Maka sighed unhappily, stepping out of the car & muttering a small thank you to the gentleman holding the door for her to walk through. Knowing it was going to be a long night of dancing with the small selection of guys her father found "Perfect for her & acceptable gentlemen", she sighed again & walked through the doors to the DWMA. Ah, how she loved that school. It had the perfectly balanced library of assorted things, challenging classes that kept up with her, & it wasn't difficult to find a place to sit & read, &/or study. She had learned that recently she'd have to find a weapon, much to her dismay. Maka preferred doing things on her own, the thought of being in a team with a stranger, well it just plumb out depressed her. Walking through the open doors to the ball room, which was marvelous, as the school was for the rich & privileged, she scanned the room for any trace of somebody remotely interesting & found nothing. Little did she know, that at this moment her "Papa" was running behind her & all she got as a warning was a loud,

"MAKAAAAAAAAAA" He sniffled after his comment, tears running down his cheeks.

"What?" She replied irritably, he was embarrassing her in front of the entire school.

"You've ignored me since we got hereee!" He whined at her.

She coughed "There's a reason for that…"

& his over sensitivity snapped at that, he ran off to Shinigami-Sama knows where, she didn't mind one bit. Happy that he wasn't there, & relieved of her father's want for her to be dancing with a man, she trotted off to a seat by the wall & opened her book & began to read. How she loved to read, it was like she escaped from reality & was transported to a real of which anything could happen, & she learned as it did. She was about half an hour into reading contentedly as she realized somebody was standing over her, attempting to read the book with her.

She looked up from her book & shot him a puzzled look, "Erm.. May I help you?"

"Nahh, I just noticed what you're reading, you have a cool taste in books Ms…?" The stranger replied.

"Maka, Maka Albarn", She smiled & outstretched her hand, in a friendly gesture.

"My name is Soul Eater Evans, but you can call me Soul" He grinned, taking her hand & giving it a firm shake. "WHOAH, Waiit a second, Maka Albarn? As in the daughter of Death Scythe-Sama?"

"Soul Eater Evans, as in the concert pianist? Wow, I love your music! & yes, I am his daughter, sadly…." She sighed for the umpteenth time that evening.

"Whoa, whoa, don't go all upset at me now." He sat next to the blonde, curious as to the cause of her troubles.

"He's a terrible womanizer, sorry. Thinking about him makes me kinda unhappy" She said, scowling at the thought of him.

He laughed at the silly face she made. "I feel the same way about my parents, they're a pain."

It was then that she actually saw him & he actually saw her.

She had eyes that were a special type of green, making him think of what it would be like if olives & emeralds could be one as they sparkled in the bright light of the ball room. Her dirty blonde ash hair was tied in pigtails, adorned with black bows on ethire side of her head. Her lips were tinted the palest of pink that reminded him of soft, light pink roses. She had a black dress on, that flaired out at the bottom, with chiffon that graced the top of her non-existant bust & down her arms, forming gloves, all in all the dress went down to her ankles. Her heels were not too high, but high enough to be considered heels, with pointed toes. She had skin that was almost, but not quite as pale as the moonlight seeping onto the outside balconies. He grinned, after looking her down, & she proceded to look him down also, the first thing that struck her was his stark white hair that was casually spiked. The second thing, just as striking as a feature as the first, was his dark strawberry ruby eyes, that seemed to look through her soul. He had a red pinstripe suit on. It being black & red, it had red touches to it, such as the tie & undershirt, but it seemed mostly to her. His black shoes gleamed darkly in the light. She could learn to like him a substantial amount.

"So, Maka, are you a meister or a weapon?" He flashed her his classic grin.

"I'm a meister, & you are?"

"I'm a weapon! Say, you seem like a cool girl, would you like to be my meister?" He asked her, not the least bit prepared for a no, & he wouldn't get one ethire.

She smiled, "Alright! Sounds like fun!"

& that's how the story of Maka Albarn & Soul Eater Evans, the famous daughter of Shinigami-Sama's weapon, & the Famous concert pianist came to be partners & best friends, & weather or not they were dating or not, they never let anybody know of it.

Author's Note:

Woot! My first fanfic! I must say, I'm pretty proud of myself. This only took, what, an hour at most. Bluh, I felt kind of bad, reading all of these fanfics & not contributing to the community. But it's pretty fun! I'll keep doing it, as long as school doesn't get in the way, which it will, Andddd, I'm rambiling. I want to think my Sis, Zoul, for introdoucing me to fanfic, like last year. I know, I know, I suck at paragraph strcture & all such things, but whatever! Words are words, & I, personally, like having it all in one place, it's like a challenge, you can't really look away & remember your place, so you keep reading & yeahh.. But! This is my first fanfic,

Reviews greatly appreciated!