A/N- Welcome to chapter two of The Infamous Hero!

Sorry it took so long to update. I was caught up in writing my Pokemon fanfic, Hell's Outcasts.

Please enjoy!

Maka walked out of the school and began to walk home in the crisp September air. She went out the back way in order to get home quicker. She opened the back door of the school, and saw three boys sitting against the dumpster. It was Soul, Black Star, and Kid. Soul was chewing on a tooth pick, and Black Star and Kid were arguing about something. Soul looked up and took the tooth pick out of his mouth.

"Hey, Maka."

"Oh, hey Soul…" Maka said.

"Whose she?" Kid asked.

"Is she your girlfriend?" Black Star asked.

"No way in Hell am I his girlfriend!" Maka said, angrily.

"Why? Is there something wrong with me?" Soul said, a little offended.

"Wha- NO! I mean… I didn't-"

Soul began to laugh. "It's okay! I'm just joking. I wouldn't settle for a shorty like you anyways."

"What do you mean by 'shorty'?!"

Soul started laughing. Maka took out a book from her backpack and hit Soul on the head with it.

"Ouch! What the-"

"Don't call me shorty!" Maka said as she strode away from the three boys.

"Seeya tomorrow!" Soul called jokingly.

Maka continued walking away.

The next day, Maka walked into school.

'I hope I don't run in to that creep and his loser friends.' She thought.

She walked through the back door again, and decided to take a short cut through the music room. As she walked through she heard a beautiful sound. She peeked in and saw a boy playing the piano. The song was sad, but happy at the same time. It had a creepiness and mystery to it, but it was fantastic. Maka decided to compliment him.

"You're really good!" She beamed.

"Thanks, Maka." The boy said. He turned around, revealing that he was Soul.

"H-hi. I didn't know you played the piano."

"Yeah. I took lessons when I was little. After a while I decided to teach myself."

"Well, whoever your teacher was, they sure were talented."

"They were." Soul said sadly.

Maka decided not to ask any questions.

"Sorry for what I said yesterday." Soul said.

"No, it's okay. Boys are usually like that." Maka smiled.

Soul chuckled. "Yeah…we are."

Maka reached out her hand. "Friends?"

"Friends." Soul said, shaking her hand. Soul stood up. "Shall we go to class?"

Lunch…

"Hey, guys!" Maka said as she sat down next to Soul, Black Star, Kid, and Tsubaki.

"Yo." Black Star said. "Tsubaki, this is Soul's girlfriend."

"Maka Chop!"

"Ow! What the fuck!?"

"I'm not his girlfriend, asshole."

"Sure you're not."

"I mean it."

"Whatever."

"Black Star, shut up!" Tsubaki yelled.

Soul chuckled to himself.

"What's so funny?" Tsubaki scolded.

"You two are like an old married couple." Soul replied with a wide grin. Maka and Kid giggled.

"Yeah, well what about you and Maka?" Black Star asked. "You two are always hanging out with each other now."

"Duh." Maka said. "We're lab partners. Professor Stein is constantly assigning projects that we have to work on."

"But we haven't gotten any projects yet." Kid replied.

"Okay! Let's just change the subject!" Soul screamed.

"Hey, Maka, aren't you going to sit with Liz and I." Liz's twin sister Patty asked.

"Oh… sorry Patty. I'm gonna sit with Soul today." Maka replied.

"Okay. Seeya later!" Patty beamed. She walked away and sat down by Liz.

"I swear to God, nothing get's her upset." Kid said.

"Whatever, emo." Soul said, biting out of his sandwich. "Damn it! I bit my frickin tongue again!" The lunch table burst out into laughter.

After school, Soul walked out the back door. As he walked across the pavement, he felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned around and saw Maka.

"Hey, Soul."

"Hey, Maka."

"Mind if I walk with you?"

"Uh… sure. But, why?"

"I thought we were friends." Maka giggled.

"Alright, let's go." Soul smiled.

The white-haired boy and the blonde girl walked down the side walk, each with a backpack strapped over their back. Maka noticed that she was about an inch taller than Soul, but that was probably because he had a habit of slouching his body over.

"So… where do you live?" Soul asked.

"Oh, I live near Kid. My parents are actually divorced and I live with my dad. Where do you live?"

"I live on the opposite side of town, near that woman named Blair. I live with my brother."

"W-what happened to your parents?"

"I don't want to talk about that." Soul gave Maka a sad look.

"That's cool." Maka said.

Soul smiled at Maka's eyes. The duo found themselves at a basketball court.

"Sometimes Black Star, Kid, and I come to shoot hoops here. We gather up some other guys from school and we play games after we're done with homework."

"Cool. I was never really into sports, though."

"I'm not either. But when it's with good friends it's not so bad."

"I guess." Maka smiled. Soul pulled a skateboard from out of his back pack and dropped it on the ground. He put his foot on and tried to push off, but Maka grabbed his arm. "Wait, could you…maybe… walk me home?"

Soul smirked. "Sure, Maka." He picked up his skateboard and started walking with her again. Eventually they reached Maka's house. They said goodbye and Soul zoomed off on his skateboard.

Maka entered her home and saw her dad sitting on the couch reading the newspaper.

"Who was that boy?" He asked sternly.

"That was Soul. I just met him recently."

"Stay away from him."

"W-what?"

"Haven't you heard the rumors about that boy? He's insane! He's a disruption in the classroom, he lives with his idiot brother, and he's always in the music room playing creepy songs on the piano. He scares people. He scares me. I'm surprised he doesn't scare you."

"He's a great person! Have you even taken the chance to get to know him?"

"No, all I know is that I don't want you hangin' around with that octopus head. Understand?"

"You're so mean!" Maka yelled, and ran to her room.

Her dad, Spirit, sighed.

Meanwhile…

Soul sped down the street toward his house. It was a nice house. He and his brother made enough money to pay for it by performing with their instruments. Soul played the piano, and Wes played the violin. He pulled up to the driveway and saw a woman with curly purple hair walking past his driveway when she spotted him.

"Hello Soul." She said seductively.

"Piss off, Blair." Soul walked inside and saw his brother asleep on the couch. The TV was on. Soul picked up the remote and turned it off, looking over at his brother. He sighed and walked up stairs. He opened the door to his room, his back hunched over. In one corner, there was a small bed. In the corner diagonal from that was a Yamaha keyboard. Beside that was a dresser that stretched to the end of the room. The walls were plastered with posters of bands like Black Flag, the Ramones, the Sex Pistols, Nirvana, and the Dead Kennedys. The floor was covered with dirty clothes, food stains, and crumpled pieces of paper. Soul jumped on to his bed and closed his eyes. "Thanks, Maka." He thought.

A/N- I know this is really short, but I wanted to get something up. I appreciate the reviews and all I ask is to keep them coming!