasn't close to them. She suddenly felt how crappy everything she wore.

Everyone looked so charming and rich, revealing Chanel clothing, Gucci or Giordano. While she wore a simple dress from a simply store. No huge tags. She sighed in disappointment and finally an announcer popped on the stage.

"Good evening, parents, teachers, critics and students. This special event is for people to spread their talents to everyone. I am honored to be part of the celebration and let's encourage other students to join and spread what they got" A wave of claps welcomed his remarks and the speakers announced to wait for five more minutes.

"You know, you don't belong here" Liz suddenly said out nowhere. Maka, looking around behind her or beside her to see if she was talking to her, she knitted her eye brows in confusion.

"Uhm... W-what?"

"I said, you don't belong here" A sharp pain on her chest, maybe Liz noticed how cheap she looked.

"Yeah, I know... I am not rich like you"

"Uh, no. What I mean is, your seat... Your seat is over there, beside her" Finally understanding what she meant, she awkwardly smiled and thanked her. Moving on the other side of Blair, Blair sighed in frustration.

"Sorry" She silently muttered.

"No need... Oh and... Hi, I'm Blair. I'm a music critic and I have mastered a major. What field are you in music?" Speechless from an answer, she wasn't taking any major in music and she is not surely a critic. She was just invited.

"Ahm, I-I am not taking any major in music and... I-I'm not a critic" An awkward pause, both looked away from disappointment or so.

"So... What brings you here? Any related cousins performing? I mean, it's not easy to get a front seat number. You need to have requirements, right?" She was taken aback and Soul didn't told anything about it. He said it was FREE for everyone.

"Um... N-no, my friend... Just gave me a free seat number" Blair's eye balls popped of its sockets. How could that be? It was not really easy to get front seat numbers for free.

"Really?! And who gave it to you?"

"Uh... S-soul gave it to me" Fiddling with her fingers and looking away from the wide-eyed critic, she was sure enough she's not any of the talented people surrounding her or more like Blair.

"Soul? Like... Soul Evans?" Slowly nodding, Blair suddenly closed her eyes and propped on her seat.

"Really? Oh... You must be special to him" A meek smile on her face, Maka slowly looked up on her. "No, we're just friends. I mean, we just share the same library" She awkwardly chuckled.

"Wait, you mean... He gave you a free seat because you both share the same library?" Slowly nodding once again, she feel like it was not the free seat that she's so shocked of anymore.

"Soul didn't do any of that to me... But I know, from the bottom of my heart, we had something since he composed a song for me and he was my dance during prom night but... I don't know... How about you?" Maka was confused yet was hurt from her words.

"About me, what?"

"How about you and Soul?"

"Uh... Nothing, we just share the same library"

"Oh... Well, he just broke up with me last two weeks ago and now... He's replacing me from someone whose... Excuse me from using this term, from a low class student" Blair flickered her eyes from her toes to her head as if she's looking on her with disgust.

Before she could say anything the curtains suddenly danced open, revealing a black-polished piano with a spotlight flickered on someone on the staircase.

He slowly walked on the piano and bowed for everyone, placing his flexed fingers he started playing.

'Never met someone so simple and free
Someone I should treat so beautiful,
I wish to be with you, everyday.
To feel how to be loved can be cool'

'Yes you are, you are, the one. The one'

'How can I say this?
I'm just as simple as any man could be
I don't wear clothes as fancy as this
But what i'd do for you to be mine'

'Never met someone so simple and free
Someone I should treat so beautiful,
I wish to be with you, everyday.
To feel how to be loved can be cool' The song ended with a piano piece and everyone bowed for him. And it was none other than Soul playing. Maka was astonished, and she was honored to be his classmate in the library. Soon, the event was rolling and rolling until Soul signaled her to come with him and when she did...

"Did you like it?" Smirking deviously, how she loved it when he does that.

"Yeah, it was really amazing. I mean... Really!"

"Oh! And Maka, I need to meet my brother you can go back and watch the show or something but wait for me on the fountain, okay?" Maka nodded with approval and Soul hurriedly walked away while looking over his wrist watch.

She went back on her seat and found out that Blair was finally glaring at her. "You know, it wouldn't hurt if you just tell the truth between you and Soul"

"B-but we aren't really dating or anything... He is just my friend"

"Just your friend? Come on, I saw the both of you talking earlier. I mean, the way he looks at you? How can he like someone like you? You look... Plain" Completely hurt from everything, she was sure as hell that she's gonna cry soon but not now.

"He is all yours if you want but maybe because some people don't judge easily"

"Excuse me? Are you saying that I'm judging you? I am not judging you, I am just telling the truth" Both rolled their eyes with each other. No one talking until the event ended, she was still thinking over everything. She was waiting for Soul for fifteen minutes, tired of waiting, she went to the ladies' room and observed her reflection.

"She's right... I'm plain, I'm not beautiful at all" Finally, a tear escaped her eye and then followed by another, she wasn't sure if she could handle anything of this.

"I mean... She's so... Plain and... Boring" Recognizing the voice, she hurriedly locked herself on the cubicle and eavesdropped on their talk realizing it was Blair.

"She said, Soul gave her a pass to have a front seat... Clearly, they have something. Soul would never give me anything like that if we're just... Library buddies"

"Yuck! That's gross. I saw her earlier, she's not pretty at all. They don't look good together at all" Another voice said.

"I know, Soul replaced me with someone so low. He changed, and her? I mean, her? Seriously, right?" Tears, tears, tears. It won't stop. Hurtful enough, she wasn't as pretty as a model. She is a simple Maka. Not beautiful Maka. Realizing that she's gonna encounter more on this, she decided to leave but not more when Soul was already there.