A/N: This one-shot was originally created for a creative writing assignment for my English class, but it was edited a bit for names and some scenes. The first time I wrote it I was like, "Wait this reminds of me Soul/Maka..." and so I published it here, heh.
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In a dimly lit piano room, with a wall of pictureless picture frames hanging blankly on the side, sat a boy with silver hair, dressed in a fancy red and black pinstriped suit hammering away on a polished black piano. Behind him stood a girl with honey blond pigtails, wearing a black coat and red plaid skirt, staring onto his back.
He paused for a moment, his hand still hovering above the keys. His visitor raised an eyebrow at his sudden behavior, a head tilting shyly to one side. A feeling of guilt swam through her. Did she interrupt him? Was she the cause of his sudden halt? She didn't mean to. She didn't mean to go in uninvited. She was just drawn to the music. But luckily, that wasn't the case.
"This is the kind of man I am," he suddenly spoke, clearly addressing it to her, and continued with his piece.
She heard him play a dark, twisted melody. His fingers gracefully pounded onto the ivory keyboard. Note by note, another madness, another musical masterpiece was born. She didn't know what magical powers possessed her to be so interested in such a tune, but nonetheless she was intrigued. Such a boy at his age to be able to play like Beethoven! She was absolutely awestruck.
Another moment passed by and by now, the young pianist decided to properly greet his visitor. He stopped completely, which made her frown slightly. It was so beautiful, she thought, why stop it? He flashed her a toothy, crooked smile as he wheeled around to face her. His bright, crimson eyes pierced into her green ones, ones that she could not avert. He held out a free hand, broadening his grin. "I'm Soul," he said in a cool, mature voice. "Soul Eater."
She looked at his lightly tanned hand. His nails were perfectly manicured, though you could make out the boyish qualities of his fingers. Which was a surprise since his toothy look said otherwise. She played around with a blond pigtail nervously as he continued to penetrate her soul with his crimson eyes. He looked oddly way too calm, way too cool, patient. She regained her composure and shrugged slightly. A timid smile appeared on her face as she placed her own hand into his.
"Maka," she replied. "Maka Albarn."
They shook, feeling the smoothness of each others' palm against their skin. They don't know what happened, but all of a sudden a rush of energy surged through them, their souls intertwining with one another. They both looked up to each others' eyes again, and smiled.
They were meant to be.
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A/N: Hoped you liked it. Review and all that jazz~