Hey, so I know you were all pretty excited about the whole Maka and Soul bonding stuff but I think it's time to start, somewhat, unraveling Soul's past. Maka isn't really even in the chapter but she is mentioned. So I'm just warning ya. ANYHOW, next chapter will be very Soul and Maka because I feel it's time. But yeah, this is a Soul chapter. Kay kids, enjoy!

Soul frowned to himself as he made his way back into his apartment and shook off the cold. It was Friday, finally, and he'd just dropped Maka off at school. He pulled off his gloves with numb hands before dropping them carelessly on the table that sat beside the front door. He didn't bother to take his shoes off as he made his way to his bedroom, but paused at the door.

His frown lessened as his gaze rested on the door beside Tsubaki's and Maka. Soul assumed Tsubaki had told Maka not to go in there since she never did, and he knew how curious she was. He stared blankly at the floor as he fished his keys from his pocket and fiddled through them to find one rusty, neglected key.

Hesitantly, he made his way toward the door that he only ever really approached on this day, every year. This was just his apartment before Tsubaki had moved in and he made it very clear that no one but him was to ever enter that room. He assumed she was confused for she never saw him enter. He wouldn't dare go in if someone else was in the apartment to witness it.

He pushed the key in the lock and flinched as he heard the lock click, indicating the door was open. The keys dropped to the ground and he rested his hand on the doorknob, but had yet to open the door. Finally, he reluctantly turned the knob and pushed the door open.

The room was dusty and freezing. Soul coughed slightly as he made his way into the room, shutting the door behind him. Cobwebs formed in the corners of the ceiling and a thick layer of dust was visible on the window sill.

A thick layer of dust had also collected on the top of the glorious grand piano.

Soul chuckled sadly as he imagined his parents reaction if they had saw what condition he let their gift to him get into. He shrugged as he chased the thought away. He didn't want to think about his parents right now.

He nodded to himself as he noticed he had closed the lid during his last visit. He didn't want any of the dust or insects to make their way inside the piano, no matter how much he despised the instrument. Gently, he ran his forefinger over the lid that covered the keys, wiping away some of the dust to expose its original black shiny surface.

With more confidence, his lifted the lid slowly to expose the black and white keys, and he couldn't suppress his smirk.

"Hello you beautiful bastard," Soul muttered fondly, yet his voice was strained.

He didn't bother to wipe the piano seat clean of the dust, because he simply didn't care. He spread his talented fingers over the keys, feeling more at ease as he did so. Swallowing thickly, he finally pressed down on the keys gently, sighing at the sound that came.

Soul played for hours, he played till sweat collected on his forehead and his fingers ached. His compositions were different than usual. Like always, he recorded the music he produced on the music scores that he kept in the music seat. His older compositions from previous visits on this day were collected in there also and he even compared the scores he produced just then to the ones he made so long ago. The reason his parents didn't try to stop him to leave, didn't shed a tear when he announced he wouldn't visit or that he even hated them, the reason was he wasn't good enough was for the music he so long ago produced.

His previous music was dark, sad and menacing. Yet the music he had composed today was less harsh. It was softer and kinder to the ears that heard them. He rose a brow as he came to the theory that maybe his compositions were influenced by his moods. Guess he just wasn't feeling… happy until now. He frowned as he closed the lid of the seat and sat back down in front of the now closed lid of the piano. Why would anything be different now? He was the same old bitter Soul who disliked human interaction except with a small handful of people. He lied to his friends every time they asked of his past and didn't give it a second thought. He was deceitful, secretive and unkind. Nothing had changed.

He assessed the last composition closely, squinting at the pattern in the chords he didn't recognise. They almost portrayed love. But that didn't make sense, his music reflected himself; that would mean…

Soul jumped from the seat, knocking the seat over and spilling music everywhere. He pressed a hand over his mouth as he stared in awe and the composition rested on the music stand of the piano. He ran his hand over his face and blinked, his blood pumping audibly in his ears.

No… I can't be…

"Soul?"

Soul whipped his head around sharply and stifled a groan. Tsubaki was home. He bent down to collect the music he's spilled as he called out to her.

"Yeah Tsu I'm in here, I'll be out in a sec,"

The surprise was clear in her voice. "Oh- You're in there? Wow, I-"

Soul chuckled as he made his way from the room and picked up his keys, locking the door behind him to meet Tsubaki's eyes. He laughed at his expression.

"Yeah, I usually go in there on this day. Usually I'd wait till I was alone, so…"

"Oh," Tsubaki responded in understanding. "That's why I never see you go in there!"

Soul laughed sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah…"

"So, you only go in on this day? So like… Once every year?"

Soul's lips pulled into a tight line, he looked away from her. "Yeah, only on this day."

Tsubaki seemed to finally pick up on his distress and held her hands up, her eyes mortified. "Oh my- I didn't mean to pry, Soul, I'm sorry! I jus-"

"Whoa, whoa, Tsu!" Soul laughed, though he did feel more at ease. "It's fine, really. I just don't really want to talk about it."

Tsubaki nodded in understand as Soul looked at his watch.

"I should go pick up Maka, I'll see you later kay?"

"Okay, drive safe."

"Always do."

Soul made his way rapidly from the apartment, closing the front door lightly behind him as he left behind a smiling Tsubaki.

Now she could express her surprise, Tsubaki's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open as she turned to eye the abandoned door in awe. She'd never heard such beautiful music in her entire life, she was even selfish enough to not announce her arrival until it was finished. She pressed a hand on her throat and breathed in heavily.

"Soul can play the piano?" she breathed in wonder, her indigo eyes resting firmly on the door.

So, yeah! Got some idea's about Sou's past and I want to go into it a bit cause Maka's stealing all the attention. So maybe Maka will be the one doing all the comforting soon? Never know. I might update this again today cause I need to get it down before I forget it. But taa for reading kids.