This was his last chance, he was finally going to find his Meister start a new life. He'd already made the call of ditching his last name, but he'd planned to do that from the very beginning. Being an Evans man no longer brought the same feeling of "power" as it once did so many years ago, even if he was only that just a short week ago.

He shook his head and sighed.

Now was not the time to be thinking like that, now was the time to get ready. People had already arrived, and at the time it was likely his Meister had already found a better, more worthy weapon partner. No, he had to keep his hopes up.

He reached into his bag and grabbed the first thing he'd felt. He pulled it out of the bag and took a look at his favorite red and black suit, perfect. He changed quickly and made his way slowly up the steps. He wasn't sure how many people would be around, and running up there in a hurry would only make him look desperate. Then he realized something, there would be people up there. Judgmental cruel, mean spirited people. How would he be able to tell his Meister apart from all of the rest? He'd just have to find out.

"Calm down, once you find your Meister you'll know. Remember, you will find your Grigori angel.", a voice chimed in his head.

"What's a Grigori angel anyway?", he sighed to himself.

No answer, of course.

He ran a hand through his messy hair, assuring himself that looks wouldn't matter to his Meister, and proceeded up the stairs. The halls were deserted, there was no sign of life anywhere. He found Sid wandering around near the door, messing with a few decorations on the wall that he'd failed to notice before.

"Hey Sid what's up?", he called.

"Oh, I'm setting a few things up for the gathering later, aren't you supposed to be outside with all of the others?", he replied, nearly falling off of his miniature ladder that was leaning up against the wall.

"I don't know. Why is everyone out there, shouldn't they be in here or something?"

"No, this is the mash up of the weapon and Meister pairs, this is the morning people will scatter and search for their Meisters. Once they find them, they go to the ball room on the other side of the school, I'm not surprised I haven't heard Black*Stars voice in here for a while."

Soul panicked, what if he went outside and nobody was there? What if everybody had found a Meister or weapon partner already. It was settled, he was doomed.

He sighed, taking a deep breath.

Sid must have sensed how nervous he was, "Hey kid, don't worry about it, not everybody finds a Meister on the first day. We're not gonna kick you out just because you don't have a Meister, instead of full on training we can stick you to something easy, like souls and stuff."

Soul nodded, taking another deep breath and heading out the door. He panicked, he had been right, nobody was outside.
Nobody except Black*Star, talking to a strange girl. He took a few steps closer, as her details became a big clearer. She was wearing a brown jumpsuit with the word "Weapon" written on a name tag taped to her chest. She had long dark raven hair pulled back into a pony tail, trailing down her back. She looked kind, she had wide purple eyes and a charming face.

"Yo Soul!", Black*Star screamed at the sight of his friend.

"Hey Black*Star.", he replied, joining the two.

"Tsubaki, this is Soul. Soul, this is Tsubaki, she's gonna be my weapon partner! Yahoo!", Black*Star screamed, resuming another warrior stance.

"This is seriously his partner?", Soul thought, taking a look at the girl who seemed much too sweet to be paired up with an arrogant assassin such as Black*Star. Then again, Black*Star did get easier to be around. He had to give him that.

"Nice to meet you.", Tsubaki smiled.

"Sup.", Soul replied, trying to maintain his cool, in an attempt to somehow not "frighten" the girl. She couldn't really be so fragile could she? He didn't want to take the chance for now.

"So Soul, have you found your Meister yet?", Black*Star asked, placing curious fists to his sides.

"Not yet, I woke up a little too late. You don't think all the good Meisters are taken do you?", he asked, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"No way! The parties just getting started! Let's go! I can't wait anymore, I have to show off my weapon!", Black*Star chanted, making Tsubaki slightly red around the cheeks, following him inside. Soul reluctantly followed, figuring he'd might as well stick around in case Black*Star was in too far over his head.

They took a step inside, still not noticing anybody nearby.

"Black*Star where is everyone?", he asked.

"They all left when I made my grand entrance, I guess my godly power was too much for them!", he insisted.

"Well alright.", Soul sighed, knowing very well asking was hopeless.

"Maybe they're all in the ballroom, or maybe a few of them just got lost, that's all.", Tsubaki chimed in, following close behind Black*Star.

"With a big star like me around it's pretty hard for people to get lost Tsubaki, they can follow me if they're lost! I'm always there for people like that, no sweat!", Black*Star insisted once more, breaking into another, different warrior pose.

Tsubaki smiled, Soul noticed. It became a little easier to see why Tsubaki partnered up with him, Black*Star wasn't the quietest, or smartest person, but no matter the circumstances he was a sturdy Meister. Someone to lean on, who'd accept a person no matter what. He had to admit, that was pretty cool, but he needed a level headed Meister. Someone who wouldn't drive him absolutely mad. He only feared for Tsubaki.

"Aha! The ballroom!", Black*Star chimed up, running across the hall into a supply closet.

"Black*Star! That's not the ballroom!", Tsubaki sighed, following him.

Soul sighed, knowing very well if he'd followed them any longer he'd end up lost, or so late that all of the Meisters would in fact be gone before he even got the chance to show up.

He took a few steps down a long, narrow hallway. There were a couple doors on the left and the right, they looked like classrooms. Soon he came across a set of stairs, figuring exploring would be better than wandering around like an idiot until he stumbled upon the ballroom, or in Black*Stars case, a supply closet.

He paused when he noticed a wide set of brown double doors. They somewhat reminded him of home, his curiosity couldn't help but peak. He had to find out if it looked the same on the inside. A part of him hoped it would be the ballroom, with his Meister waiting for him patiently. The other part of him told him it wasn't so, but insisted he'd enter anyway. He did, there was no sense in arguing with himself. He'd lose either way, so he opened the doors silently and took a step in.

The room wasn't anything like he'd expected at all, it was fairly small, and a big more elegant than he'd realized. There were a few end tables, and a couch around, but that was basically it. He shrugged it off, when something that almost made the room look small in comparison, caught his eye. His eye glistened at the sight of the grand piano. It'd been a while since he'd played on his free will, he slapped himself silly when he thought, for a moment, that he'd forgotten what it sounded like.

"What the hell. Not like anyone's around.", he smirked a bit, taking a seat at the piano.

It took a while for him to process what he was about to do. He knew one of the main reasons he'd run away to this strange place in the first place was the fact his parents had forced him to play the piano against his own will so many times in the past. What was the point of running, if he was just running to the same thing? No, it ran deeper than that, he knew it. He shook the thought of his head, raising his hand to the white polished teeth of the piano. It was stunning, it practically called to him.

Just as he was about to touch the first key, a voice interrupted the silence from behind. He panicked, nearly jumping at the sound of the girls voice. He could tell it was a girl, he didn't need to turn around.

"Hello.", she said in a half small, half excited voice.

"Hi.", he mumbled, afraid to turn around.

"What's your name?"

"Soul Eater.", he hesitated, unsure if he'd made the right choice in replying.

"Of course you made the right choice, why wouldn't you answer her?", he thought, kicking himself once more.

"I'm Maka Albarn, Meister.", he didn't need to turn around, to tell she was smiling.

"Weapon.", he sighed.

"Were you about to play?", she pointed to the piano.

"Yes..", he hesitated, "I mean, no."

"Can I hear you?", she asked, racking his nerves.

"No, I don't play.", he lied, his tone becoming a bit harsh.

"Why not?"

"It's nothing you'd expect.", he frowned, knowing very well if he played the only thing that would amount from the instrument would be a dark, sinister tune that would frighten her.

"Please?"

"Please? Seriously?", he thought.

"I don't think you'd like it.", he sighed, fighting himself as his eyes began to wander behind him. He caught a glimpse of her, she was definitely a girl.

"What makes you say that?"

"Why wouldn't I? What makes you think you'd like it?", he growled.

"I just want to get to know you better, I thought maybe if you'd play It would help me.", she sighed in defeat.

There was a moment of silence.

"This is the kind of person I am.", he sighed, reaching for the piano.

As soon as he'd hit the first note, he realized he'd made a mistake. There was no way she'd want to be his Meister after what he'd just done. He should never entered the room,his foul attitude and his terrible playing would only push her away. No matter what his grandmother said, he knew it was only a matter of time. They would all give up on him eventually, and he'd never find the one he calls his "Grigori Angel".

A few more notes, the dark, malice melody erupted through the piano, he could no longer feel the girls presence as he was lost in his playing. The four minute piece took all of the strength out of him, though it felt amazing to feel such freedom just by playing an instrument, the same instrument that had caused him so much pain in the past.

He stopped as soon as it was over, though for some reason the play hadn't left him drenched in sweat from head to toe this time. He had no explanation for that, except maybe the fact he'd been well rested, and he wasn't as angry as he'd been so many other times. He looked behind him, ready to find himself alone, or the girl staring at him with a blank, frightened face. Worst case scenario she'd be crying and possibly slap him. What? It could happen.

Every part of his body was rattled when he turned around.

"I like it.", she smiled.

He felt as if he could collapse right then and there, but instead he just smirked. this time he got a clear look at her.

She wasn't anything like he'd expected, instead she was a bit more, intriguing, maybe? He couldn't find the right words. She had creamy, tan skin and long thin legs. A black and red plaid skirt hugged her hips, falling halfway down her thigh. She was wearing a yellow sweater from the bit of her stomach that he could see covered, but the rest was covered by a black button up trench coat, with sleeves that stretched down to her wrists. Her hands were covered with large white gloves. She definitely didn't look like any girl he'd ever seen. She even had two tan pig tails in her hair, hanging down to her shoulders and big green emerald eyes.

"You like it?", he asked, hiding the red in his cheeks.

"Yeah, it was dark, but something about it was really amazing.", she smiled.

"T-Thanks.", he hesitated, still mesmerized by the fact she'd actually listened, and now she was telling him she liked it? No, she even called it amazing. Either he was dead, or he was having one of the best dreams of his lifetime.

"Do you have a Meister?", she asked, pointing to his name tag.

"No, I haven't seen anybody around so far.", he sighed.

"I don't have a weapon, I can't find anybody either. Last time I checked they were outside but now they're just, gone.", she laughed a bit, rubbing the back of her heads.

"What do you say?", she asked.

"Huh?", he asked in return.

"Partners?", he smiled, holding a hand out.

Something about it felt right. It was as if there was a force pulling his hand up for him, taking control of his body until all he could do was watch, though he didn't feel like fighting. He was surprised at how willingly he'd held out his hand, and shook hers.

"What are you kids doing in here?", a voice called. It was Sid, "This room is off-limits at the moment, aren't you supposed to be in the ballroom with all the other kids? Where are your partners?", he tapped his foot impatiently against the ground.

"I found my partner, don't worry.", she smiled, pointing a thumb down at Soul.

He looked up at her, then back at Sid.

"Well, alright. Come with me you two, welcome to the academy.", he released his angry foot, leading them both out of the room.

Soul remained silent, all he could do was stare at the girl standing next to him. The closer she got the more and more open he felt himself begin. Even if it wasn't cool, he wasn't in control at the moment. The minute he shook hands with the girl, Maka Albarn, he felt a part of himself slowly surrendering to her. He knew that would be a problem in the future, but for now he was willing to cooperate. Something about her drew him in, that feeling in the back of his mind he couldn't quite place.

"I can't wait to turn you into a death scythe.", she whispered, getting slightly closer.

He looked at her.

"Once I make you into a death scythe, I'll finally have created a weapon stronger than my dad.", she raised her fists in front of her chest, surprising Soul by the way she spoke. She was definitely strong headed, there was no doubt about that. He'd kill for one little peek at her soul right now.

He didn't reply, he knew if he had there was a good chance she wouldn't be listening. The state of mind she was in seemed to be that of self assurance, she clearly wasn't speaking directly to him. Whatever the case, he nodded and flashed a wide, toothy grin. She smiled to herself.

A feeling swelled up in his chest as she spoke. He'd never felt this way around somebody before, he couldn't place it. It was like a mixture of nervousness, and the inner insanity becoming quite territorial, slightly afraid. The words repeated over and over in his mind like a broken record.

She was his Meister.

He repeated it.

She is his Meister.

Again.

"She is my Meister.", he smirked silently to himself, "Cool."

He felt it again.

This feeling, was definitely going to take a long, long, very long time to understand.


~Fin~


The End, I think we all know what happens next though.

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