The Music of Our Hearts: Chapter Three:

Soul blankly pressed the keys on the grand piano in the lounge room in his house. He had his elbow resting on the end, making a long droning sound as his chin sat dully in his hand. With his other hand he pressed keys slowly and randomly with a bored and nonchalant expression on his face.

Inspecting where the dull droning was coming from, Wes approached, "What... are you doing?" He asked, making Soul jump in surprise resulting in an accord of keys to be hit.

"Nothing. I was just thinking..."

"Could you think more quietly?" Wes asked with an exasperated sigh.

Soul nodded, spinning back to face the piano, setting his attention back to the keys.

Wes sensed something was up and walked over, leaning on he side of the piano. "You okay?"

"Yeah..." He murmured quietly.

"I don't believe you." Wes said, eyeing him sceptically.

"Its just..." Soul pressed another monotone key, words not really working for him right now.

Wes sighed once again, rubbing his neck. "What? You know, you haven't eaten for a while now... Are you sick?" He asked as he took a step back, worried for contagion.

"I'm not sick you idiot." Soul snapped then sighed, quickly looking back to his keys.

"Then what-? Oh.." He chuckled lightly as a smirk crossed his lips. "Its that cute little blonde, huh?"

Soul glared at him from the corner of his eyes, "Its got nothing to do with her." He growled.

"I saw you chatting her up till the end of the party... at three in the morning. You never talk to people and by then you're usually tugging my arm, begging to leave." He said, the smirk not fading from his expression.

Soul frowned, remaining silent as he continued pressing monotone keys.

"Stop doing that. It's an insult to music." Wes muttered, rubbing his ear.

Soul huffed, looking up in thought, "I though love was a good thing... Why do I feel so yuck?"

"Cause you're not with her." Wes said simply as if he were now an expert on the subject.

"And I don't think I ever can be. She goes to Shibusen, she's too busy with schooling. She hardly even talked about anything other than her grades." He muttered, pressing another key just as Wes slammed the piano lid down. He only just managed to pull his hands away before his fingers would've been crushed. He looked at Wes slightly shocked but soon returned to his depressed state rather quickly with yet another sigh.

"Maybe I should go to Shibusen... I couldn't be her partner... I need to be a weapon for that.. but at least we'd see each other." He murmured, folding his arms on the piano lid, lying his head on his arms.

"What about your music? All that you've learnt?" Wes asked, both stunned and offended.

"I would still practice." Soul shrugged, indifferent on the matter.

Wes frowned, he didn't believe that claim... He knew how easily distracted Soul was... It didn't help that Soul was avoiding his gaze. "Fine. Do what you want." He said harshly, leaving the room and Soul to his thoughts.

It was later that day in the cool afternoon that Soul had found himself pacing outside now. The halls and rooms of the house felt too confining for such intense pacing. "Come on... She said I might be a weapon... and judging by her grades, who could be more experienced?" He continued pacing, chewing his nail before stopping at a tree, kicking it. He remembered something that Maka had told him when he asked how weapons discover their ability... Lots of stress, tension... He was feeling stressed and tense... Very. She also mentioned visualising the weapon helped... He thought of guns, nope. Swords, nope. Knives, daggers, axes. Nope, nope nope. He groaned in frustration, this wasn't working for him. He remembered something however. Death Scythe... Maka's father. Scythes are weapons too. He closed his eyes and focused as hard as he could on the image of a scythe.

Nothing.

"Argh! I can't believe this! Who was I kidding? I'm not a weapon." He let out a frustrated shout and punched the tree as hard as he could however he found that his arm was now stuck. He opened his eyes and would've fallen over hadn't his arm, now a red and black blade weren't lodged tightly in the tree. "Gah!" He tried to yank it out but it wouldn't budge. "WES!" He shouted, panicking a bit. "WES!"

Wes exited the house, looking around for his brother. "Stop shouting! What-" The sight of him made him stop in his tracks, seeing his brother with a massive blade protruding his shoulder. "What the hell happened?" He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"I'm stuck!" Soul muttered, pushing against the tree with his foot before toppling over. He wondered what would've happened had his arm turned back to normal... He didn't want to think about that..

Wes ran over, "You're a... You're a weapon."

Soul laughed a bit as his arm returned to its normal state. "Yeah." He grinned, "I'm going to Shibusen."