Authors Note: For those that don't know by now, Soul can read, hear, Maka's thoughts and do so better if their souls are resonating. Maka can at times feel Soul's emotions, experiencing them herself. I don't feel like sharing my excuse for why I couldn't update, but thankyou readers and those who comment. Enjoy. Please excuse all errors, randomess and other crap.

Disclaimer:No I do not own Soul Eater. I own this fanfic instead and my OC.

Summary:The bad boy,the bookworm,the conceited nuisance,the social butterfly,the Thompson duo, and the symmetry obsessed freak. Just when you think you have a grip on life, it breaks. You can't always get what you want in life, but we try anyway. SxM


"Wake up Soul!" The blonde chimed happily as she poked her head into Soul's bedroom before stepping out.

Like a zombie, he rose from his bed in a sitting position, arms extended parallel to the other. He even managed to groan like one. He was sleepy and so, he yawned…before falling back into in bed in the position he had been in before. He slept once more. It wasn't until two minutes later that Maka reentered the room.

She watched him lay there seriously out cold. Sophie had warned her, and it had been just as she said. Maka smiled, really annoyed on the inside. She walked over to the bed and sat there watching as the boy drooled with a smile. She found herself like that for a while. "Wake up, Soul." Her words of course hadn't worked. She leaned over him to reach his ear. "Soul~" Her voice was sweet. Her face showed of irritation.

"…Maka."

Leaning over him may not have been the best choice. That is, if she hadn't wanted to find herself trapped firmly in his arms. He brought her close in his tight hug, and wouldn't let go! "Soul!" He wouldn't budge. She…blushed uncontrollably. Oh how would she get herself out of this one? She didn't like this one bit. This wasn't like Soul at all. If only he'd been aware of the situation. If only…Maka definitely wasn't liking this. She furrowed her brows in frustration as she felt her heart beating. It would probably be better if she had not thought of the possibilities, if he had been awake or woken up at that time.

"…Maka I…"

Eh? Maka blinked.

"Please just…"

Soul? Wow, he seriously talks in his sleep? Oh, she wouldn't forget this. She suddenly felt amused.

It was then that his arms broke free, and free she was to go and escape swiftly out of the room with embarrassment. She went to finish breakfast, while Soul still appeared to be asleep. He appeared to be asleep, but this hadn't been the case. Once again he rose up from his bed looking pink in face. This time he was awake and realized his actions. Soul hung his head and inwardly cursed at himself. What would Maka be thinking right now? What if she knew? He stared at closed door for what seemed like a long time and jumped when he heard his name called minutes later.

"Oh, so you can cook I guess." He spoke lazily pretending to still be sleepy. He took a seat at the table and laid his head down.

"Well, what did you think?"

"Everything you touched in the kitchen became burnt, even the silverware—just kidding!"

He saved himself a 'Maka Chop!', and she had been prepared for one. He began sipping down some milk.

"Hey Soul, wanna go somewhere today?"

"Hm? Like where?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure there's some cool stuff in town."

"Why do have to go?"

"You don't, I was just asking as all!"

"Calm down hot-head, I'll go."

"Really?"

He sighed.

"Sure, I guess."

"But hey, was there any place you wanted to go?"

"Not really." He said in a cool tone.

" Nowhere at all?"

"Don't worry about it. Where ever you decide to go is fine. If I have an idea, I'll let you know alright."

"Can I go shopping?"

"No."

"I didn't say it would be for clothes."

"But, you meant it," he retorted back.

"I went shopping yesterday though."

"You're point is?" Maka couldn't find a good reply.

"Whatever."

Soul smirked, happy that he'd won.


The scene was lively.

"Look there's a crowd! What's going on over there?"

"Maybe there's a concert. Is there some kind of sign or poster somewhere?"

"Um—oh there's one! It says 'Arts Festival'. I guess today is special."

"…"

"Hey Soul, is something wrong?" He had stared off toward another direction and wouldn't break his gaze.

He couldn't leave her alone. So would he bring her along?

"Hey lets go over there Soul!" She cut off his thoughts and dragged him over to the festive crowed. There was music, dancing and merchandise along with food sold in stalls. Citizens populated much of the area making it much more difficult to navigate through. Still they managed to find an ice cream cart after some time spent looking around. Maka used the opportunity to treat Soul to some knowing he wouldn't object. Later they retreated to a bench in a quieter area not too far from everyone else. There, they ate their ice cream in peace.

"Well, that was a lot of walking, huh Soul?"
"…"

Maka figured his mind had been somewhere else. She traced the direction of his red eyes. They fell on a shiny black limousine that just pulled up. The driver stepped out and opened the back door for a tall figure to exit. She looked back over to Soul who was well into his frozen treat. She was just getting started. "Let me know when you've finished your ice-cream." His voice was unexpected and startled her.

She nodded. She got the feeling she should hurry and finish too.

Once they did, he stood up and walked off meaning for her to follow. They crossed the street to a theater. Maka had never been inside before. She asked Soul who replied the same. Why were they going inside? The blonde couldn't help but circle around taking in the scenery once they stepped inside. It appeared that Soul had been looking at listing posted on a wall. He studied it silently as Maka walked over to examine herself. Unfortunately for her, her efforts were cut off by the voice of a woman.

"Excuse me can we help you?" She was dressed professionally in black attire.

"Actually, you can." Soul spoke in a cool tone as always. "There's a performance to be done here by a man named Evans, correct?"

"Yes, you are correct. Did you plan on buying tickets? We just finished setting up the counter."

"No, I actually would appreciate it if you could pass on a massage for me. That is, you weren't kind enough to let me pay him a visit myself."

"I'm not sure if I can do that, sir. Please tell me your name."

"Soul Eater."

"Soul Eater?"

"It's not a joke, really."

"Alright then…" The woman eventually left the room. The two waited in the quiet before taking a seat on a bench. Maka waited next to Soul feeling that he wasn't in the mood for questions, despite his calm demeanor. The woman came back and motioned the two to follow her.

They went through a door obviously not meant for normal visitors, and proceed down red carpeted hallways until they reached another door. "Straight through there," the woman instructed. The floors there were wooden and the place was barely lit and filled with equipment. Far out was a large lit area.

"Can we open the curtains just a bit?"

At center stage was a tall man who had just spoken. He had hair white as snow and noticeably blood red eyes. At his command the curtains had slid apart drawing red creases closer.

"It's been a while Wes." Soul stepped into the light, hands in his pockets.

The man turned acknowledging the boy's presence. He smiled.

"It certainly has, hasn't it?"


MAKA

The two had known each other? Were they somehow related? She took a few steps further and the lights fell on her as well. The stage was huge enough to intimidate her a little. The two looked at her at once causing her to feel more nervous. The taller of the two walked over to her and extended a hand.

"Wes Evans. And you are?"

"Maka Albarn."

"Pleasure to meet you Ms. Albarn. Although you may be aware, I'm a sibling of Soul."

"Sibling? You're his brother?" She looked at Soul and back to Wes repeatedly.

"Yes."

"Soul?"

"It's true. My name is Soul Eater Evans."

"Evans?"

"Yes. Our family is fond of music and well known for our talent. I play violin. Your friend over there would play the piano."

"Wait a minute. Could it be that you're that famous musician, Wes Evans?"

"Yes, it's true."

"No way! Soul, how come you never told me?"

"Why should I have? Wes, was telling her all that necessary?"

"If you hadn't wanted her to know brother, then why bring her along? Could it be that you two were on a date before? I'm sorry if I interfered with any activities you were taking part in."

"No, it was nothing like that. Why would I even be interested in someone as plain looking and boring as her?" He said this so casually.

"Is that so?" Wes took a stand of her hair and brought it to his lips. "Then you wouldn't mind if I take her off your hands?" Maka blushed madly. He wasn't serious right?

"Wes, you pervert!"

"It's quite alright brother. I was only joking."

"Well you had to have been…With someone like her after all."

"…"

"Hey!"

"What?" He snapped back.

"Soul, I'm sure you know you shouldn't be so rude to a lady. Don't tell me you left your manners back at home."

It was then Maka had a thought.

"Wait a minute, why exactly does Soul live here? And by himself?"

"Well the answer is simply that—."

"I know how to answer things for myself."

"Very well."

"The answer's simple Maka, I just wanted to take a break from the lifestyle. A long break."

"Even if you're rich?"

"You can be wealthy and be not happy," Wes added with a blank expression. Maka supposed that this could really be true, but was he happier now?"

"Are you happier here? With me and everyone else?"

"…"

She stood waiting. He walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. Then came his crooked smile.

"Of course! I'd moved back a long time ago, if I wasn't happier. Also, I wouldn't have me you, and have been terrorized so much." He hadn't only be terrorized by Maka.

She giggled flashing a smile of her own.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that. Soul, I have something to give you, but before that—"

Soul raised a brow.

It wasn't long before the two were positioned at separate areas of the stage. Soul at a piano, while Wes stood at the center facing the numerous seats. Maka watched anxiously. Unexpected butterflies filled her stomach. It was funny. She hadn't felt nervous a moment ago. Looking over at Soul, she found his head inclined down. Were his hands trembling above the keys? Wait, hasn't this happened before? I wonder if he's okay.

"Don't worry I'm fine. I was just thinking. Ready when you are Wes." It was as if he'd answered her thoughts directly.

Wes nodded and motioned his bow across the stings of his instrument. It was beautiful. The sound of piano keys followed. The blonde's eyes closed.

She imagined musical notes emitting from both instruments and swiftly filling the theater's space. This tone had been much different from the sound she heard when Soul played for her. The sound she was hearing had a more upbeat and organized sound. It started off slow and eased its way to a quicker pace. Maka had never listened to such a musical combination. And despite the unsure thought of violin and piano together, their playing was magnificent. Who would have thought it would have sounded so well? She listened attentively and made effort to enjoy every note she heard, knowing she would never hear this song again. The thought made her sad, though she quickly brushed it away. Before she knew it, the song had been over.

"Well, I hope you enjoyed our piece played just for you miss Albarn. It was also nice to play along with Soul, just like we used to."

"Thank you."

"You're very welcome. Sad to say, but I'm afraid I cannot spare anymore time. It was nice to meet you Maka."

"It was nice to meet you too, Soul's older brother."

"Soul, I'll be stopping by your apartment later."

"Sure." Soul reunited with his blonde friend at the other end of the stage.

"Ready to go Soul?" She began walking ahead on her own. Turning around she found the older of the two boys whispering words to Soul. The sound of course had been inaudible to Maka. Soul reacted by punching Wes in the shoulder in a brotherly fashion and muttered a few words. With a slight wave he turned and joined Maka. Wes waved as the two exited the theater.

The sun was still out and shining. Maka was unsure of what to do now. She asked Soul where he'd wanted to go then. "There's an arcade not too far away. You owe my so you're paying," he said shamelessly.

"…Fine."

"They've also have laser-tag and other stuff. You want to try it out? It's all on you after all." He was enjoying this.

"It's funny how you can pay for it all yourself, yet I am." She did feel relieved that she could make up for what happened yesterday and his passed birthday however.

"Yes, it is funny isn't it?" He tugged on a strand of her hair walking ahead.

Maka was reminded that Soul did very well care for her, even if he acted like a jerk. She remembered last night. Somehow like a dream…He'd said he would protect her. Remembering was complicated. She sped her pace and caught up to Soul and crossed another street. Despite her misery to come, she felt happier.


...... *evil laugh*