A/N: Possibly my longest one! Thanks to those who've subscribed to these silly oneshots. Please review if you can! =)

To write like an Evans

Contrary to popular belief (and some proven theories), Soul can actually write flawlessly. However, he does choose to hid this fact behind a facade of what he believes is 'cool', writing in cursive not being one of them.

Coming from a family that are believed to have been well versed in older customs, Soul was what he believes to be 'unfortunate' in the regard of being taught how to write correctly so as to imitate a higher sense of intellect and skill in even the simplest tasks of the day.

Before attending Shibusen, Soul had mastered (like many Evans before him), calligraphy and proper penmanship skills from special tutors as well as his ownbrother, Wes.

However, after his entrance into the Academy, Soul found that modern day customs believed that most boys his age had sloppy and dirty handwriting (with the exception of one, Death the Kid) and thus the beginnings of what was now an unreadable Soul, both on paper and personality, was born.

But, one day his secret was found out by a certain magical cat and meister.

Soul was out with the guys for the day, leaving Maka and Blair at the apartment alone. Needed to straighten a few things out in her weapon's room (something she had done regularly), the Grigori politely asked her other roommate to help move furniture around. Blair, being the kind woman she was, agreed immediately; turning into her human self (safe the skimpy clothes) and joining Maka in her tasks.

They'd moved everything except for the bed and Blair was removing a few bits and pieces from under it. Suddenly, she came across a book.

"Nya! What's this?" she questioned to herself, casually flipping to a random page. Then, noticing what was written, her eyes widened, "Oh, my!"

This got Maka's attention as she put down some random comic books and quickly shuffled to the cat's side.

"What's that Blair? You know we shouldn't be going through his stuff, I only want it…clean…" She trailed off, gaze intend on the book within Blair's grasp.

What were written on each page were short paragraphs about music, some actually sheet music, others about certain songs. What was actually surprising was the beauty in which each sentence was made.

Perfectly crafted curves and dips for each letter that looked like it should be part of a journal document from yester year were seen to have been written, and by hand.

Snatching the book from Blair, Maka took a closer look at each description and tried to come up with a reason why Soul would keep a book like this. Writing it off as if he'd stolen it from his brother or something, she went to close the book and return it to it's position when a cursive signature came into view.

It seemed as though it belonged to Soul, with a curly 'Soul Evans' written just underneath his first entry. What made her smile was the fact that he'd crossed out the 'Evans' part and on top wrote 'Eater' instead, accidently dripping a bit of ink at the end.

"Wow…" Breathed Maka, "I had no idea he could write like this," she scrunched her nose up, "why then would he choose to write so…messily?"

"Maybe because it ain't cool," a new voice called from the doorway.

Letting out a gasp of surprise, both Maka and Blair turned towards the source of the voice. Finding out they'd been caught, the girls decided that their feet were more interesting for the time being.

"Why were you going through my stuff, guys?" Soul sighed, walking over to take back his notebook from Maka, eyeing each of them off like he was berating children.

"It was Blair's fault Scy-Soul! Blair found it under your bed, nya!" Blair replied honestly, gaze turning pleadingly before the scythe.

"It was my fault too, Soul," murmured Maka, looking anywhere but at her partner, "I was curious…" she trailed off again, wringing her hands in front of her.

"That ain't an excuse and you know it!" Soul commented, frustration clear in his voice. Then, reeling in his emotions he glanced lazily in their direction; warning clear in his eyes, "just don't do in again, alright?" he asked. Once they nodded, he sighed and started walking towards his door.

"Oh," he said, turning his head slightly, "and this never gets out, you got that?" again waiting of them to nod, Soul then walked out of the room, notebook clenched tightly in his hands, leaving a pair of stunned girls in his wake.

"You gonna make him write your name now aren't you, nya?" Commented the cat.

"Yep," replied the meister.

"Me too."