A/N: i forgot to mention in the first chapter~
Soul Eater and any of its characters belong to Atsushi Ookubo~

SOUL----

"Y-yeah, I know them."

I'm one of them.

Soul Eater Evans.

He had his forehead resting against the cool of the lecture tables, Maka sitting beside him, probably thinking he was asleep - because usually in these lectures, he always fell asleep. He didn't know why he keeps attending them, since he is Death Scythe; he is exempted from the lessons. But he couldn't resist being dragged by Maka to her own lessons, and this time, he felt too weak to protest.

It was too much of a shock, this new information. Maka? His family wants Maka to marry into the family? He snorted, oblivious that it caught his partner's attention. What is he thinking? It might even be a different Evans. It's a pretty common name in England, which is more than 500 miles away from them. But her description of the messenger - the little red-faced man, it sounded too much like Mr. Oni, the family butler. He could even remember the evil looking smirk that man had - strangely very similar to his own smirk.

And the date she was invited, pretty much close to his birthday - in two months. Wait. Is that why his parents wanted him back home? Not because it was his birthday…but because they wanted to announce something to the whole family? Was it to announce a wedding to one of Shibusen's prodigies? Why? Why Maka? Apart from her reputation, she has nothing else of importance to his family, she wasn't rich.

What seemed to bother him the most was the question 'to whom?'.

All the questions buzzed in Soul's head and it caused him to groan involuntarily.

He barely heard a seat being pushed out and a warm gloved hand wrapping around his wrist, which snapped him out of his reverie.

"Professor Stein, may we be excused? Death Scythe seems to be unwell."

"Albarn," his professor's monotoned voice sounded, "I believe that Soul would be able to handle himself and that he wouldn't need company to go to the infirmary, don't you agree?" The professor smirked and turned the screw in his head, making noisy clicking sounds.

"But look, he can barely even stand!" Soul guessed he should play along, so he remained with his head down, playing dead.

"Are you sure he isn't just groaning in his sleep?"

"Oi…" Soul interrupted weakly, "I'm awake." He only heard shuffling and guessed that people were looking in his direction now, all he could do was keep his head down and keep acting.

The silence was broken with Stein's "Alright."

He heard Maka sigh and she shuffled down next to him to look at his face. "You okay?" She whispered silently whilst sliding her now uncovered, and cool hand against his temple and down his jaw. It felt comforting. He thought he heard concern in her voice.

"Yeah," his whisper was rough as he brought his head closer to her hand unintentionally, liking the coolness it was emitting.

She took his wrist and took it over her shoulder to support him. "Keep your head bowed down," she whispered closely to his ear, making him slightly shiver involuntarily. The act was still on and he knew he would look weak in people's eyes but he didn't exactly care - he liked how her soul wavelength blanketed him with concern; it was warm. She dragged him down, towards the room's door. If it was someone else he would never act this weak - but it was Maka, the only one he thought who was quite worthy to make him act like this. Not even Shinigami-sama can make him pretend like this.

When they reached the corridor and away from their class, Soul stood up straighter, not wanting to burden her with his weight any longer.

"What's wrong? Do you want to tell me whats bothering you? Was it what I told you this morning?"

"No-" Lie. "I think it was those pancakes," he said while faking a grimace. He thought he heard her mutter, "I seem to be okay with them".

"Hey, can we go home?" He felt strangely embarrassed when he asked, and it caused him to wonder why.

He saw her looking at him with an expression of objection, but it then changed, as if agreeing with him. "Come on then."

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When he arrived in front of his apartment, he remembered that he and Maka weren't roommates anymore and he honestly missed those days. He only stayed with Kid because it is easier to contact Shinigami-sama there, and it is also closer to Shibusen.

From his peripheral view, he noticed that Maka seemed to fidget, as if she didn't want to go in, and he perfectly understood why. Of course, no one would be comfortable if you were at the house of the very person who rejected you almost bluntly. At least, that's what Soul thinks since he's never actually heard the whole of their story, he only assumed; he didn't want to pry into their business.

"Hey, why don't we go to your place? I kinda miss the old apartment anyway." He gave her a reassuring grin and she returned it, toothy grin and all, and he briefly saw thanks in her gaze.

So again, they trod on, following the cobbled streets and gruesomely designed architecture, until they arrived at their destination, the two-story apartment where they both spent one and a half years together in.

When they entered, it was still the same, in quite a lot of aspects: the furniture wasn't at all disturbed from its positions and the smell of it - chocolates and mint - remained and to Soul it felt so nostalgic. He welcomed himself to a seat whilst he saw Maka flitter toward the kitchenette. She returned briefly afterwards holding two mugs of what smelled like hot chocolate and an envelope clasped in between her upper arm and torso.

She flopped down right beside him on the couch and passed him his mug, both of them making themselves comfortable.

As Soul drank from the warm mug, he watched his meister as she looked at the bulky envelope. His eyes momentarily widened as he recognised the envelope quality - the same quality as the ones his family kept sending him. His suspicions were slowly being confirmed, it really was his family that she was being married to.

When the parcel was opened, a CD was dropped onto her lap. Both of them only stared at it in silence.

"It might be porn," he randomly stated so he could lighten up his already tensing partner. He instantly received a slightly weaker version of the famous, book wielded Maka chop, but he did hear her slightly giggle, and in turn, it made him smile inwardly.

"It won't be porn. Its an audio CD see?" He only snorted in response as she went to put it on her CD player to listen to. She gave an earphone to Soul and pressed a button.

"You know who its from?" Soul casually asked even though he himself already knew.

Maka's attention returned to the blank envelope and drew her knees to her chest. "I might have a vague idea but I'm not entirely sure."

A sound.

It sounded like a piano key, like an introduction to a musical piece. The key G.

It reminded him of himself playing the piano; he also usually starts with a G note. Then a realization hit him, hard. Could this be one of his pieces? A recording of one of his piano recitals maybe? He stiffened as it was confirmed.

It wasn't just a normal recital; this was a private recording of his composition. His own composition.

He felt like he hadn't heard this in so long and he felt a wave of nostalgia overcome him.

He remembered this day well, three years ago, a month before he left his family's care. His mother and brother were there in the corner watching. His brother, Wes, had 'proud' written all over his features but his mother wore a grimace, and had wanted to stop the playing - Wes stopped her, asking her to respect the musician and let him finish the composition. Of course his mother loved his famous brother more and followed his request peacefully. His brother, the violinist, was the favourite of the family mostly because of his obedience to them - there is the feeling of inferiority present in Soul towards his brother. Nevertheless, Wes was Soul's only ally in the family. There was also another visitor, a woman with pale honey coloured short hair and teal coloured eyes. He didn't remember her name but she had always smiled at him.

The composition continued and memories kept flooding back. He watched Maka's reaction: pursed lips and furrowed brows, thinking.

The playing was slowly quieting to announce its end, the gentle tinkling of the higher notes echoing in the hollowness of the piano's room. He noticed that his meister's eyes were slightly droopy, as if sleepy.

And the musical piece ended then.

Maka was about to turn the CD player off - or was it the 'playback' button she was aiming for - when suddenly a voice was heard.

"Miss Albarn, I am Cordelia Evans--" Soul stiffened along with Maka but for different reasons. This, the speaker, was his mother. Her tone still emitted that cold matriarchal tone that he hated, one sound that he thought he had forgotten. "The piece you have just listened to was entitled 'Soul mates'. As you know, we have offered you to become part of our family, as is the wish of your mother. I myself would like to invite you so that you would meet with the composer and player of the piece, whom is also your fiancée. He also sends his regards, hoping that you would accept the invitation and the offer of marriage. Until then, dear Maka."

The piano music started to replay quitely from there.

Both of them were gaping at each other.

But the thought that was panicking through Soul's mind was 'I'm Maka's fiancée!?'

What!?

A/N: yay~ another revelation!?
i have to thank all my reviewers~
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again i will apologise for any mistakes i did if you manage to find any
i couldnt think of better names for Soul's mother and his composition TwT

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