A/N: Guess who's back, back, back! Ima back, back, back! :D Missed me? I know I've missed all of you lovely people :'D I mean, I had a great time on holiday and the likes, but I seriously missed the internet. Especially FF.N and all you people who love my stories! But I'm back, and I have another chapter for youuuuu! Okay, so, I dunno if it can be counted as anything like SoMa, but it's in there. See if you can find it? ;D Well, hope you like my newest chapter. I like it, but there's a bit that probably shoulda had more intensness to it. See if you can find that, too XD Anyways, enjoy :3

Summary: AU/She's an assassin. He's a world famous pianist. When their only relationship should be that of 'protector', and 'protected', why is it that she finds not only his piano, but his entire self hypnotic?

Disclaimer: I think it'd be epic if I owned Soul Eater, cause we could finally get some real SoMa action, but alas, it was not meant to be. No, Soul Eater is not mine. No matter how hard I wish for it to be. :'(

An Assassination Attempt?

They weren't kidding when they said he had a lazy personality.

Honestly, I've never met anyone who was as bone idle as this guy.

Each morning, when I woke up in the stupidly lavish room they'd provided me, (Which was right next door to Mr. Lazy Personified) it'd been my job to wake him up.

I kind of imagined that to be the maid's job.

Obviously I was wrong.

But, whenever I tried to wake him up, he'd gargle something inappropriate for younger ears, then turn over and go back to sleep! You don't understand how hard it is to not just strangle him then and there.

But when I eventually get him up, I can quite clearly see that he isn't a morning person. To be honest, it's quite amusing, watching him stumble about, and casually cursing when he bumps into something.

_.:|:._

Mornings at the Evans mansion are suffocating... It's complete silence at the breakfast table, and more often than not, his parents aren't even there. His older brother, Wes Evans, dines with us, but it's painfully obvious that Soul would rather have nothing to do with him.

This isn't what a family is.

This particular morning, Wes attempted small talk with me, which I gladly obliged to, as I couldn't stand the silence. I wasn't used to it.

While we chatted, about nothing in particular, Soul stood up, slamming his hands on the table, and stormed out of the room. Wes and I were shocked into silence, and after a quick glance at one-another, I frowned, nodded to him, and went after Soul.

Christ, what is his problem? I grumbled under my breath as I attempted to find him in the maze of corridors he called 'home'.

Tracking him down wasn't a problem, as I heard a disturbing, angry piano piece being played from the room we first properly met. I sighed, and silently slipped into the room. His hands hesitated above the keys, and he turned to face me slightly.

"Any reason you stormed out just now?" I asked, gently. He smirked, and turned back to the piano.

"It's who I am." He replied, quietly, yet smoothly. I quirked an eyebrow.
"And who would that be...?" I asked stepping closer to him. He snorted, and began to play.

'This, is who I am' were the words he spoke to me, while he lifted his hands and played me a dark, yet disturbingly beautiful piece. His words drew me in, and without hesitation, I closed the space between us. His words left me speechless.

"That... was beautiful..."

_.:|:._

Surprisingly, after that raw, emotional performance he gave me, he seemed far more relaxed around me. He smiled a lot more, although he still mostly grinned, with his shark-like teeth. I suppose it was better that he felt more relaxed. It meant it was easier for me to protect him.

It's been about two weeks since I came here, and apart from the episode with a few explosions, nothing appears to have gone wrong. He has a performance tonight, which means I'll be surveying the building where he's playing, and I've requested my papa and a few others from the restaurant to back me up.

I asked Soul to stay inside and keep away from windows for the time being, while I check out the building and place a few cameras about to keep surveillance. He huffed and puffed about it not being cool, but listened to me anyway.

_.:|:._

"DeathScythe, how's security on that side?" I asked through an earpiece.
"Good. We have about five security guards, and me and Bulldog are backing up." A familiar voice replied. I grinned.
"Roger that." I replied, glancing round. I was perched at the top of the building with a set of binoculars pressed to my eyes. A black case sat next to me, the lid opened, showing a yet to be assembled M110 Semi-Automatic Sniper rifle. It may be a little much, but you never know.

"Sabre-Tooth, how's the cameras?" I asked another one over the earpiece.
"Checked well over half, and they're in perfect positions. I'll have a perfect view of everyone and everything." A deep male voice replied. I sighed, a small smile ghosting my lips.
"Roger that. Update me when you've checked everything."
"Roger."

I sighed, and checked my watch. Around an hour before everyone arrives, including Soul. Putting the binoculars down, I pinched the bridge of my nose. I'm used to doing all this kind of thing, just never for protecting anyone. Frankly, this sucks. Big time. I dug my phone out of my pocket, and dialled in Soul's number. It rang a few times, before I heard his lazy drawl on the other end.

"Soul, it's me. You nearly ready?" I asked.
"I am, yea, but there's still an hour to go." He replied, stating what I already knew. I rolled my eyes.
"I know there's an hour left. I have a watch. Anyway, when you get here, in your limo, make sure you drive right up to the pavement, bang in front of the main doors. I'll be waiting there to escort you inside. I'll explain what's happening from then on as we walk." I instructed. I heard him snort.
"You told me that before you left."
"I know. I was making sure you remembered." I then hung up, stuffing my phone back in my pocket, and assembling the sniper, in under two minutes.

It got to around ten minutes before Soul should arrive, and everyone who was to be in the audience had already started to arrive, filing into the building. An assassin nicknamed Johnny arrived, sliding into place next to me. I nodded, got up, and walked back the way he came, him taking over the gun position for me.

I hurried down through the building, checking my watch. Five minutes. Cursing, I sprinted through the remaining corridors and out the front entrance, taking my place at the side of the road. I pressed my finger to my ear. "Sabre-Tooth, those cameras up and working?"
"They're ready and working perfectly."
"Got it. DeathScythe, everything still okay over there?"
"Everything's A-okay."
"Roger. Johnny, you have a clear view of me?"
"Yup."
"Roger that. Specs, you got enough guards where you are?"
"Yea, place is crawlin' with em'."
"Good. Sabre-Tooth, is the building secure?"
"Building couldn't get anymore guards even if it wanted too."
"That's what I like to hear. But keep checking. We gotta make sure."
"Roger that." A sleek, black limo pulled up next to me, a chauffeur stepping out to open the back door, showing the bright white hair, blood red eyes, and cocky grin of the man I need to protect.
"Okay people," I said with a smirk. "Show time."

_.:|:._

After explaining what was happening, and having him take the piss out of my pigtails, Soul stepped onto the stage, bowed, and sat down. I stayed stood at the back, obscured by shadows, and kept watch on the people sat down. I kept a hand on one of the pistols situated at my waist, which had previously been covered by my trench coat.

He began to play, and my eyes were ripped away from the audience, to watch as his long, slender fingers caressed the ivory keys, along with mine, and the audience's ears. A small smile briefed my lips, but was short lived, as the crackling voice of Sabre-Tooth blasted into my ear. Wincing, I pressed my finger to it, and whispered to him.

"What's happening?" I asked, turning from the performance slightly.
"We have an assassin." He deadpanned. I growled.
"Shit... Where?"
"She's at the door on the right side of you. You know her."
"...Roger." I replied, glancing over at the head of honey blonde hair stood, grinning in the direction of Soul. I grimaced. Medusa.

She began to slide her gun from a strap under her dress, but stopped when I placed the blade of my knife to her throat. "I wouldn't do that, if I were you." I hissed into her ear. She glanced at me from the corner of her eye.
"ScytheMeister... How wonderful to see you. Unfortunate it's in this position, though." She whispered, grinning. I snorted.
"Yea... about as wonderful as being smacked over the head by a plank of wood with a nail sticking out of it." She chuckled.
"I forgot you had such a way with words." She drawled, looking at me through slit eyes.
"Well, enough chat. I think you should leave. Y'know, before I slice your throat up." I whispered, pressing the knife harder onto her neck. She chuckled.
"Understood. However, there are more assassins here than just me." She whispered, sliding away from me, and walking away. I cursed.

Damn it! How had they got in? Just as I turned around, a shot was fired, bouncing off the piano. Screams erupted from the audience, and Soul looked for me, slightly panicked. Shit! I darted onto the stage, next to Soul, and got both my guns out, pointing them into the room. "Soul! Stay behind me" I ordered. I felt him press closer, and smirked.

This'll be fun.

Preview;

"Okay, so this might sound like a stupid question, but why are you aiming the gun at me, and not Mr. Evans behind me?"

"ScytheMeister? Where's the scythe?"
"Right here."

"Shit–!" I cursed, beginning to slide to a stop, but it was too late. He'd aimed, and fired.

I walked up to him, picking his gun up and pocketing it. I then kicked him. Hard.

Right then, I wanted that moment to last forever...

A/N: Well. Hello there. Lovely to see you :) CLIFFHANGER! I hate them. If I hate them so much, why did I put one in, you ask? Well, because I thought it would be fun :D
Well, did you find the 'SoMa' part? If you did, well that's just peachy. I may have to reply to your review ;) Because you will review, right? I mean, if you review, your absolutely epic ;D OH! And did you find the bit that maybe needed more intensness? Brilliant if you did. I'll have to reply to your review, too. Because, of course, you'll review. Right? ;D Because then you'll be epic, just like me ;')
Anyways, there will be more fluff in the next chapter. That I can guarantee, since I am actually nearly done with that chapter, although, what I consider fluff, you people might not. But yea, that chapters nearly done. I think a few more things need to be re-written and everything, so you'll hafta wait till tomorrow to read it :)
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Well, this was a long A/N, but yea XD But, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and the other two chapters before this for that matter!

~ASilentPerformance