"Long encounters"

A/N: Ebby ru in!

Oh man, I've always wanted to write what if they were normal stuff... But they aren't and that wouldn't be them. So yeah. This is my imagination and with a bit of fluff and romance to their ever "ordinary" life in some prestigious school.

Shibusen. A high school for the excels and riches. Only the smartest of students enter and only those who strives to succeed does. Many have studied hard day and night to get into this school, sacrificing their time, friends and families to the mundane studious hours. You could say even a mother sold her kidney to pay for her child to enter this school. However, I do not need to do any of the above, instead I received a letter of recognition, inviting me to the school.

Dear Mr and Mrs Albarn,

It is in our interest to inform you your child is one of the following 0.1% whom perform outstandingly in this years 2005 tests. We hope your child, Maka, enters our school Shibusen ALSA (Academics Literature and Sports Academy).

Yours sincerely

My first step in the school had me absorb in its architect. I didn't even watch where I stepped, I was all too awe. The road paved its way in stone grounds and fresh green grass grew on its sides. Cherry tree blossomed, and it was winter. The school was towered with buildings art from the renaissance period; curved windows, brick layered walls and triangular prism apexes. It was so beautiful. I stalked to the corridor mesmerized by the panorama while I listened to the very soothing music. Wait. That was not part of the school or anything. Someone was playing it. The piano.
Slowly I walked to the room, listening to it. The song played was so romantic and at the same time all eerie and haunting. Hauntingly romantic. I couldn't wait to see the pianist. 'Music room - 13', I read the sign and peaked into the small opening. I spotted a white hair bobbing on the grand piano and that was it.
"Maka-chan!" My papa called. "How do you like it? Want to go to this school?!" He asked, pauses and then whines, "Please say yes! Just say yes! We've been searching for your school for almost a month now! Every day we visit schools after schools and schools - "
"I've decided."
"Huh?"
"I want to apply for this school."
"Horaay!" He cries.

"

1st of February, 2008

I had nothing in my mind, but the novel I was currently reading, Sherlock. It was an intense and worth conspiring book I couldn't wait to read once more. Today was the first day of school and I wasn't anxious or anything. I slipped on my uniform, the eloquent dress, given specifically to the chosen high ranks. I slipped on the bottle grey skirt, white blouse and thought, 'How bland.' I threw the jacket given for my level and wore the yellow woolen jumper and tied on a green and white striped tie. Before I stepped out of my home I kissed the picture of my mother standing on our fireplace.
"Bye papa!" I yelled across the room.
"Come home safe!" He called back.

Shibusen was south of where we were and not to mention kilometres away. I had to take the train for that. Subway stations were usually crowded, and I am a suburban person. Hated the wasted cigarettes littered and chewy gum sticked almost under ever seats. I almost forgot why I choose to go to this school in the first place. 'It should be worth it when I get there', I thought.
As my train arrived I board it and from a far I spotted the familiar blue spikey hair pushing through the crowd.
"OUT OF THE WAY PEOPLE! I HAVE A TRAIN TO CATCH!"
'Please close! please close!' I begged inside, closing my eyes and praying.
"Hello there!" The train's door closes and the boy was talking to me.
I turned to him, revealing my signature angry face.
"YIKES! Didn't recognize you for a second, Maka! I thought you were some hot chick!"
"It's been 3 years Blackstar. Hello." I said ominously.
"You're attitude hasn't change either." He browed. "Guess changing school doesn't change you."
I noticed his collar undone and I couldn't help but fix it incautiously. Probably out of habit.
"Maka?" He asked, wondering what I was doing.
"It's nothing, but when things are untidy I have to fix it." While I was fixing it I noticed a similar emblem symbol from mine to his. It caused my brow to furrowed, "Are you going to Shibusen?" I said cautiously.
"Yup."
I released him, "NO! NO!" I barked.
"What're you talking about? How come? It'll be like the good old days, us back to back!"
The train makes another stop.
"I do not plan to take care of you 24/7! I have studies to concentrate on!"
"Good point. You're always scowling at me for no reason." He pouts.
"There was always reasons why I yell at you!"
Tsubaki stands between us, waving. "Hello." She smiled, unaware of the arguement we were having. She was also wearing a very similar uniform to mine. Instead of the bottle grey skirt, she wore a checkered grey skirt and the white blouse.
My eyes almost popped out when I recognize the emblem on her uniform. "Are you going to Shibusen, too?" I squealed.
"Yup." She nods. "And so's Blackstar."
"Don't remind me." I scoffed.
"Hey, I'm top of the Zone for almost all sport. Show some respect, Maka."
"Never." I jeered.
He sighs, taking a break, "I'll make you respect me someday."
I felt my face screwed, 'Why me?' He never use to care what anyone else thought. So it shouldn't matter what I think. "Oh, hey let me finish fixing your collar." I leaned forward to him, finishing the job.
"I'm jealous." Tsubaki said softly. "You guys have met earlier before I enter." I stopped in the process and looked at her. Her eyes were envious. Sad, perhaps.
I let go of Blackstar and said, "Could you look after him while, uhm, I'm not aroud?"
"Is this a three way?" Blackstar interrupts.
I downed a book on him. "Idiot! I meant as friends we have to look after whoever's around! I can't always take care of you, you know."
He laughs and said sarcastingly "Okay, mum!"
I sighed, tired, and wonder how did this boy get into Shibusen. Who knows, they're probably many weirdos who could achieve this greatly. I'm probably one myself for all I knew. And I just know I haven't met most of the weird.

In the great hall, supposably the gym, everyone who were new and from this school graduating to the next year had taken their seats. I got lost from Blackstar and Tsubaki, only because Blackstar chased after a butterfly. I give up in my search and took my seat in the front row.
"Okay, everyone! Settle down!" A person in a black cloak with a white mask appeared on top of the speaker.
'Who's this clown?' I thought.
"I am your principle."
BAM. My world of expected prestige is long gone.
"As most of you have already known... " He even has an animated voice on. "... Most of you weren't welcome." My attention sparked. "But that is fine. I've grouped you into your rightful ranks and if you want to get into a better ranked classes, I guess you'll have to strive for it." He then goes into a great speech about the school's honor and future prospers. "Now please proceed to your classes." He begins to walk off the stage, but stops abruptly half way. He comes back to the speaker and said, "Oh! And please look after my cute, adorable son - "
"- Father." A boy interrupts, cool and calm. He had three unbelievable white stripes across his short jet black hair, bored topaz eyes, well built figure and a handsome face. He wore a gray blazer on buttoned and grey pants, indicating he was also in the highest rank.
The man in the cloak waves. "I'm sorry. Kid's embarrass. Anyways, enjoy!"
I stared at Kid more than I should. He caught my gaze and I turned away quickly, flushing. I couldn't help thinking, 'Do I know him somewhere?' Two beautiful girls tagged behind him and I kind of felt disheartened, or rather at lost. Either way, both were weird mix feelings.
Forgetting all that, I refocused myself and read my timetable, "First period I have Italy."
"Maka Albarn." I looked up an found him inches away from my face.
"WAA!" I jumped and landed on my butt.
"Nice to meet you." He held out his hand for me. I shook it instead. And I was still sitting on the floor with that!
The girls chuckled and I felt really embarrassed. The one with grey checkered skirt and short yellow hair pounce to the floor joining me. "Is it fun shaking people's hand from the floor?" She giggled.
"Her name's Patty." He said, "And she's Liz." He points to the girl in grey pants. None the less, she still looked pretty. She made the pants looked good. The grey boring pants.
I stood up, patting my skirt. "You're the principle's son."
He nods, "And you're Spirit's daughter. Our fathers are in good terms with each other, so I reckon I should at least know the daughter in business with my family."
When I heard my father's name, I knew I was disturbed. "I think we shouldn't go there."
He raised his brow, "What's wrong?"
"Don't worry about it. But any business involving with my father, let me stay out of it." I end the conversation, and turned away. 'Oh, dammit. That would've been a good chance to know more about him.' I thought. 'I do remember ever meeting a boy with three white stripes across his head. I mean, how many people out there with three white stripes across the left side of their head!'
"Maka, where were you?" Blackstar called, followed by Tsubaki.
My mood switched. "You ran away."
"What do you have now?" Tsubaki chirped.
"Italy."
Tsuabki frowns, "I have ancient history."
"Me too!" Blackstar yells, surprising us.
I caught her being red as a tomato, and pushed them on their way, "Well go on now you two!" I smiled deviously.

Ten to five a.m., and I finally found my class way behind a large building. I could hear the teacher already speaking in the room. Who would've guess I would be late in the first day? I cussed to myself and straightened my clothes before I enter.
The teacher stopped talking and asked, "Who are you?" She push her glasses up.
"Maka Al- "
"I'm Soul." A husky voice interrupts. It was coming from behind me, and I felt the proximity between us, he was close. "I'm Soul Eater Evan."
"That's nice." She said. "But I was talking to the young lady."
"Maka Al..." I scoffed turning to the person behind me and stopped midway. "...Albarn." I was awed by his looks, everything. He may wear a jersey over his uniform but his face was the most concerning. Red eyes, sharp teeth and that white hair.
He got a look of me and said, "Ti piace la musica?"
"What did you just say?" I stuttered.
"Do you like music?" He answered.
"No." I said and walked to an empty seat near the window.
"Huhh?" I hear him conspiring.
I hear the seat behind me rattled and I turned to find him sitting there.
"What do you like then?" He mused.
"Books. Lots of them." I began writing.
"What about books on music?" He asked.
I stopped writing and wondered. "I've never read books on music before." I admitted.
"Want to listen to one... With me?" He said coolly.
I faced him once more and said, "I'm not looking to play around here, so if I were you I'd be on to another girl 'cause this one's not interested."
"Okay." He said, not through with me.

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