The Music of Our Hearts: Chapter Four:
Within the next forty-eight hours, a letter had been sent to the Evans' household from the DWMA requesting permission along with enrolment forms to enrol into Shibusen. It hadn't taken long at all for Lord Death to catch wind of the new presence of a weapon.
"I can't believe it...!" Soul said, holding the letter in both hands as he read it over and over. He wore an expression of pure joy and his hands trembled with nervousness... He looked to Wes who simply shrugged in reply, taking another sip of his coffee.
"Granny sure was please huh?" Soul said, trying to start a conversation with his brother who was obviously a little sour with him.
"Yup." He murmured over his coffee, hardly in a talkative mood.
Soul sighed, setting down the letter lightly. "I will practice you know... and write back home. A lot." He said although he didn't sound too sure... It was almost like he was trying to convince himself as well as Wes that he would do it.
Wes set down his coffee with a light sigh, "Sorry... You didn't choose to be a weapon.." He said, glancing to his brother.
"Yeah.." Soul looked down at his shoes. He felt great about being one... but at the same time he felt guilty that he would be leaving his family as well as his friends here... "Should we be going soon...?" He asked, looking to Wes who nodded, taking the last sip of his coffee, tilting the mug up high.
"Yeah. Let's go." He put the mug down in the sink and headed out, Soul following quietly behind him, picking up his bags.
They headed outside and Soul took a last look at his home. He wouldn't be able to come back for months at times... Only during the holidays would he be able to see his family. He followed Wes to the car, setting his bags in the boot before getting into the front seat and soon they were off.
Wes took Soul to the train station where they had their goodbye. Neither of them wanted it to be a long goodbye but it couldn't be helped. Wes made sure to stay until Soul was on the train and only left when the train was out of sight before he himself headed home with a feeling that the house was going to feel very empty...
Soul knocked on the door to Death Room inside of Shibusen. He rubbed his back, exhausted from the long walk up the front stairs out the front of the school and had already started thinking of ways to invent a pulley system to avoid that treacherous trek every single day...
The large pair of doors opened with a creak, revealing a large room, a mirror on the far end, blue painted walls with fluffy white clouds on it.. It messed with his head as he wasn't sure... but it seemed like the clouds were moving... There was a circular concrete platform and off that was sand, with wooden crosses sticking throughout it... He hadn't seen anything like it before...
On the centre of the platform stood the tall, familiar figure of Lord Death as he talked with a red haired man that Soul recognised as Death Scythe; Maka's father. Lord Death saw him and looked over, "Oh, Soul!" He always sounded over eager... "What a nice surprise that you will be joining our school. We only saw you a few weeks ago, and here you are again, a weapon." He said cheerily in his weird humorous voice as Soul walked over to the centre of the room.
"Oi..!" Death Scythe growled a bit, pointing at him, "You! You were that jerk that stole my Maka at that party!" He almost shouted, getting up in Soul's face, "What do you think you were doing taking her away from me?!"
Soul glared at him, leaning back slightly so that he wasn't so uncomfortably close. "What the hell are you talking about? I was just doing what she asked. She wanted to hide from you." He snapped back, his nervousness about this meeting quickly faded and turned into annoyance toward this man.
Soul's words however were like daggers that jabbed into him, making him step back in dismay. "So cruel..! Maka-chan is so cruel... Just like her mama..." He faded away in his sorrows to the other side of the room, sulking, sitting in a hunched position with his knees close to his chest with dark clouds looming over him despairingly.
Soul concluded this man had some serious issues...
Lord Death simply shook his head, "Spirit-kun is a pain..." He muttered and looked ot Soul, "Anyway... Because this is more or less the middle of the year, we don't normally accept any new students as it is often difficult to partner them up with someone, however, we had a student request permission that you join." He explained.
"Someone... requested me?" Soul asked, rather surprised to hear of that.
Lord Death nodded his confirmation. "Yes. Maka Albarn."
Death Scythe let out a strangled cry in reaction to hearing his daughter's name although Lord Death merely ignored him. "Word got around quickly that one of the Evans brothers were a weapon and well... Maka jumped straight to it and asked that you be enrolled."
"Why?" Soul asked with astonishment, hardly believing his luck that things would work out like this.
"She wanted to say.. "I told you so."...Or something." Lord Death tiled his head and shrugged his comical hands.
Soul wasn't able to tell if he was joking or not with how goofy he looked and acted and just stood there staring at him with a dumbfounded expression.
"...I'm not joking." He said as if able to tell what he was thinking based off his expression, staring at him blankly with his expressionless skull mask.
Soul nodded, "Right. Sorry.. Couldn't tell if you were.."
Lord Death continued to stare at him blankly. "This mask doesn't really have many expressions does it...?"
Soul shook his head, "Nope." He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his black and yellow hoodie.
A knock on the door broke their staring contest and they both looked over to see Maka walk in. Her hair was still in the same twin pigtails from the party although rather than that black dress she wore a long black coat with a yellow vest and white undershirt all underneath it as well as a red plaid skirt and buckled boots. Soul had to tear his attention off her as Lord Death greeted her.
"Hello Maka-chan." He said cheerily, making a peace sign with one of his oversized gloves.
"Hello Lord Death." She replied, just as cheery with the same peace sign.
Death Scythe practically leaped across the room in one bound, "MAKA!" He yelled as he attempted to give her a flying hug.
"Papa!?" She stepped back in surprise, "Why were you hiding in the shadows!?" She asked, horrified that her father was here.
Soul stepped between the two, catching the crazed man's death grip of a hug. "Oi, grandpa, get off me you creep." Soul hissed, attempting to pry him off.
"Ah!?" He jumped back, "What do you think you're doing!? Getting between me and my Maka? And what do you mean by grandpa?" He waved a pointed finger at him furiously as he continued his crazed rant.
Maka looked at Soul with surprise that he would just so calmly stand up to her dad, the strongest Death scythe. But then she remembered its her dad... and he's a moron.. Her expression turned dark the more she thought about it...
Death Scythe only stopped his ranting when Lord Death Shinigami-chopped his head, leaving him in a crumpled heap on the ground, blood spurting from his head in a rather comical fashion. "I'm trying to have a serious conversation here." Lord Death said at the unconscious heap that was Maka's father, although his statement was contradicted by his comical appearance.
Maka rubbed her forehead, sighing with exasperation and Soul looked to her, "You deal with this every day?" He asked, disbelieving.
Maka shook her head. "I really don't know how I do it... I'm planning on moving out as soon as I get a partner." She said to him.
"Maka...! Don''t leave me!" Death Scythe sobbed on the ground. "Don't leave me like mama, Makaaaaaa-!" He was cut short by another Shinigami-chop.
"Jeez Spirit-kun, keep it down. As I was saying..." Lord Death said, looking to the two. "Seeing how Maka requested your enrolment, and you're both lacking partners, why not you two become partners?" He suggested, clapping his hands together.
Soul looked back to Maka, "How bout it?" He grinned with his pointed teeth, giving her a thumbs up slightly.
Maka looked thoughtful, then saw her father looking up at her, pathetically sobbing. Her face shadowed and she looked to Lord Death. "Sounds good."
