Soul Eater Fic: Showtime
So here's the oneshots for that Parentswap AU project that I have done so far. Terrible OOC ahoy. Enjoy anyways.
Title: Showtime
Fandom: Soul Eater
Rating: K+-T
Pairing: Soul/Maka if you squint
Summery: A snapshot of the first meeting between Soul Albarn and Maka Evans.
America really is different from her home. People were more casual, conversation and hysterical laughter floated about the air and she cannot feel more out of place than she does now.
She feels like she's the only colored spot on a canvas of unfamiliar faces and she would be in the light of attention. It's something that really makes her uneasy.
Dressed in a long, mid-calf length black skirt and a formal white dress shirt, the girl nervously adjusts her nametag that reads 'weapon'. Though how she's supposed to find a Meister that would take a weapon like her was beyond her knowledge. Still, she wanders the crowd of chattering people, flashes spring on the edge of her vision as other weapons show off their forms and talents and she really doesn't like being around this many unfamiliar people. Sure, Shibusen kindly signed her up, but finding a partner right away was definitely something that would not happen.
Nobody really pays attention to her, and for that, she's both parts grateful and disappointed. It would definitely be a while before she found a partner.
When she's circled the front of the vast courtyard before the school at least once she turns and heads inside.
It's vast, and orderly and the halls are completely empty because everyone's outside, not that she minds too much. She wanders the halls, taking in what was going to be her new school. It's very much different from the music school in England.
But like any school, it has classrooms, it has a principal office, a cafeteria and, yes, even a music room. A vast, black and pristine piano sits in the center, and she approaches it, pressing a few keys in a rhythm she doesn't really think about.
She's not good at the piano, even though her parents really pushed her to learn it back home. Yes, she can play, no, not very well.
Still, she sits on the bench, and her fingers begin to press the keys down in an order she knows by heart. It's a slow song at first, but it picks up in pace and keeps a melody. A fairly easy one, and something she really enjoys playing compared to other vastly difficult music sheets her parents hoped that she would learn.
And she eventually finishes, and smiles, lifting her hands from the ivory bars.
"That's pretty good."
The weapon jumps in her spot, and swirls around, eyes wide and body tense. Her face catches fire promptly to see that, indeed, someone's heard her play.
He's dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, there’s a tag on his front that reads 'Meister' and his head is covered in a mess of snowy white hair, but what strikes her the most are his ruby red eyes, unlike anything she'd ever seen before. His smile is pleasant but she tries not to look at him directly in the face.
“I’m not really that good.“ She corrects him. “My parents made me learn piano...“
“Lucky.“ He seems to laugh, stepping over to her. “All my dad made me learn was battle tactics.”
Somehow, she’s able to smile at that. “Trade you.”
He laughs, and strides over to the piano and plinks out a few notes in no particular order. “Always wanted to play the piano.”
“I wanted to learn the guitar…” She murmurs, and in her long life of a path being chosen for her, admitting it at last to herself something of a relief.
“Then why don’t you while you’re here?”
“But I’m gonna’ be so busy with studies.”
“That’s no fun. Come on, we’re Shibusen students, definitely gonna have some time for things other than studying.”
Somehow, the knowledge of this feels almost…enlightening to her.
“Oh, I see.”
“May I?” He asks her, sitting beside her on the bench, and she feels extremely awkward.
“Sure, I guess.”
He grins and he starts playing another simple piece. His inexperience shows, but at least he’s enthusiastic about it. He definitely had potential, like her brother.
When he finishes, she smiles.
“It’s really good.”
“Thanks.”
“Ummm…” She brushes her medium-length blonde hair back. “I’m Maka. Maka Evans.”
“Soul Albarn.” He answers, extending a hand and grasping hers in a handshake. Their contact feels almost…tingly. And she’s not the only one to notice. He shoots her a grin full of shark teeth that she hadn’t seen before and stands.
“What kind of weapon are you?”
“Nothing special, really.” She answers.
“Come on, lemmie see.”
“Well…OK.” She stands and walks a good distance from the piano, not wanting to risk damaging it.When she focuses, her body flashes and then she's on another plane of reality.
She see’s him through the blades reflection, and he casually walks over to pick her up.
And to her absolute surprise, he can do it with ease.
“This is pretty cool.” He chuckles, giving her form an experimental swing. “You know, my dad’s a scythe, too.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He sets her down and allows her to transform back. “Feels pretty good.”
“Oh…thanks.”
“Welcome.” He laughs, and he turns to leave.
“Hey, ummm…”
“Yeah?”
“…youwouldn’thappentohaveapartneralreadywouldyou?”
“You kidding? All those bozo’s ain’t cool enough for me.”
“Oh…” She fidgets.
“What’s with that look?”
“I’m not…really ‘cool’ either, though.”
“Are you kidding?” He laughs. “You have any idea how hard it is to find a weapon I can actually pick up or not get fried?”
“R-Really?” She asks, feeling hopeful against her will.
“Course.”
She rubs her arm, feeling a bit awkward at the praise. She’d never been praised like that before.
“You’d make a kickass partner, a cool weapon like you.”
“Thanks.” She really hopes he’s not lying.
“So what do ya’ say? Wanna give it a shot?”
And when he extends his hand for the second time, waiting for hers, she takes it, and the beginnings of a partnership hum in light vibrations between their skin.
Title: Showtime
Fandom: Soul Eater
Rating: K+-T
Pairing: Soul/Maka if you squint
Summery: A snapshot of the first meeting between Soul Albarn and Maka Evans.
America really is different from her home. People were more casual, conversation and hysterical laughter floated about the air and she cannot feel more out of place than she does now.
She feels like she's the only colored spot on a canvas of unfamiliar faces and she would be in the light of attention. It's something that really makes her uneasy.
Dressed in a long, mid-calf length black skirt and a formal white dress shirt, the girl nervously adjusts her nametag that reads 'weapon'. Though how she's supposed to find a Meister that would take a weapon like her was beyond her knowledge. Still, she wanders the crowd of chattering people, flashes spring on the edge of her vision as other weapons show off their forms and talents and she really doesn't like being around this many unfamiliar people. Sure, Shibusen kindly signed her up, but finding a partner right away was definitely something that would not happen.
Nobody really pays attention to her, and for that, she's both parts grateful and disappointed. It would definitely be a while before she found a partner.
When she's circled the front of the vast courtyard before the school at least once she turns and heads inside.
It's vast, and orderly and the halls are completely empty because everyone's outside, not that she minds too much. She wanders the halls, taking in what was going to be her new school. It's very much different from the music school in England.
But like any school, it has classrooms, it has a principal office, a cafeteria and, yes, even a music room. A vast, black and pristine piano sits in the center, and she approaches it, pressing a few keys in a rhythm she doesn't really think about.
She's not good at the piano, even though her parents really pushed her to learn it back home. Yes, she can play, no, not very well.
Still, she sits on the bench, and her fingers begin to press the keys down in an order she knows by heart. It's a slow song at first, but it picks up in pace and keeps a melody. A fairly easy one, and something she really enjoys playing compared to other vastly difficult music sheets her parents hoped that she would learn.
And she eventually finishes, and smiles, lifting her hands from the ivory bars.
"That's pretty good."
The weapon jumps in her spot, and swirls around, eyes wide and body tense. Her face catches fire promptly to see that, indeed, someone's heard her play.
He's dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, there’s a tag on his front that reads 'Meister' and his head is covered in a mess of snowy white hair, but what strikes her the most are his ruby red eyes, unlike anything she'd ever seen before. His smile is pleasant but she tries not to look at him directly in the face.
“I’m not really that good.“ She corrects him. “My parents made me learn piano...“
“Lucky.“ He seems to laugh, stepping over to her. “All my dad made me learn was battle tactics.”
Somehow, she’s able to smile at that. “Trade you.”
He laughs, and strides over to the piano and plinks out a few notes in no particular order. “Always wanted to play the piano.”
“I wanted to learn the guitar…” She murmurs, and in her long life of a path being chosen for her, admitting it at last to herself something of a relief.
“Then why don’t you while you’re here?”
“But I’m gonna’ be so busy with studies.”
“That’s no fun. Come on, we’re Shibusen students, definitely gonna have some time for things other than studying.”
Somehow, the knowledge of this feels almost…enlightening to her.
“Oh, I see.”
“May I?” He asks her, sitting beside her on the bench, and she feels extremely awkward.
“Sure, I guess.”
He grins and he starts playing another simple piece. His inexperience shows, but at least he’s enthusiastic about it. He definitely had potential, like her brother.
When he finishes, she smiles.
“It’s really good.”
“Thanks.”
“Ummm…” She brushes her medium-length blonde hair back. “I’m Maka. Maka Evans.”
“Soul Albarn.” He answers, extending a hand and grasping hers in a handshake. Their contact feels almost…tingly. And she’s not the only one to notice. He shoots her a grin full of shark teeth that she hadn’t seen before and stands.
“What kind of weapon are you?”
“Nothing special, really.” She answers.
“Come on, lemmie see.”
“Well…OK.” She stands and walks a good distance from the piano, not wanting to risk damaging it.When she focuses, her body flashes and then she's on another plane of reality.
She see’s him through the blades reflection, and he casually walks over to pick her up.
And to her absolute surprise, he can do it with ease.
“This is pretty cool.” He chuckles, giving her form an experimental swing. “You know, my dad’s a scythe, too.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He sets her down and allows her to transform back. “Feels pretty good.”
“Oh…thanks.”
“Welcome.” He laughs, and he turns to leave.
“Hey, ummm…”
“Yeah?”
“…youwouldn’thappentohaveapartneralreadywouldyou?”
“You kidding? All those bozo’s ain’t cool enough for me.”
“Oh…” She fidgets.
“What’s with that look?”
“I’m not…really ‘cool’ either, though.”
“Are you kidding?” He laughs. “You have any idea how hard it is to find a weapon I can actually pick up or not get fried?”
“R-Really?” She asks, feeling hopeful against her will.
“Course.”
She rubs her arm, feeling a bit awkward at the praise. She’d never been praised like that before.
“You’d make a kickass partner, a cool weapon like you.”
“Thanks.” She really hopes he’s not lying.
“So what do ya’ say? Wanna give it a shot?”
And when he extends his hand for the second time, waiting for hers, she takes it, and the beginnings of a partnership hum in light vibrations between their skin.