DISCLAIMER: I DONT OWN SOUL NOR THE OTHERS THEY HANG WITH...
Soul's notebook is used very often contrary to popular belief. Although you can catch him in class sleeping when he get's home he opens the small black spiral book and with his neat writeing style creates the notes to a new song he's created. Sometimes I'd sit and watch him as he gently hums the tune for a more confident affect. He usually restricts himself from doing this during school but it easies his mood. His wavelength calms sucnificantly. I once tried to take the book from under him when he was drooling but he had awoken sharply and grabbed the book from me with a farel look. That was the last time I grabbed at his book. Now Soul sits with his back to me as he hums and writes the notes to a new song in his thick notebook. He's happy as he writes. I feel like flying as I close my eyes and allow his melody to whisk me away. My mind's eye sends me floating amongst the clouds. Soul's sythe form glistned as the darker point of the melody entered in. The black blood surrounded us as black storm clouds complete with flashes of lighting clashed around me. I began falling as the wind howled around me. My pigtails slapped across my face as I try to scream for Soul. Suddenly the melody turns to a more safer feel as if the hero were rescuing his damsel. There Soul is beside me holding his arms in a protective embrace as we brace for impact. I smile as we both glide to the ground below us. Finally the songs final measures pour out as we lean into a final kiss. My eyes shoot open as I feel tears dripping down my cheeks. Soul looks over at me and smiles as he walks slowly toward me.
"Was it good?" he asks as I nodd. A smile graces his lips as he and I share a rare but not unnatural kiss.
AN/ I KNOW SO NOT WHAT I NORMALLY DO BUT ITS GOOD NO? LOL.