Hey, Quick A/N! I might do Lemons here too, soon if you have any requests, let me know. You can request anything, and then a Lemon if so. This is my first Lemon's thingy though, so I might not be good at it, but W.e
Also, they'll be imagines, instead of x reader. K? K.

Okay let the story START!

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“Do not judge the man who judges other not.”
                              — Anonymous

—Anything For You—

   Maka Albarn but her lip. She crossed, and then uncrossed her legs. She creased her brow. “What's your problem Maka?” Soul Evans asked. He noticed all her fidgeting, and was getting extremely annoyed. “This one question is so hard!” She exclaimed, in a whispered voice. They were in the middle of Dr. Stein's classroom, taking a test. And at first Maka was cocky, but now she was just trying to get by. She had to pass. “Don't worry about it. Chill.” Soul leaned back in his chair without a care in the world. How can he be so chilled out? Maka thought. How can she be so tense? Soul thought.

Soul finished his test a his own leisured pace, and then soon enough Maka was done. She was excited. “Wanna go out and get some ice cream for celebration?” Maka asked. Soul checked his watch, and grimaced. I'm gonna be late for piano... Screw it. “Yeah.”

The duo walked to a nearby parlor. Soul had gotten vanilla, while Maka got strawberry. They chatted for awhile, when Maka got a phone call. “Hello?” Soul turned in his booth seat to try to hear the conversation. “Oh hi Mrs. Evans.” Soul froze in his seat. “Yes, yes, he's here.” Unintelligible things said from the other side of the line. “Oh yeah sure. Okay. Have a nice day Mrs. Evans.” Soul had covered his shock, with a blank expression, waiting for Maka to tell him something. “Your mom is worried Soul,” she said. “She said you wanted you to get home, and practice or something. I'm guessing she wants you to study more, am I right?”

Soul looked away, and got up quickly, swallowing the bile in his throat. He didn't want to go back home. He'd rather stay with Maka, eating ice cream, but some things just needed to be done.

“I'll see you later Maka. You should get going too, unless you wanna fail the next test,” he muttered under his breath. Maka gasped. “Oh my goodness, Soul! You're right! If I don't study, I'm going to lose to that loser Ox!” Maka sped off, and Soul left the parlor, chuckling to himself, but also dreading going home. Soul was terrified. But not only that.

He didn't know what waited for him at home.

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        Soul made it home, stopping on the porch. He didn't want to go in, let alone step on the porch, but he had to go in, or he'd be in more trouble than he already was. So he opened the door slowly, cringing. Soul's house was pretty big. In fact, they were borderline rich, only his mother wanted a smaller house. So they had two houses. This was the smaller estate, where Soul lived. His older brother, Wes, and his mother and father lived in the larger one. Soul didn't like the large estate, though he wished he was allowed in it on a normal basis. His parents made him solely work on piano music; they had no idea he went to the DWMA, and not only that, he told them he was going to an elite, prestigious, musical school.

Lying to their faces was hard, but if they ever found out, they would kill Soul. Literally.

Soul closed his eyes, and felt a hand on his shoulder. Opening one eye, Soul turned to his older brother, Wes. Wes was extremely handsomez like Soul. They were both almost identical, only Wes had tidy white hair which hung low on his brow. Wes had deep red eyes, which always seemed to look through Soul's thoughts. Soul scanned his brother for a second, and then grimaced. “Suit and tie?” Wes chuckled. “Soul. Chill. I have a concert but I know I'll do good.” Laying back, slouching in a chair, Wes smirked. “How's it going with Maka?”

Soul widened his eyes, falling back in shock. “What?” Wes got rid of the friendly smirk, and replaced it with a serious expression. “Brother. Don't play stupid. I see the way you look at her. You even have a picture of you two together in your room.” Soul shrugged, ignoring his brother, playing the ‘cool card.’ “You're stupid Wes. I would never fall for a know-it-all, flat chested, bookworm. Please. You know me.” Wes grinned. “Well duh. That's why you like her! She's like your exact opposite. And remember, if you know all this about her, and you don't like her, then why do you pay attention to her all the time?” Soul scoffed. “I had to take a test to get to know her; she's my Meister. Of course I know her like the back of my hand.” Wes smiled once again, but then frowned. “Mom's getting suspicious. I feel like she's going to find out soon,” he whispered. Soul covered his face. “At this rate, I will have to go to a prestigious school.” Wes nodded. “It would ideal.”

“So...”

Wes gave him a grim look. “I already set up a meeting for you to be admitted into the Musical Academy. You'll have to tell Maka soon.” Soul rubbed his face, and decided to tell Maka tomorrow. All of a sudden there was a knock at Souls door. “Soul! Soul!” In came his mother.

“Why aren't you playing the piano! I thought I told you once you came home, you didn't stop playing!” Soul sighed, and knew this is when the insults would start. “Incompetent child! Worthless, I swear. Be more like Wes. He's almost done with his schooling, and leading a very good musical career. You can barely play half as good as him!” Soul just turned away from his mother, silently. “Well? Start playing.” Her high pitched voice echoed across the room, and made Wes cringe. Soul had pulled up a stool, and started playing the piano. His mother didn't smile, or even comment as he played a beautiful piece, by Mozart. “Still not good enough,” his mother muttered. Soul closed his eyes, keeping his temper in check. Never good enough, never, never, NEVER! Soul was always third best, fourth, and fifth. He was never good enough for his own mother. She was so ashamed of him, they didn't even live in the same house.

Soul had thoughts, all negative, run wild in his head.

Worthless huh? I'm so worthless. I can barely play a note half as great as Wes. Incompetent. Worthless. Pathetic. Pitiful. Piteous. Poignant. Plaintive. Harrowing. Wretched. Upsetting. Disgusting. A pig. That's me in a nutshell right mother? Mom. Mother. Mum. Soul ran a hand through his hair, and watched as his mother grabbed her stick. Every time Soul played a wrong note, or something not to her standards, his fingers were hit with it. Maka wondered why his soul was a little bent on the edges. Why his hands had so many scars.

   ••♥Many Hours Later♥••

“Do it again!” Soul's mother shouted. A loud thundering, THWACK! was heard throughout the room as the stuck hit Soul's knuckles, for the fiftieth time. Holding back a hiss of pain, Soul just closed his eyes briefly, and then started to play. But since his knuckles blad slightly, and it hurt to move his hands, he played a bit doplic, and was therefore Thwacked again. “I've had enough. Go to bed. I swear, as the years go on, you only get worse.” Soul didn't spare his mother a glance. He really needed to leave the DWMA before it was too late. So he decided to tell everyone tomorrow...

                              §Morning§

   Maka woke up, a big smile on her face. Today was the day. It was hers and Soul's anniversary of being partners. Hopping out of bed, Maka decided to look nice. She hoped Soul remembered though. She quickly took a shower, and them threw on a tan dress which reached mid knee. She wore small heels, and then a little red headband, along with a red bracelet; it was one Soul got her when they first become partners.

Maka then got on her bike, and pedaled to school. When she reached her class, she waited outside the room, for Soul. “Hey!” Soup yelled from afar. Maka turned her head and smiled with her eyes closed at Soul. “Hi Soul!” Soul looked over Maka. She looked very pretty. Why today of all days? Asked Soul mentally. Soul avoided eye contact, and put an arm around Maka's neck. “Hey Maka, why don't we hang out at that ice cream parlor after school? It'll be a really nice day.” Maka nodded, and smiled at Soul. When they went inside the classroom, Liz, Patty,cand Tsubaki stole Maka away from Soul. He spun around dizzily, and muttered, “What the hell?” under his breath.

“Soooooo, Maka, why do you look so nice today? And what were you and Soul discussing in front of the door?" Liz asked. Maka gave them a large smile. “Today is our partner anniversary! And Soul asked me if we could go out to ice cream later.” Patty gasped, as did Tsubaki. “Well, girls, you all know what this means.” Maka tilted her head. “No what?” Liz face palmed, while Tsubaki explained. “Soul obviously is going to ask you to be his girlfriend.” Liz decided to chime in. “I knew he had feelings for you!” Liz yelled a little too loud. Maka growled. “MAKA CHOP!” she shouted, and bamfed a book into the poor skull of Liz Thompson. “Owwww! I'm just trying to help you!” Tsubaki smiled sweetly at Maka. “We've been expecting this for awhile. The way he looks at you is unmistakable. He's totally in love with you Maka.”

Maka's jaw dropped, and everyone was quiet.

“Just wait Maka. Later when he talks to you at the parlor, you're gonna be the happiest girl in Death City.” But they couldn't be farther from the truth...

•At the end of the day•

  ♥ Soul walked up to Maka at the end of their last class. “Ready to go?” Soul asked. Liz and Patty pushed her forward. “Y-yeah.” Soul grinned and grabbed her arm. “Let's go.”

The duo hopped on Souls motorcycle, and sped off to the parlor, where some news would be handled. If only he could tell Maka all of the truth. “So..what's up Soul? You usually don't offer to take me somewhere, Hahaha,” Maka said nervously. She had realized that maybe the girls were right. She thought back to all the times that they had had fun. And Soul was always there to save her. No matter what, Soul was there. “I wanted to talk about us; as partners.” Makas heart was beating fast, and her palms broke out in a cold sweat. “Yes-s?” Soul gave her a sat smile and grilled her left hand in his two.

“I've been thinking for awhile. And I wanted to say...I...”

“I Lo-” Maka's breath came out at fast speeds. “I Love Music. And I've decided to perdue a career as a musician, specifically as a pianist.”

Maka's heart stopped. “Oh. That's good I guess. Will it interfere a lot with our training though?” Soul had a sad smile on his face. “Maka...if I do this...we won't be partners anymore.” Her heart stopped.

“So...I guess this is goodbye.”

Soul walked off, and threw a ten down on the table, leaving Maka by herself. “Take care Maka.”

Part One of Two — OVER