Author's Notes:

I don't own Soul eater or any of its character's, no copyright is intended.

Italics - Means the person is thinking.

This story is an AU (Alternate Universe) so things that happened in the Anime/Manga have no relation to this story, and this story will be completely different from both the Anime and the Manga just so you know.

Please enjoy, :D

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Maka's P.O.V:

Be a good girl, that's what I was told all through my life, when I was a baby and my parents would sometimes leave me alone with baby-sitters, or neighbours, 'Be a good girl, Maka,'

When my parents got divorced, and Mama left Papa and me, 'Be a good girl, Maka,'

When I first went to Highschool, and Papa waved to me from the gates, 'Be a good girl, Maka,'

That's what I had always been, for my whole life I had been the perfect girl that my parents wanted, the girl that always did what she was told, the girl many would call, 'boring,'

That's all I ever was the boring, perfect little good girl, that never had a single friend throughout all of her school life, the only person that was close to her was her Father, and the only thing to keep her company through the day were her precious books, which she would spend all day reading half the time.

Nothing ever changed for me, it was always the same, until now that is.

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"We're here baby girl," my Papa and I stepped out of his car, and looked upto our new home.

It wasn't anything special really, the house was kinda small, and the street that it was on wasn't all that crowed (which I liked), but all the times that Papa and me had moved around together, I now had a feeling that this would be our home for a while.

As I looked around my new street, I thought, 'Yes, this is my new home now, my new life, no more of that little perfect girl that would do everything she was told to do, no more kissing upto to teachers, and being teased by other students, I am no longer that good little girl, now I could be whoever I wanted,'

I was now 16 years old, I had left my last Highschool, and now here I was, in my new home, probably going to my new school tomorrow, where everything would be different this time, I wouldn't just sit around reading my books, and listening to every word that the teachers say, I would be daring, maybe skip a few lessons, I would be known as the rebel of the school, the one that didn't give a damn about anything anymore, and I would finally have some friends.

I sighed happily as Papa and I quickly got inside our new home, and started to up-pack all of our things. The house was small, it only had two bedrooms, and it would defiantly need some TLC (tender love and care), since it seemed like it was falling down in places, but that didn't matter to me, as I quickly went upstairs, and claimed the bigger bedroom as mine, by starting to un-pack all my clothes, and make myself at home.

I slowly walked over to the window and opened it, breathing in the fresh air of spring, as my deep emerald eyes closed, and I felt at peace for a few seconds, until someone caught my eye when I opened them again.

There was a young boy running and jumping around a tree, just across the road from where my new home was, the boy looked upset, as he was constantly screaming at the tree for some strange reason.

"STUPID, DUMB TREE! GIVE ME BACK MY BALL!"

It seemed like his football had got caught up in the tree, and now he was desperately trying to get it down. His light brown hair stuck to his forehead as sweat started to run down his face, he jumped up the tree for what I could only guess was the one hundredth time, and fell down from it again, unsuccessfully getting the ball that was still stuck up there.

I thought of helping him, after all just because I was now going to be 'The Rebel of the School' didn't mean I wasn't nice at times right?

'The Rebel of the School' I'm starting to like that,' I thought with a smile, before I looked back to the young boy again.

"Hey, what's wrong little man?" Some older boy came walking upto the young boy, with a gentle smile on his lips.

"My ball got stuck up in that dumb tree," the young boy answered with a sigh.

The older boy looked to be around my age, if not a little older, as he stood at a much taller height than the younger boy, he seemed odd, white skin, jet black hair that had three strange looking white lines going half-way around it, a leather jacket was worn over his grey vest top, with black jeans and shoes to match, he seemed nice enough though, as a minute later he held the younger boy up on his shoulders and helped him get his football back down from the tree.

"Thank you, Mister," the younger boy smiled once he had been put back down.

"You're welcome little man, just stay away from big trees like this one, when you're playing with that alright?" the older teen smiled back as he leaned down and ruffled the younger boy's light brown hair, before the younger boy nodded and went running off to go and play with his football some more.

The teen stood back up straight as he smiled at the young boy, before he turned in my direction, and started right at me.

I stepped back a little as I moved away from the window slightly, 'Had he seen me, did he know that I had been watching him this whole time?'

I looked again and he was still there, he hadn't moved an inch, as he still stared right at me. I felt paralysed as I looked back to him and saw his shining golden eyes looking up to me, even though he was across the street from me I felt like somehow those golden eyes of his were starting deep into my soul, as they didn't leave me once, until finally he smiled and shrugged his shoulders, chuckling slightly as he turned and went walking off away from my house, whistling to himself as he disappeared down into a dark alley-way.

"W-who was that?" I questioned out loud as I leaned over the window-ledge and looked in the direction of where that strange looking teen had disappeared off into, propping myself up on my elbow, and resting my chin on my closed fist, while the wind blew my long, blonde bangs over my eyes. I brushed it out of the way and tucked it behind my ear with my free hand, and felt like smiling at that moment, 'I've never seen someone with those kind of eyes before,' was what I thought, before I heard my Papa calling for me.

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Writer's P.O.V:

Maka came walking down the stairs as she answered to her Dad calling to her, and was a little surprised to see a young teen in her new house standing beside her Dad in the kitchen.

Maka slowly walked into the kitchen as she took caution to not catch the stranger's eye, moving around to hide behind her Dad, but still having her deep emerald and suspicious eyes on the other teen. The teen was a boy, looking to be only a month or two older than her, he was a little bit taller than her and defiantly struck her as someone she shouldn't trust.

The boy had pure white hair that was un-kept, spiked up and sticking out on his left side, his eyes were a deep ruby-red, and if they didn't put her off more, than the shark-looking teeth that were hiding inside his mouth (slowly becoming visible to her as he chatted to her Dad) sure did.

"Ahh Maka, there you are," Spirit smiled as he moved aside so that his daughter was now in line with the stranger's vision and could see her clearly, "This is Soul Evans, he's our next-door neighbour it would seem, he's your age, and he said that he's going to the same Highschool that you'll be starting tomorrow, isn't that great?"

"No, he looks shady and un-tidy, what does he live in a barn or something?" Maka raised an eye-brow to her Dad as she avoided the other teen's crimson eyes, and hid behind her Father again.

"Sweetie, that's not very nice, he's our neighbour. Now why don't you introduce yourself to him, while I go and talk to his parents, they're in the lounge right now," Spirit tried to stay positive as he crossed his fingers and hoped that his daughter wouldn't be too hard on this stranger, since he knew how cold and un-welcoming his little girl can be towards people she didn't know, epically if that person happen to be a boy as he left the teens alone in the kitchen.

"So you're Maka right?" Soul asked with a polite smile.

"None of your business, shark-face," Maka just turned away from Soul as she folded her arms and slightly glared to the direction that her Dad had walked off into.

"Hey you're not so good looking yourself, flat-chest," Soul remarked back, not wanting to lose and be made a fool of by this girl he had only just met,

"At least I can actually make myself look tidy and presentable in-front of strangers, you look like some homeless kid that hangs out around dust-bins all day," Maka could tell just from how he answered that she already wasn't going to get along with this guy.

Soul thought of fighting back, but decided against it since insulting the girl wouldn't help his situation much more, "Listen let's just start over, I'm Soul Evans, and you are? He asked calmly and polity now, hoping that Maka would do the same.

"Maka Grace Albarn, now get out of my house, before I throw you out,"

'This girl really wasn't up for meeting new people' Soul thought with a sigh, before he tried again, "Listen you've just moved in and are maybe a little nervous about coming here and meeting new people, I get that, but we're going to be neighbours from now on, so like it or not we're going to have to learn to get along,"

Maka didn't reply at first instead she just stood there, now glaring to Soul like he had just takin away her favourite book, while he just looked back to her uneasily.

"So how's it going in here?" Spirit asked as he happily walked back into the kitchen, hoping to see the two teens talking and laughing with each other, however what he saw was the exact opposite, as Soul seemed awfully nervous, while Maka stood silent giving the other teen the cold shoulder.

"Umm…Soul can walk with you to the school tomorrow if you like, maybe than you could get to know him better, how's that sound?" the red-headed man asked as he desperately tried to keep his positive act up, and hoping his stubborn daughter would just agree with him.

"Yeah sure, and I'll even show you around the school if you like," Soul added, hoping that he would at least get a small smile from this girl.

"No thanks I can show myself around, now I need to go and un-pack the rest of my things," Maka stated as she turned to leave the kitchen.

"Wait Maka, isn't there something else you would like to say to Soul here?" Spirit tried one last time.

Maka didn't reply at first all she did was look back to her Dad with a blank stare, before she turned away from him again, "Go die in a hole somewhere, Soul," she coldly replied, before returning to her new bedroom upstairs, leaving her Dad and Soul a little stunned at what she had just said.

"I am so sorry Soul, she's normally not that mean, maybe it's just the fact that everything is just so new to her," Spirit deeply apologized for his daughter's words, with a heavy sigh.

"It's alright, at least she actually called me by my name this time," Soul replied with a smile to Spirit, 'She sure is an interesting girl' he thought as he watched Maka disappear upstairs.

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Maka now lay on her back on her new 'bed,' (which was just a foam mattress, with a load of blankets thrown on top of it, since her real bed hadn't been brought into the house just yet) as she sighed heavily and looked upto the ceiling.

'I wonder what that boy with the golden eyes is like,' she thought as she glanced to her bedroom window (which was still open), "I don't think I'd mind meeting him," she whispered with a slight smile, before she looked up to the ceiling again.

'So far this new life of mine is headed downhill it would seem,'

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So here it is my new KiMa story, I did want to start on this earlier, but I have been busy, and awfullly tired lately so I wasn't able to get this out to you guys any sooner than now, but I hope you read and enjoy anyway.

P.S: Don't worry all my work is done now, so expect chapther 2 to be up and ready VERY soon. :D

Killerchainsaw ;)