Inevitable Bonds: Chapter 1- Maka's Problem
Story Title: Inevitable BondsChapter Title: Maka's Problem
Chapter #: 1
Rating: PG to T
Summary: When they were first partnered, it was amongst a dark, eerie song played on piano keys. But what about when they had first met?
Author's Notes: First actual chapter whoot! It's actually kind of difficult for me to write this story because of my extreme stickler habits for things that are only canon- and the things I'm writing here may end up not canon in the future. :( Which is why I'm gonna try my best to finish this before then...well, this story won't be long, that's for sure. Maybe only six chapters...?
ANYWAYS, time for you all to enjoy this update while I perform a D.Gray-man song on piano for a talent show at my school! YEAHZ! :P
(And if any of you are wondering, the song is Musician. ;) )
Enjoy!
Oh, and by the way: I don't own Soul Eater or any of its characters (as if that weren't obvious enough). This goes for the prologue too. ;)
PLEASE don't forget to review and tell me what you think! With hope and hard work, next update will be the upcoming weekend as well! b^^d
Prologue is here: community.livejournal.com/soul_maka/25142.html#cutid1
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“Men are the worst. You’re all cheaters…But…I thought I finally found someone I could trust…”
- Maka, Episode 1
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“Did you hear? There is a new transfer student coming to Shibusen!”
Maka didn’t glance up from her book, but she was no less deaf to the gossip of the girls sitting up ahead. Were transfers that uncommon here?
Her expression was neutral as her dexterous fingers flipped another page. She would have loved to ask someone more about the matter, but then decided against it- the teacher would be here soon, anyways.
“Class! In your seats this instant!” yelled their homeroom teacher, and everyone still standing tripped over their own feet in their hurry to comply. “We have a new student among us,” the woman continued as she stepped to the side, “and I want you all to welcome him to our Class of Rising Dawn. Because just like the dawn-”
“We are all beginners,” everyone finished in monotone syllables. Maka didn’t miss how some of the guys next to her were rolling their eyes and flicking off the teacher underneath their desks. She sighed and closed her book to give their teacher- and incoming classmate- her undivided attention.
“Well? Young man, we don’t have all day.”
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” came the unapologetic response, and in walked a boy with the most bored facial expression Maka thought possible for someone’s first day at the academy. His hands were in his pockets, his bag was almost trailing on the floor, and his entire aura practically oozed a laid-back attitude.
‘Great. Another idiot.’
The teacher made a small rumble in her throat, a frown etched on her face by the newcomer’s sarcasm. “Class, this is Soul E-”
“Eater,” the boy interrupted- his second mark of rudeness for the day, Maka wryly noted. “Soul Eater,” he repeated, this time looking around at the whole class.
“I see,” the teacher gritted out. She pointed a stiff finger at an empty desk two seats from Maka’s. “Well then, Soul Eater, make sure to march your way over to that desk. Our class needs to get on with its lessons, if you please.”
“Sure thing,” came the dry answer, and it wasn’t long before he was settled in his seat and looking at the board. He slouched forward and pillowed his head on his arms when the teacher turned and began their lesson, as though he had come all this way for nothing more than a nap.
Maka stared at him impassively for a moment, then opened her notebook and began taking notes.
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First day at this school, and it was already a drag.
For starters, he had a sneaking suspicion that the teacher wasn’t very fond of him. The proof? All those whacks his desk received from her ruler whenever he felt his eyelids droop- but what did she expect? For him to actually like those boring lectures she gave? That sort of stuff wasn’t his style.
Soul sighed and took quick look around the cafeteria, his lunch tray grasped firmly in his hands. Fantastic. All the tables were packed- and he definitely wasn’t in the mood for any small talk. Maybe he should go sit in a corner somewhere…
His view snagged on a small table near the back of the room, empty save for a gloomy-looking girl reading a book. Well, she didn’t look like much of a pain, and it was better than nothing, right?
‘Right,’ came the skeptic echo. He strolled over to the table and plunked down his tray as though he belonged there. Just as he had expected, the girl looked up and fixed him with questioning eyes.
“Yo,” he greeted. “It’s cool if I sit here, right?”
No answer…save for her looking back down at her book.
‘Guess I’ll take that as a yes.’ Soul clapped his hands together, muttered a “Thanks for the meal” and began munching on thick stew. He glanced at the girl, but her eyes hadn’t moved an inch from her miniscule tome.
Well, he hadn’t wanted any small talk, but damn. Exactly how gloomy was this chick? Her silence was creeping him out!
Not that he was gonna admit it, of course.
“Hey,” he mumbled, his words muffled by carrots and beef.
Once again, no answer.
So, she didn‘t want any chit-chat either. Well, he could see where she was coming from- he was all about keeping distance, so it was all cool.
But despite himself, Soul took a closer look at the girl’s face: at the blank expression, serious eyes, and stubborn chin. Did this girl have any friends at all? His eyes shifted left and right across the otherwise empty table. Probably not.
“Not the sociable type, are y-”
Slam went the book as the girl clapped it shut. She didn’t even spare him a glance as she stood and walked away- lunchbox, book, and all.
A million thoughts ran through his head, ranging from What the hell and a What was her problem and a condescending I shouldn’t have done that to a rather humiliating,
‘That went well.’
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It was sunset when Maka reached her one-room apartment. She set her bag near her bed and went about washing the few dishes in her sink, the fading sunlight glinting off each fork and plate that she held.
Her thoughts flitted back to the incident that day, and her soapy hands sank into a bubbly mess of suds.
Maybe it was a bit rude of her to do that to the guy…he was new, after all. He was probably trying to fit in, just like everyone did on their first day of school. Well, now he knew where not to fit in, huh?
Immediately her eyebrows furrowed, her mind caging in her thoughts with determination and purpose. It didn’t matter what he thought of her now; she wasn’t here for friends, and especially not with any boys. She had a goal to accomplish, and getting too involved with others would distract her from that. Besides…
‘I don’t trust guys.’
Her movements were stiff when she turned off the faucet. Even so…she was a meister, and meisters needed weapons. She needed a weapon. Which was fine and all, but it was impossible to be partners with a weapon who didn’t match your soul wavelength.
…Not to mention her brief friend list. She was far too serious to get along with many of her classmates- a courteous “hi” was said here and there, but that was it.
She shifted her eyebrows as a new idea came to her. What if…
What if her soul matched wavelengths with a boy?
“Pbfft.” She actually was about to laugh on that one. What a joke.
There was no way she would ever get along with men.
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A/N: My idea of Soul being a transfer student, I admit, came from a fanfiction called The Dreamscape, which is here: www.fanfiction.net/s/4735275/1/The_Dreamscape
It is a GREAT SoulxMaka fanfic still in progress, and I advise it to anyone who hasn't read it before! ^^
And now that all my credit has gone where it's due, I now bid you...adieu. XP