The heel of his dress shoes clicked with every step he took. While this wasn't terrible, he still wan't completely comfortable here. He never liked big crowds after all.

They seemed all right though. Their appearances were odd enough, sporting purple, green, or even pink hair, to calm his fear over him being the freak-looking among the normal people, like always. But, then again, he'd figured that if this people battled monsters for a living, they couldn't be all that normal. Although his teeth were a different matter. While the residents of Death City were odd and strange, he'd seen a few of the people that tried talking to him were a little put off by his sharp canines. That sort of sent probable partners away, which he thought was dumb since they were getting ready to battle monsters and see much more scary shit then sharp teeth.

The only reason he'd attended Shibusen ball in honor of the 100th anniversary of something he didn't bother to remember, was because he hadn't found a place for himself to stay so he had to stay in the school dormitories were they insisted every new comer to come to the ball in the chance of finding a new partner. He'd talked to a few people, but they either ran away when he opened his mouth or found a more outgoing person to socialize with . He tried, he really did. kinda. He couldn't help it if he had white hair, red eyes, sharp teeth and was a little traumatized for being called a demon by other kids when he was younger.

So after a few more failed attempts at trying to fit in, he decided he needed a break.

And that's what led him here. The empty hallways of the DWMA,aligned with student lockers on either sides of the wall and the cold tile floor, making his shoes click with every step he took.

He didn't really know where he was going, but it's not like he cared, he just wanted to get away for awhile.

He guessed the ballroom must have been connected to the music hallway, which surprised Soul that Shibusen eve had a music hallway being an academy centralized in combat, but he soon ended up standing at the entrance of a room centering a grand black piano.

He unconsciously walked in, closing the wooden double door behind him and sat on the bench that stood in front of the piano. His fingers hovered over the keys, barely grazing the notes. Until they weren't. Without his permission, his hands slammed down on the instrument and started playing. He played and he didn't stop. Not even when he heard the door open. Not even when he felt someone standing a few feet behind him.

His music had never been light. It was dark and cold and unnerving. At first he hated how his music seemed to scare people away, like if he had just called the devil with his music. As he got older, he grew tired of it, but soon found it amusing how it scared his parents' guests away, whom insisted he played one of his compositions to them. They would be shocked and weary of him for the rest of their stay and mostly leave at the first opportunity.

"This is me", he said with a smirk, expecting the intruder to back up with a weary expression on their face. He started playing again, this time with much more vigor.

When he finished, his shoulders were hunched and he was slightly panting. He looked over his shoulder to find the person still standing there, a skinny pig tailed girl with ash blonde hair about the same age as him. Soul was surprised when she actually took a step towards him with, what he could only describe, a look of awe on her face.

"That was beautiful" she said.

That sentence was enough to floor him, he wasn't expecting that. He froze for a moment, neither of them saying anything. He looked back at her, she was wearing a dark purple dress that ended right above her knees with some white 2-inch heels.

He turned back to the piano and said to her, "You don't know much about music do you?"

"And you're a genius I suppose", she huffed indignant, she already got enough of that from her friends, she didn't need it from a stranger. Even though she knew he probably was a music genius considering he was a great pianist in her opinion from what she had just heard.

He smirked, she hadn't ran away from him and she was already challenging him. He was about to say something when she spoke again.

"Shouldn't you be in the ballroom anyways?" He had to be one of those music prodigies hired to perform at the ceremony, which was about to begin by the way. "The ceremony is about to begin and you're still in here, if you don't hurry up you'll only hold up the whole event!"

Ceremony? Soul had no idea what this girl was talking about. Hold up the whole event? It's not like he was in it. Wait. Did she really ...

He burst out laughing.

She had no idea what just happened. One moment he was looking at her like she was crazy and now he couldn't stop laughing.

"Sorry to burst your bubble but I'm not part of the ceremony."

Well now she felt stupid. She could feel her cheeks starting to redden. "What do you mean your not part-" She cut herself off, " then what are you doing here in the first place?" She might feel stupid but she wasn't about to let him see that. He looked cocky enough already.

"I could ask you the same question" He replied, still looking at her with that smirk she now found infuriating.

"I -"

She started speaking but stopped when a voice was heard from outside the room. "Maka?" Called a tall girl with dark black hair and a dark blue dress pushing the semi-open doors of the room further to enter.

"Tsubaki?" The girl, Maka, asked.

"Maka, I'm so sorry about Black Star, he didn't really-"

"It's fine Tsubaki, you don't need to apologize every time he's an idiot"

"Still he shouldn't have sa-"

"I'm telling you, It's fine"

Tsubaki smiled gratefully at Maka and said "Why don't we get back, the ceremony is about to begin."

Maka had almost forgotten about the white haired guy and turned, about to say something, when she saw no one. The bench in front of the piano was now empty and she wondered for a moment if he really did exist or maybe she was going crazy.

"Maka? Is something wrong?"

Maka focused her wondering thoughts back to Tsubaki. "No, It's fine, we should go, the ceremony probably started already." She decided to push her thoughts about white hair and red colored eyes to the back of her mind for now and followed Tsubaki out the door and back to the ballroom. She would have to investigate that later.

Once the door closed, Soul came out of the shadows from his hiding place. He still didn't feel like dealing with people but at least now his mood was much less irritated. He wasn't exactly sure if it was the stress relief the piano had always offered him or the fact that, that girl Maka, seemed different than everybody else.

For now, he didn't care. For now he would go to back to the dormitories, relax with his headphones in his ears and maybe munch on that bag of chips he'd bought from the school cafeteria earlier.

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