Okay… I've realized that my last SoMa was a little too mature. Sorry! I was just a little horny from watching a movie that kinda… turned me on and imagined myself with my opposite gender best friend and we….. I'm gonna stop there.. Although, I kinda wanna see young, little Nine-Tailed Foxes such as I am in the future.. :P

I promise that this will be total fluff and any mature themes will be my fault! Sue me and I will siphon your soul, got it?

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or any of their content. I only own some original pieces, which came out of my demented imagination, of the story.

Chapter 1: You'll know, from first glance, who are your friends and who are not.

In the hallways of Earl Haig Academy, a young blonde girl by the age of 15 walked carrying 2 binders and 3 textbooks with the support of both arms. She carried the heavy items close to her chest and struggling while at it too. She looked at the hallway ahead and saw that she's on the right way to her class. She walked on continuously, step by step until she arrived at the door of her classroom.

"SNC 1D1 – Science – Dr. Stein" That's what it says on the door.

Normally, most students would arrive 8:15 in the morning because classes start at 8:40. Maka, however, doesn't care. At least, she doesn't have to worry about doing things in the last minute and rushing though to get everything done.

She puts her things at her side and slides down the door, sitting down and stretching her legs. To challenge herself, she tries to reach her toes. She doesn't have anything to do for the time being, except wait and wave at the teachers with smiles on their faces when seeing her pass by.

You see, Maka is a smart girl. By smart, academically smart. She's intellectual, logical and always going by the facts. Teachers love her, especially those who are in Science, Math, History, Geography, English and subjects like those. Not so much for those who don't rely on facts so much such as Religion, Art and Music. Especially Music.

She tried to believe in whatever entity created her and got a B on the report card for that. And yeah, drawing lessons from her best friend, Tsubaki, about anime really helped her which got her another B. But Music? No. She just can't do it. She can't feel the emotions and messages the bare, raw sounds tell her. Lyrics help but the music teacher says that it changes the message.

She sighs. Her dreaded fear next semester, Music. If she doesn't find a tutor soon, she's gonna lose it. She's gonna sulk and be depressed for at least 3 months if she gets a failing grade and she just can't accept that. She sighs again, trying not to think about all the outstanding grades she has in her other subjects but the failing grade in Music sticks out like a sore thumb.

She asks for her friends who had Music this semester for help but they either say that they don't get it or the music teacher is 'out there'. Either way, they got failing grades in the end. Instead, she searches for those who have good marks in Music. She found some but when they try to teach her… Well, she just doesn't get it.

She needs someone. Someone who gets Music and is actually good with it. And possibly, try to make her get it too. Preferably a girl because boys-

"Hello? You there? Seriously.. I've been calling you out for like five minutes. Just do something already!" She gasps in surprise, seeing a large hand waving in front of her face. She tries to move backwards but her back is already against the door.

"Hey! I'm not a murderer. Sheesh, uncool." The anonymous male moves his hand away and puts it in one of his pockets of his black leather jacket. Maka could only stare at him, studying him. Firstly, with his eyes. They were red. Crimson? Or was it bloodshot? They're beautiful anyway. His hair is next. She chuckled at the sight of a hairband in his hair. His white hair. Not like pale gray hair elders have. But white as in white paint. Was it bleached? Or was it natural? He's a mystery.

He grins as he thought of her staring at him. He could make any girl stare at him because of his unusual and strange appearance. He doesn't know why though. It's just that he likes the attention.

By the time the boy grins, he reveals his shark-like teeth. It doesn't scare her for some reason, it only surprises her. All in all, this is what her brain told her: juvenile, delinquent, bad boy, troublemaker, slacker. But that's just from his appearance though.. She doesn't really know what he really is.

"Hey. You done checking me out?" He snaps her out of her thoughts as he smirks. A devil's smirk, she thought. Then the question dawned on her.

"I wasn't checking you out! I was, I was-" She stuttered, desperately finding another word to make it not sound wrong.

"You were what? All I saw is that you just stared at me for ten minutes. That's what I classify as checking out." She knows now that she's gonna be very much annoyed by him.

"I was studying you." Yeah, that kinda seems right.. Right? He laughs, a boyish, natural laugh. She likes it. But.. What was he laughing about..? Oh… She flushes pink. A very cute shade of pink on her face. He likes it.

"You know.. I was just asking where the bathroom was. I really didn't expect for something like this to happen." He calmed down with a smile on his face. A genuine smile, few she received. She likes that.

"Oh, um sorry. The bathroom's that way" She points to her right with her right finger. His gaze follows the direction her finger pointed.

"Cool. Thanks for telling me. Uh, who're you?" He turns back to look at her, smile still on his face.

"Maka. Maka Albarn." She states her name proudly.

"Maka, huh? Weird name for a weird girl. It suits you." He starts to crack up again but seeing the glare on her face with a hand grasping tightly on a textbook, he stopped. He knows that he doesn't wanna be even more stupid like his idiotic best friend, Black*Star. He doesn't even know why they're best friends in the first place!

"Hey! Hey! I'm sorry. It's just kinda weird. Are you Japanese-ish or something" His eyes narrow at her. She looks away, the pink on her cheeks slowly reddening.

"Yeah, my mom's side is Japanese. So yeah." She turns her gaze back to him, with more confidence this time.

"What's your name?" She asks innocently, her eyes getting larger in wonder like a child going to the carnival for the first time. He likes that.

"I go by Soul." He answers but starts to feel uncomfortable. Maybe it's because of holding it in for a while now.

"Soul? That's a weird name too, especially on you. I mean seriously.. Soul sounds like a passionate gentleman or something. Hey! That's just what I got from your name!" She panics are she notices his glare on her. He rolls his eyes.

"Well whatever. We both got weird names. Anyway, I'll see ya later?" Soul asks, he turns away punishing himself for asking a stupid uncool question like that. Seriously, she's not gonna-

"Sure, Soul." She stands up, noticing the bell has rung. She retrieves her things from the seemingly clean floor.

"Shit! I'm gonna be late! Dammit, bathroom! See ya, Maka!" Maka stared at his running form, she classifies him as an athletic type but is lazy at the same time, seeing as he slouches when he stands. She sighs, hoping for another encounter with him.

In the bathroom..

Soul washes his hands, thinking about his unexpected encounter with Maka. He grins. He doesn't care if he's late, as long as he gets to see her again. She's different and she's not like those other girls that ogle at him. He can stay true to himself, it depends on him if he wants to though.

He walks out of the bathroom door with a grin on his face to his first class on everyone's first day.

Like it, love it or hate it? Just gimme a review! I'm planning on continuing it.. Gimme ideas! PM me or something, anything! You can even favourite (I'm a Canadian Nine-Tailed Fox :P) it! Just gimme something, alright? Or I'll siphon your soul… Heheheh… Seriously..

Jaa Ne! ('See You!' in Japanese)

~Ahri