Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater! I only own my OC's, Jamie Elliot, Mark Jennifer (I've always owned him, I just forgot to claim him.) and Raissa Bel Garnaeu-Olive.

Thanks for all of the reviews, alerts, and well, reading in general once again!

SURPRISE UPDATE CHAPTER TWO! :D and its long. I am so nice.

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17. Heart & Soul

The hours blurred by and soon, Raissa was strolling down the cobblestone road to Soul and Maka's house. The Princess's heart thrummed uncomfortably in her chest, and she was feeling nervous. "Calm down." she muttered to herself as she rapped her fist on their front door, "Its just piano lessons. Not a recital!"

Silly girl, to think that that was the reason her heart was racing so fast.

"See ya Maka," the voice behind the door said, as it opened, Raissa saw Soul in his usual clothes with a folder under one of his arms. He pulled the door shut behind him and walked down the steps, turning back to the French girl, "You coming Rai?"

Raissa nodded quickly, and flounced down the steps. As soon as she was next to Soul, they began walking down the road. "Where are we going?" Raissa asked. Soul was playing with the folder, flipping through papers and smirking at everyone of them. "We are going to the towns music shop to practice in the backroom. There's a baby grand, black. The sweetest piano I've ever played on. . ."

Raissa almost sighed in relief. At least they weren't going to the school, where that scary memory of Soul's musical madness clung to the wallpaper like burrs.

"Here we are." Soul stated, opening a solid black door. Raissa thanked him and stepped through first. The music shop was wonderful, filled with violins, violas, cellos, pianos, name it and it was there! Raissa stared in awe, completely enthralled by the whole scene.

Soul went forward and started talking to a man at a red desk. "Hey there Mario," he started, beckoning Raissa to him, Raissa complied and stood by Soul as he finished sleeping, "This is Rai Olive, she's the kid I'll be practicing the piano with today."

Mario, a thin, white haired and pale skinned man nodded, "Right this way." he declared in a thick English accent, otherwise known as: British. He wore a very charming black suit and tie, and led the weapon duo down a maroon painted hallway into an open room with the baby grand Soul had pattered on about on the way to the shop.

"Remember we close at nine, Soul Evans." Mario stressed, turning back down the hall and leaving the two alone. Soul grumbled something to the equivalent of, "Don't call me Evans." and headed towards the piano, turning to Raissa, "Coming Frenchie?" she nodded, and followed him up the steps to the piano bench.

They both sat down and Soul put the cream folder on the music stand, opening it with a soft thwump. "Now, what were you practicing before you transferred." Soul questioned, fingers ready to flip through the music Raissa groaned, "Heart and Soul."

Soul's smirk twitched into an even bigger one, "So beginner." he scoffed. Then he started playing it. Raissa began to hum along out of habit, the lyrics thrumming through her head.

Heart and Soul.

I fell in love with you.

Heart and Soul.

The way a fool would do.

Madly~~

"You're a pretty good singer Rai." Soul commented, freezing the Princess in her tracks. She had been singing? "Umm uh, t-t-thanks." she stumbled, more incredibly embarrassed then she ever had been.

Great Raissa, just great. Way too embarrass yourself. . . Shut up me!

"Well, then, where were you as far as the notes go." Soul asked. He'd stopped playing, glancing at Raissa with his ruby eyes. "Well, I finished the song, I am just not very good at it."

"Well, you're hear to learn from the master." Soul smirked for the one-millionth time and Raissa just rolled her eyes and deadpanned, "Now that was border line Black Star."

Soul's eyes widened, "That's not cool Rai!" he practically pouted, shuffling the papers just so he wouldn't have to look at her. If he was being honest with himself, she was a very pretty girl, and foreign. That should have been the ideal thing for a cool guy like him, but something made him hesitate. And it was totally not cool. Not cool at all.

He'd only known her for a few days, yet, he sorta liked her. So uncool. So uncool. So not him. . .

"I'm sorry Soul." Raissa apologized, interrupting Soul's train of thought, and feeling as if it had hurt him more than it actually had. It hadn't really, but his silence led her to believe otherwise. "I was just kidding about that." he mumbled, "I really don't care." the way he said that only made things worse for himself.

"Oh."

"That's not what I meant! So uncool. . . So uncool of me to say that." Soul shook his head, "Look, I'm sorry. I just got a lot of homework to do." he excused lamely, "I'm sorta stressed out." Raissa nodded slowly, "I get it." then her eyes widened as something registered, "Ah crap! I have lots of homework too!"

Bolting off of the piano bench and down the all, Raissa yelled, "See ya tomorrow! Sorry!"

Soul just stared in bewilderment after her, and packed up his stuff. His cheeks tinged when he read the title page of the music he had been flipped open to, which had been in fact, Heart and Soul.

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Note: I do not own the song Heart & Soul. Which is a shame, its so freaking cute.