ENTRANCING
Chapter 1: What Hurts the Head

I do not own Soul Eater.
Although I wish I did.

As promised, I made a "sequel."
You don't get it?
Now it's somewhat like Part 2 of the story with Entrancing as the "title."
And may be a change of the tide since it's KIMA…
But it's still one story. Just see how it proceeds. = 3
Don't hate, SoMa fans. ^ _ ^ v

Summary: Golden eyes. A rare color to see. Enlightening to her mind. Entrancing.

Forgive me if this part starts slow.
I just have to have an appropriate start but the pace will quickly change. = )


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I watch the two of them argue with each other.

Knowing their different relationship, I wonder how this will turn out.

I cannot help but be curious even though I was watching from the outside through the window.

After a few angry words, it came to threats over necks.
I have never seen them argue this way.

Then the world seemed to stop.
No.
I realized they are just staring at each other's eyes.

There is just silence that I fear my heartbeat could be heard.

Then they stopped their threats.
No one showed reluctance.
They had agreed on something somehow.

Is that really how they argue?
Fight and then becoming like friends again?

I wonder why the fight stopped.
I do not want it to end.

Then I hear a cat's meow.
I turn my head around to see a familiar cat.
Blair.

She is smiling and clapping.

The two who fought give a crooked smile to each other.

Then one of them goes out of the building.

It really seems that this one won the argument.
He isn't grinning but the fire in his eyes shows determination and hope.

And it is so appropriate to call it a fire with his red eyes.

.

Thinking back to that moment, how did Soul manage to convince Spirit, Maka's father?

Now Soul and Maka are together.
They are not even holding hands in the public, but it is obvious that they are close.

Am I having some regrets?
Should I have told her about my feelings?

I guess I do not have the courage to say it while staring at her green eyes.
But what would happen if I tell her?

Won't she give me a chance?
Chance is what I want for now, I decide.

Even if that white-haired boy with the asymmetrical teeth and crimson eyes is near.

Am I holding a grudge against Soul?
It isn't his fault that I look different.

And that I love symmetry.
Nobody just sees order in my way.

But right now, my thoughts are not coming in an orderly way.
Am I getting addled?

Maka Albarn.
I finally agree to myself.
She's making me different.

.

I remember the time when she smiled with Liz and Patty while they were shopping for clothes.

I like seeing her with a smile.
There's something in a smile that fits her face.

"Kid."
I look up to see the annoyed face of Liz.
"We'll be late for school."

School?
What sch-
Oh, Shibusen.
The school where Maka learns things as a meister.
The place where I first talked to her.

Right from the start, I saw an intelligent glint in her eyes.
I knew she was a disciplined and balanced girl.

Right now, the word beautiful has been added to my list of words that describes her.

"Unbelievable," Liz mutters.

I realize I had dropped my head to think again.
"Sorry, Liz."

I know it was impolite or maybe a bad manner.
I decide to stand up and go for the exit.

Liz follows me silently.
Along my way, I notice that Patty isn't anywhere near us.

Then I find her lying on the floor, her hands busy with coloring a paper.

I look at the paper, not minding her childish hums, and see a figure of a giraffe.

"Patty, we're going," Liz says.
"Haaaiiiii~"

Patty stands up and leaves her incomplete giraffe.
"Where are we going?" Patty asks.
"Shibusen, okay? You guys are so weird," Liz mutters.

I continue to stare at the paper Patty had left on the floor.
It is like my mind has something to say.

I know Patty loves giraffes.
But why did she just leave this one without even complaining?

What about me?
Should I also be like that when I leave something I love?
Of course, but I always have the want to visit symmetrical places again.

But what if it is a person I love that I had to leave?
Maka Albarn.
Should I be like Patty whenever I needed to go home already, walking away from her?

No, I will no-

"Kid, is something bothering you?" Liz asks.
I shake my head and look up.

Why was I staring at Patty's work?
It isn't even adorable.

I take the lead and am the first one to go out of the mansion.
Suddenly, I am excited to be in Shibusen already.
I wonder why.

.

I love my Father very much.
He still managed to keep Shibusen symmetrical in the outside even with its over energetic students.

I hear Black Star fighting with another student.
Patty beside me is giving him a moral support.
Liz just gives a sigh.

I continue to walk to my classroom, not wanting to be late and be told to stand outside and wait.
I prefer sitting in a chair comfortably while noting interesting topics.
Even if there is the occasional dissection by Professor Stein.

I enter the room and quickly see my seat occupied by the flattened face of Soul.
My eyes move a little to the side and see Maka holding a mighty book.

Come to think of it…
Have I ever experienced being Maka-chopped?
Why am I wanting to know the feeling?

"Kid, you're on the way," Patty says.

I grunt half-consciously and step towards my seat.
How long have I been standing by the door?

And as I approach my seat, Soul and Maka look up at the same time.
I find my eyes switching my vision to those scarlet eyes then to those emerald eyes.

"Kid, this is your seat, right?" Soul asks.
"Baka," Maka insults. "We have been classmates for so long and you still don't know?"
"Whatever, Maka."
"Let Kid sit or else I'll do it again."
She emphasizes her last statement with her hand tapping her book.

"Not so rash…"
Soul hurries to his seat, to the left of Maka's own seat.

I can't believe how his life could be controlled by a simple book.
A Maka-chop must be painful.
I shake my head a little at my thoughts.

Then I take my seat and sit comfortably.
"Forgive Soul, please?"

I look beside me and see the face of Maka.
Is she really my seatmate?
Why is it that it's only now that I am thinking about the fact?
It has never bothers me before.
It has never affected me.
Why am I smiling now?

Then I remember that I have to think of an answer to Maka's plea.
What was it again.
'Forgive Soul, please?'

Hmm?
What had Soul done wrong to me?
I do not see it as a grave matter that he had his face on my seat.

It will be easy to forgive him for that simple fault.
"I forgive him?"
Ah! I said it in an awkward way.
Perhaps I was influenced by my father's weird voice.

Maka raises an eyebrow and nods to herself. "Yeah…"
"I meant it," I say lamely. "I mean it isn't a big fault at all."
Do I really speak this way?
My voice must be horrible compared to Maka's voice.

"Kid, are you okay?"
I give her a strange look.
"You don't seem to be yourself."

"Uhh…"
Why am I now affected by the fact that I'm talking to her?

"He's been like that since the morning," Liz says behind me.
"Perhaps he had a bad dream," Patty suggests.
"Or maybe he saw a beautiful lady."
I hear Soul laugh.

But everything seems to be a blur in my eyes and ears.
I think I saw a hand waving before my face.

"Now you have to forgive me, Kid."
Why did Maka say that?

I guess I am not given the chance to think about it.

The last thing I saw was a pair of emerald eyes before my face hits the desk in front of me.