I don't own Soul Eater - Only the plot.
He moved across the hallway ignoring the stares and gossips off the early incident. He had only just arrived and already had someone faint at the sight of him, no doubt the eyes. Usually he would have guessed the smile but he hadn't yet shown his shark like fangs to anyone since entering this hell hole of a school.
Sighing he found his way once again at the nurses office. He had no idea what pulled him towards this particular room, he admitted he was a little worried about the girl, but it couldn't be to this extent, he had only just met her.
The look on her face though, pale skin, big glinting eyes filled with tears… her eyes… it was like she wanted to run into his arms. The thing that surprised him most was the fact he had raced so fast towards her he didn't dare think about her touching the ground, but when she did it was like a pang in his heart. It confused him.
Everything confused him.
"Oh, I see you've met her!" He looked over his shoulders at the voice, placing his hands in his pocket leaning against the lockers. "She's pretty hm?" The sing-song voice drove him insane and he had only heard it.
The masked man looked, well, he assumed he looked towards him. "Who are you?" His faint British accent hung in the air.
"I'm hurt; I assumed we would become friends once you saw me." His hand cradled the back of his head in an itch. "I'm Death, you are my new soon to be student!" The faceless man reached out his over-sized hand.
He denied it immediately.
"Not interested." As he was about to turn the hand suddenly stiffened and hit his head causing a headache to burn through his head. Turning in disbelief he wanted to shout but instead found another man.
A man with crimson red hair and a frown for a mouth glared at him. "You have no choice, either way you will be compelled for your own reasoning's." A big foam hand which had caused his headache landed on his shoulder.
"Now, now spirit don't tell him too muchhhh." He rolled on the word while starring at his clenched face. He was getting pissed off at the oldies. "Maka, the girl that fainted, you will come to want her, protect her. You can even say it's in your blood." A growl erupted from the other man's face at that supposed statement. He couldn't have cared less, he just wanted out. No doubt they were just after his money.
Soul let out a long exaggerated sigh. "Like I said, not interested." He hadn't forgotten what might happen if he turned his back on them, so instead he took the easier route. He waited for them to leave first. Death was the first to leave on a note 'we'll see' and spirit still stood there like some angry cyborg. "Anyone ever tell you that you look exactly like the terminator?" Soul grinned at his expression and didn't think twice about walking around him.
He wasn't the threat. It was that masked man. It seemed like a good hour of ditching classes and avoiding his 'soon-to-be-teacher- that he came to another halt.
He looked at the white door ahead of him, he had done this seven times now without realising. He sighed scratching his head before placing his hands into his pocket out of habit.
Death had persisted of this happening, maybe he did care for her in some unknown way. He had never cared for anyone before, and he sure as hell hadn't felt this feeling of concern in a long time, but feeling this damn uneasy over a girl he had just met was just… ludicrous! Shit. He was overthinking again, something he hadn't done in years; his cool exterior wasn't for show. He literally couldn't be assed with dealing with things he didn't have to concern himself with. That girl – Maka, was defiantly no exception no matter what that masked man said.
So why did he keep winding up back at the nurse's door?!
He clenched his hand having an urge to hit the door out of frustration but instead reached for the already turning handle. He winced as it opened revealing long dirty blonde hair.
"S-Soul? Green eyes starred at him in awe. Him again?
"Wh-Who?" He stuttered for no reason he could think of, so much for cool exterior.
Arms latched around his neck before he could process the situation. The girl had clung herself onto him like her life depended on it, shaking against his skin his heart nearly stopped, nearly. "I thought you were gone…" He felt her face dig into his shoulder, the soft whispers following as people formed a rather large circle around them.
He couldn't handle this.
Gently he placed his hand on her shoulder ready to push her away, he obviously resembled someone she had lost, and he wasn't going to have her hopeful eyes tarnished when she realizes the reality later on. Better now than never. Sighing, he ran his free hand through his hair as the other pushed her back on her own two feet.
"Listen, I can tell you're upset over this Soul guy, but I'm not him. You need to get a grip before you seriously get hurt." He expected her to cry, to ball over in depression and run. She didn't though. Instead she stopped crying and instantly starred into his eyes with a killer intent that screamed hate. She pushed him causing him to hit the wall opposite.
"How funny, how hilarious! Tell me then, who pulled this well put prank together?" Her hands shot into the air pointing to everyone who had formed a circle in a demanding gesture. "Or was it just you!?" Her finger stopped at him, her eyes cold and stern.
Like hell this bitch would blame him for something she did. "Prank? You're the one that came onto me!" Her face bore a red stain at the accusation.
"We-Well why were you outside the nurse's office!" She made it into more of a statement then a question. How stubborn. He sighed ruffling his hair at the truth of it, statement or question she had a point.
"Because you fainted, I thought it was because I, well, looked different. Forget it." His feet moved away from her beginning a new direction. Hopefully one where she didn't follow.
"Wa-wait soul…" Her voice cracked, he could tell how desperate she was for him to be this guy. Old lover probably.
"My name's Chase. Chasseee!" He let the name roll on his tongue not even bothering to look at her. He had enough of this situation, no matter what face she pulled, no matter how her voice broke, no matter how obvious she was hurting. How obvious he was hurting. He would not live a lie for such a stubborn girl he had just met. She wasn't even his type!
Wait, why was he even hurting?
Sorry it took me awhile to upload it, I just got a new family member!
& of course I'm the babysitter.
Kudos on having me born last mother dear.