I might do a series of Soul x Maka stuff because, why not ? XD

Written in Soul's point of view~

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I was six, and I used to have a large room of my own. A wealthy family, a good life. Although... It wasn't that good. Again, life isn't perfect. You have this, but you don't have that, and you long for that.

I have wealth, but I don't have love, and I long for that.

They just don't understand. I don't want to play the piano. We're a famous family of musicians, my brother Wes can give you the goosebumps just by playing his violin.

Me ? I can't do that with my piano.

I was nine when I was introduced to the crowd. The expectators, the judges, the people. I was forced to play the piano for their pleasure's sake. Just so I can be part of this family---a family of musicians.

I was eleven, and while I'm in my room, I struggled to fix my suit and be comfortable in it. I struggled to smile, too. Without creeping the people out with my sharp teeth and my red eyes. Not to mention, my white hair, too. I have to impress them again. With the piano knowledge I was forced to study and practice.

I was thirteen, when I found and knew who I was. I created the song for myself. My melody. My soul. A melody exactly describing my whole being.

I was fourteen when I found out I have weapon blood. Out of frustration from my parents and their scolding, I turned my arm to a red and black blade. It was shocking---none of us had the weapon blood. I think. Like I said, we were a family of musicians. And this ability---Is a gift and a curse.

I can have my freedom through this, but they'll look at me in disappointment. How could I be a weapon ? I should be a musician. But screw everything.

At fifteen, I ran away. I lived in the streets for months---having only my bike and a few clothes and cash. I managed to find this part-time job in a cafe---I was the waiter. Wearing a formal butler-like uniform, with a tie, thankfully not a bow since bowties are not so cool. [*Eleven ranting and disapproving insert here*]

These DWMA guys found me a few months later, though. And offered me to join their academy. What do I have to lose ? Nothing. So I joined.

My life was in circles, in shambles of repetitive days... Until... Well. Until this girl sat in the table at my section. She had emerald green eyes, an ash-blonde hair pulled in twin-pigtails, and a slim figure. not to mention, there was a stack of books on her table now.

"What's your order, miss ?" I asked as I went to her table. The girl looked up at me, before smiling. "Uhm... A cup of coffee can do. And a shortcake. Strawberry."

I wrote it down, and bowed slightly---part of the job---and left. There was this other person so I took his order, too, before going to the counter. Minutes later, I went back.

And then I gave her her plate of chocolate chip cookies and iced tea.

"...But that's not my... Uh... Order..." The girl looked up at me with a confused look, an open book on her hand, the other holding a pen as she jotted down notes. I paused, and shrugged.

"Sorry." I said, and took that wrong tray back. Then, I placed the other on her desk. Shortcake and coffee. She made a small laugh, taking the cup. "Thank you."

"Enjoy your food." I said calmly, before placing the other guy's order on his desk. Then, I slapped my forehead. Well, shit. I got the orders mixed up again---almost, at least.

"...Hey, uhm... Soul !"

I paused at my name, before turning around to the girl. She looked nervous, but spoke anyway.

"...You're a weapon, aren't you ?"

I felt my eyes widen.

"...How'd you know...?"

"Soul perception." She stood up, and made her way to me, keeping her bright smile. "I'm a meister ! Are you at the academy ?"

"Uh... Yeah." I shrugged, staring at her. This girl's... I don't know, sorta weird ?

"Great." She laughed. "I'm looking for a weapon of my own !"

Great. She'd end up using me, too.

I don't have anything to lose, for hell's sake. If this girl just wants to use me as her weapon, then it's fine. I'm used to it, anyways. Being a puppet for other people...

"Say," The girl grinned. "Can we be partners ? Unless, of course, you already have one."

"No. I don't."

"Then that's great !"

I looked around, and remembered---we have this piano at the coffee shop's backroom... Hmm...

"...In one condition."

She looked confused. "What is it ?"

I walked, going to the said grand piano. The girl followed me, and as I sat, she was just behind me.

"...Before I agree... Listen to me, first. This... This is the sound of my soul."

Then I started playing the dark, yet beautiful piece I created for myself. The girl was silent. What if she's judging me...? I must look idiotic at this...

It took me minutes to finish. I panted, letting me catch back my breath. Suddenly... She laughed. I turned to her, and she held her hand out.

"I don't understand music a lot, but... I think it's awesome." She said with a cheerful voice. Then, she held her hand out. "I'm Maka. Maka Albarn." She said, her gloved hand waiting for mine to shake it.

"Partners ?"

I made a small grin. This was the first time I was praised sincerely by a person. A girl, even. So, I stood and took her hand, shaking it gently.

"Soul Eater. And yes. Partners."

Months passed, and as day after day came... I slowly start to trust her. At the first weeks she was all smiles, but soon I saw her bad sides, too. At first, I thought she's only using me for her success, but when I was grabbed away from her in this fight, I felt fear and worry in her wavelength. She was panting heavily and was desperate to have me back to her hands---to safety. Not even caring about her busted, bleeding lip from a punch.

...And ever since that day, I was ready to die for her. Fully. To protect her.

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It's been a year and a half since. I'm sixteen now, so is Maka. She's a bookworm, she has fat ankles, she Maka-chops me almost every day I can feel a growing permanent dent in my head. She's reckless at times, and she'd choose to finish two books rather than go outside with me and the others.

I have friends here. Sure, I lost my wealth and my fame... But I found love.

I found her.

She changed me. Back then, I was uncomfortable of being me. I had to be good and responsible.

She was the first to ever see how lazy I am. To witness how I have talents in baking, but not cooking. How I pay more attention to games than other stuff. How I like music, but don't want to play the piano. How I love raw fish. And how I really like kishin egg souls.

Speaking of souls...

"Maka, to your right !"

Maka spun me around and sliced the kishin egg in half. We had to fight twins in this mission.

That was too easy. We killed the other twin easily... Maka was panting from running around, guarding, and attacking. But she's still stable and alert.

"You killed my baby brother !" The larger kishin egg said at his twin's soul. They were... Instrument-like. The said twin had a large bell as his weapon, and this one had a piano in its sword blade. "Now you're going to pay !"

"Maka, let's finish this."

"Of course. I'm hungry, anyways."

I grinned. Typical Maka.

She was about to run and slice the kishin egg in half, but... The sword... It let out threads.

...It has a melody. Maka still ran, however. Maybe she doesn't see it ?

I can hear it. Its dark tune... I know that tune---I countered it before. It's the dark version of my counter melody...

It's madness.

Shit !

"Maka---stop !"

The kishin egg grinned. Maka came into a halt, wide-eyed. "Wha---"

I have no choice. Not again. I'm not going to let Maka get consumed by madness again. The last time she did, was with that clown. I was so useless... I should've protected her that time. I should've understood quick and protected her. [Real happening. Manga, chapters 41, 42, 43 I guess]

"Soul---"

I turned back to my human form, and used my body to protect her. The threads---or rather, the music notes came straight through my chest.

"Soul !"

I coughed, feeling something stir inside me as more notes came, and went inside me. The kishin egg, however, was dissolving into the notes...

"Soul---what's happening ?! The kishin egg's fading---something hit you, isn't it ?!" Maka said as she laid me down on her lap, teary-eyed in worry. "You wouldn't jump in if it was nothing !"

"Come, musician."

I tensed at the words. Tch. I'll have to deal with this... It's better than having her deal with this, right ? She has black blood in her already, because of me. Yeesh.

"Soul ? Soul ! Hey, answer me ! S-soul !" My vision was fading...

And the last thing I remember was her trying to shake me again to wake me up.

I'll be right back, Maka...

I opened my eyes, and I was... In a backstage. Of course I know. I can hear applause outside.

"Soul Evans," The host said from outside. "The Runaway Prince !"

Laughter.

Then there's this force that nudged me. I literally tripped on nothing at the spotlight. Tch. So uncool. More laughter came. I gritted my teeth, and stood back up, walking to the piano stool.

...The piano's overwhelming.

It's been so long since I've played. I might make a mistake... I'll fail, for sure. I'll fail...

Tch.

My hands were shaking... Can I even do this ? If I make a mistake, they'll laugh. They'll compare me to Wes. Again.

...I have to play. I know that.

So I did. I was surprised it's flawless yet---I played the piece I played for Maka back then.

"You chose her because she did understand music, didn't you ?"

Who the fuck...

I look up to see a little kid sitting on my piano while I play. It's... It's me. Back when I was six. Such soulless eyes... How ironic of my name.

"I didn't."

"You did."

One mistake. It rang horribly---I winced at its sound. Tch. I glare at the kid, which seemed to be invisible in the audience's eyes.

"I didn't !"

"You used her to run away, Soul. You became a weapon to run away from expectations."

I grinned. Oh, how I forgot. This was all in my mind. "So ? I admit, yes, I did that. But can you see ?" The kid paused, staring down at me with young red eyes that used to be mine. "I lost fame. I lost wealth. But I had her. And she's more than those."

The kid was surprised, obviously. I didn't bother finishing the piece now... I just stopped and let my hands hang low.

"Your family will never accept you. You should've stayed, trained hard. You should've been like Wes."

"No." I grumbled, standing up. "I had enough ! I used this ability to run away, sure, and I don't regret that ! Because of this pressuring family, I met her. I loved her. I learned how to trust, to love. And most of all, I learned who I am. I'm Soul Eater, the coolest demon scythe, and my partner is the coolest scythe meister to ever exist, Maka Albarn."

"...Thank you."

I tensed, and turned around, seeing Maka in her black dress, holding a smile and clapping gently.

"...She looks so boring..." The little me said with a frown. I turned to him, and picked him up. "You might want to think twice."

I'm running away, again. From the crowd. The spotlight. The expectations. But again, it doesn't matter.

"I never thought you saw me that way." Maka mumbled as we danced---the little me sat on the chair. We were in the black room, too... But without the little red ogre.

"I guess there's no hiding it." I laughed slightly. The kid was silent. "You see, Maka... I know you don't... You can't feel the same way about me---really. I'm... I'm not that---"

"Soul, shut up." Maka gave me a look I know too well, before laughing. "I love you too. And this kid ?" We stopped dancing, and turned to the little me formally sat on the chair. Maka pulled away, and went over to him, smiling.

"You're up for a long way, kid."

Little me looked up at her with a plain expression, but Maka kept her genuine smile. "But don't give up, okay ? Fear's a natural thing ! I'm sure you're afraid of disappointing the crowd, but that's okay. It helps you train harder." She patted his head and messed with his white hair. "If you can't beat your brother in music, well, you can beat him in other things. Like being cooler ! Keep that in mind."

Little me looked up at her---finally having an emotion. Surprise. But then, he gave a small grin.

"...Maybe you're not so boring after all."

One of the endless things I liked of her... She can brighten up anyone with just a smile. And a few words.

The kid glowed, and faded.

I was the first to wake up. I can feel my chin on her shoulder... Seems like she was... Uh... Hugging me.

She soon shifted, and woke up as well. "...We're back."

"Thanks to you."

She pulled away, (much to my disappointment), and laughed. "We were in sync when you got stuck in your own head. I found my way in after a bit."

I gave her a grin, and stood up, holding a hand out for her. "I knew you'd come. Somehow."

"Shut up. You looked like you saw a ghost when I got there." Maka laughed, taking my hand. I pulled her back up on her feet.

"Two souls. Great job !" She grinned as I went over to take each, and eat them. I was enjoying their softness, when Maka spoke again.

"You had so much self-doubt back then." She said with her hands behind her back, smiling. "Did I really..."

"I hate fluffy lines." I grumbled as I finished eating the second soul. "It's uncool. But... Yeah. You did. Somehow."

She laughed. "I'm not really amazing, you know ?"

"Yeah. You're all that but you're short-tempered and you're reckless. You're also a bookworm, too. You also like to---"

"Soul ?"

"...What ?"

"I love you."

I turned to her, and she was holding a wide smile, walking to me. I grinned. "I love you too."

"But..." Her face scrunched up in annoyance, and that gave me a mini heart attack. "Fuck you !" She yelled, and slammed a book to create another dent in my skull.

"MAKA-CHOP !"