Okay, I don't own Soul Eater… And it sucks having to say that.
So guys… This is, 'It's Who We Really Are' rewritten… I hate the feeling of guilt when I look back at the last chapter and yeah, it was pretty much just an edited version of another story… So, I'm really sorry if I caused all you guys a problem…
Just wanted to clear that up. ")
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Throughout Time
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"Maka, come and try on the dress your father bought you," An ashy blonde, green eyed woman called; her name also known as Kami Albarn.
Maka, daughter of Kami and Spirit Albarn, and 7-years-old sighed and rolled her eyes and perked herself up. "Yes mama." She called.
Yes, Maka Albarn hates the life she lives; Rich and wealthy. In her eyes, it's just not right. Nothing that's bought can have real value to her.
Young Maka walked into her mother and father's bedroom and gaped at the dress her mother held up. It was a fuschia pink, with gold and silver jewels and emblems. The light making them sparkle.
"Um, mama? I don't really… Wanna' try that on…" The little girl, almost identical to her mother, spoke up quietly.
"And why not?" Kami snapped, making her daughter look up with big, glassy eyes.
"Uh… Err… I-I…" Maka took a deep breath and looked into her mother's eyes. "I don't like it."
"Well tough luck little lady. You're trying it on and you will be the most beautiful girl at that dance," Kami said with a stern glint in her voice.
Maka, being only 7-years-old did not want to deface her parents. So, being the polite little girl she is, let her mother doll her up.
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"Stupid!" A now, 8-year-old Maka yelled into the skies. "I hate that stupid job! Stupid Politics! Stupid Law!" She shouted and fell against a tree and sighed and slid down it.
"I wish my parents didn't have to be so stuck up…" She grumbled into her knees. The wind gently whooshing through her ashy blonde pigtails and making her forest eyes glossy.
The young girl looked up to the clouds and pouted and let the tears slide down her face.
"I hate rich people…"
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"Oh, hello Maka dear," Joan called. She was one of the maids her mother hired. The eldest in fact and Maka's favourite. Joan actually treated Maka with love and respect, and also treated her like her age. 10-years-old.
"Hi Joan!" Maka smiled and sat down to talk to her favourite maid. "How are you today?" She asked in her usual cute voice.
"Oh I'm fine dear, and how are you?" Joan replied with an old and withered, yet warm and friendly smile.
"I'm good too thank you!" Maka grinned and went to get a drink. "Would you like one too Joan?" She asked when she returned.
"Oh no I'm fine thank you Maka, I really must be getting back to work, it was lovely to speak with you again hun," Joan said and took Maka's hand in her own and nodded.
Maka smiled gently and sat down and watched as the maid disappeared behind a door. The girl sighed and lay down on the sofa, closing her eyes and falling into a deep sleep.
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11-year-old Maka was digging in the garden and planting flowers. It was her job to do the gardening since her parents fired all the other gardeners.
She sighed and rubbed her forehead with the back of her wrist. "This sucks…" She set down the trowel she was working with and stretched and crack her fingers. "Aaahhh… That's better," She grinned.
Then, she heard a crash from somewhere in the house and jerked up from her knees and stared up at windows that lead to her parents' room.
"DAMMIT SPIRIT! KEEP… DOING… THAT!" She heard her mother squeal and another crash was heard.
Maka gawked at the window and blinked a few times, before the colour in her face drained and she shuddered, even though the sun was beating down on her.
"Disgusting…" She rolled her eyes and looked back down at the flowers she was focusing on and started to dig again.
"OH MY GOD!" She heard her mother scream again and Maka glared up at the window and took her IPod out of her pocket and shoved the headphones into her ears and turned her music up full blast.
"Stupid Mama and Papa…" She growled.
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"NO! I HATE THIS! I DON'T WANT ANY OF THIS!" Maka yelled at Kami and Spirit. "YOU DON'T KNOW WHO I AM. YOU CAN'T CONTROL ME!" She shouted and pointed an accusing finger at her father.
"You. You try to buy my love. Buy it? You can't buy love! You express it! How could you be so dense Papa?" She exclaimed, glaring holes through her father's head.
"And you? Mama, I thought, that since I'm your daughter, that you would actually love me… But I guess I was wrong, wasn't I?" She growled, turning to her mother.
"Maka, stop being inconvenient. You're being-"
"I'm being what? Tell me because I sure as hell don't know what I've everdone wrong to make you people hate me!" Maka exclaimed, tears of anger burning the back of her eyes.
"We don't hate you dear, we-"
"Stop denying it." Maka growled, interrupting her mother. "You do hate me. You don't treat me like a daughter. I hate how you're so rich and snobby! It makes me sick." She hissed, biting back her tears.
"Maka, stop these sudden outbursts. They give me migranes…" Spirit grumbled, massaging his temples with his hands.
Maka glared daggers at her so-called 'parents' and stalked out of the room without another word.
"They just don't get me!" She growled angrily at herself.
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"I'm Soul Evans." The mysterious stark white haired boy held out his hand which was draped over his guitar. "You're Maka Albarn, right?"
Maka grinned and nodded and shook his hand, making Soul grin too, showing a set of jagged teeth and his ruby eyes sparkled. "My nickname's also Soul 'Eater', but call me whatever suits I guess." He smirked and shrugged.
"So what are you into Maka? I hear we're both from wealthy backgrounds huh? It's so uncool," Soul said.
Maka nodded slightly and swallowed. "I hate it… My parents just don't get me… I'm not the type of person they think I am," She scowled slightly, looking out the window at the moon and stars shining brightly over Death City, Nevada.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. My family want me to follow in the footsteps of my brother Wes. He plays violin," Soul explained.
"Oh? And what do you play? Other than guitar…" Maka giggled slightly.
"Oh, well, I play guitar, piano, drums and bass, and I sing a little… What about you? Do you play anything?" Soul replied, strumming the guitar lightly.
Maka studied the boy's face before blinking and shaking her head. "No… But I sing… Heheh… So, if you could do anything… What would you do?"
Soul smirked, his teeth glinting in the dim light. "That's simple. I wanna' be in a rock band. I wanna' be known for the music that I create and I wanna' travel the world," He grinned, staring at the moon in a daze.
Maka smiled; surprised, shocked even that Soul had the same goal as she did.
"Would you need a singer?" She asked shyly, finding her hands very interesting.
"Hell yeah!" She snapped her head back up as Soul was grinning at her like a maniac. "We'll do it together Maka! Let's do it!" He smiled, only knowing the girl for a few hours, but knowing everything about her already.
Maka smiled back, a warm aura around her and shook his hand again. "Right. In in together," She grinned.
Soul chuckled and Maka soon followed and throughout the night, they found out everything about one another…
A 12-year-old girl and 13-year-old boy, making a pact to change each other's lives from that night on…
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"TURN IT UP! IT HAS TO BE LOUDER!" An over-powered Black*Star shouted, twirling his drumsticks in his fingers.
5 years after the night Maka and Soul befriended, it took them time, but they formed a band with their other friends, Black*Star, Kid and Liz. It's still their dream to become known, and they work their asses off every single day.
Soul and Liz played tines on their guitars and Kid plucked his bass strings while Maka pursed her lips after taking a sip of water.
"Have you decided on what song to practise yet Soul?" Maka asked, sitting down on a stool.
"No, not yet, I'm still working on it…" The teenage boy mumbled in return as he scribbled down notes and words on a sheet of paper.
"Well we gotta' think! Battle of the Bands is next year man!" Black*Star yelled.
Everyone stared at the blue haired eedjit disbelievingly.
"I'm sure we'll think of something before then Black*Star," Kid spoke up.
"Yeah, we'll get it soon enough," Maka sighed, running a hand through her hair.
"Besides, with Soul as the guy who's preparing the song, no doubt we'll have it really soon," Liz chuckled as Soul dropped the pencil from his mouth and stared up at her with big eyes.
Everyone laughed at his expression and pointed a finger at him.
"DUDE! YOUR FACE!" Black*Star cackled and Soul threw a bottle at his head and he fell off his stool and hit his head off a symbol from his drum kit. "Ow…" He grumbled.
While the others helped Black*Star, Maka looked over at Soul who was staring out the window with slits for eyes. She walked up to him and stood by his side.
"We'll get it soon… I know you Soul, you can do it. I'm with you every step of the way," She stated in a soft tone.
Soul looked down, then up to his forest eyed friend and grinned and held his hand up. "Damn straight," He smirked. Maka smirked back at him and they high-fived, sealing more accomplishments together.
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That was then… This is now.
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Hey again guys! Well, this is the NEW and IMPROVED chapter 1 of
It's Who We Really Are…
Oh, btw, for the band, these are the positions of everyone…
Soul – Lead Guitar / Keyboard / Backing Vocals.
Maka – Lead Vocals / Part Rhythm Guitar.
Liz – Full Time Rhythm Guitar.
Black*Star – Drums.
Kid – Bass.
Oh! And the ages throughout this, here's what I'm planning…
Soul - 19 years old.
Maka – 18 years old.
Liz – 20 years old.
Black*Star – 18 years old.
Kid – 18 years old.
Well guys, thanks again for reading, and I hope I didn't cause any problems…
If I did… I'm really sorry…
And, to the 3 authors who read this first, I'm grateful you even commented on that story… Because I don't normally get that very many of reviews… So, thanks a lot, it means so much to me…
But! I'm blabbering! So, I hope y'all enjoy reading this as much as I'll enjoy writing it!
Peace Out! \m/
-MusicSoundsMySoul 14
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