S: Soul's Savvy Saviour

EDIT/UPDATED Chapter 6 16/11/13

There was some paragraphs which I hurriedly rushed. Hope the story makes more sense now~~

A/N: I'm so sorry I've been so busy lately! (- o -)''''' This was supposed to be updated a week ago, but I was thrown into more work…! I'm left with lesser and lesser spare times – arghhh.

My need to write a horror/humour fanon is growing more and more too. I have to see the end of this that… (A/N cont. bottom of page).

12th of May, 2008 (present; age 14)

In the far South of Death City, one of the great musicians gather and ground their rules. I heard the infamous Enricho, a master pianist in his forties there. Father use to talk a lot about him and he'd come and have tea at our house.

Enricho and much of other musicians were interested in me. I was quietly the star and the talk of future music industry.

But specifically, someone by the name Isacc Stuart had his eyes on me. The guy was categorized as one of the "bad" companies, my father said. They were rich, intelligent, and – not to mention – persuasive in their actions; they took a whole lot of companies down for their own selfish reasons.

It was just spine chilling when the old man talked to you, and all you ever want in the world is for all these people to leave you alone. Especially those who means harm.

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...AFTERNOON…

My ride to the next performance left me dozing. I was in my striped suit with a satin red tie, readying for another performance. Outside was murky and grey. A thunder roared, which preceded the rain. I was left with the inattentive noise of the Sedan, a subdued humming.

On my left hand was a note that said a lot of things, none I like above. Mother and father were doing fine and Wes too. They wanted to me to carry on and perform down of Death City today. Nothing more was said, this note was a reminder.

The musician family had it successful through generations. Aunty Pent was a famous clarinet player, Uncle Stevens a trumpeter and more.

The pressure was big. Signs and contracts were made like regulations. Companies far and delved in individually by father held a bond between us. I did not want to wonder what were the bets.

I'm scared shitless sometimes. The judicial faces, the uproar anticipation and the connection between you and the crowd it all adds up to a simple stage fright.

"Mr Evans, I need to know where your father wants us now."

"South… then East."

My driver stared at me, puzzled. "Isn't that… off track."

"Yeah. But we still have time."

"

Sports Academia_

The crowd was wild, a wave. They cheered, roared and cried. Many vibrant colour were worn, Blue for the Blues and Red for the Reds. The field was very a blue-green, nothing the rain hasn't done. Though the people, they just filled the room, the stadium. The rain stuttered to a sprinkle.

The event hanged on, no matter.

Shibusen was versing against some other school, that I'm not too fully aware of and not that I'm bothered with. I wasn't classed as being particularly productive.

The gun fired, and a row of people made for the sprint.

I think I would finish last. I didn't have all that power and determination. Or the ability to soar for the sky and achieve more than I deserved.

I wasn't Black*Star.

I walked to the paved railings, and sat my hands on it. Cold.

The sprinters were coming around, knees trotting above their waistline and arms flailing back and forth. There goes Black*Star, overpowering.

The least I could do was shout his name. He'd love that.

"GOOO BLAAACCKKK*SSSTTAARRRR!" Unless if I'm mistaken, someone was also yelling with me. To the right.

I stared at her shock, as she was.

We uttered our names at the same time. She said, "Soul."

And I said, "Maka."

We also said, "What're you doing here?", "No, nevermind that. You yelled the same time I did.", "I was cheering for Black*Star." and "Stop copying me!"

"Relax, I'm not going to bite." I said sour.

"You better!" She snarled with a face contorted.

"Another reason I will not." I coughed.

"Huh?! What you – whaat?"

I chuckled, she's dumbfounded.

"Weren't you the one who liked me? Weren't you the one who done the confessing and chasing? Soul what're you playing at?"

"Being rejected a hundred times isn't a good feeling. I don't want to end up as Ox. "I laughed. "And, Maka… You're average."

She huffed, "Say that again."

"Average, plain, nothing fascinating –"

"MAAAKAA CHHOOPPP!"

Suddenly my head had a dent on it… "OW!" I rubbed it.

Today was the day I found out how lethal books can be.

"Don't you read with that?"
"It's also good for hitting idiots like yourself." She said and head for the nearest seat.

I slide past a seat near her. "You wouldn't happen to just carry it around to hit people, would you?"

"No." She said indignant, "Specific things are filled in this volume. The necessity of life and compliment too. It takes your mind from the mundane work and gives a you a new task, or world maybe. It's so much you would not believe, a lost child would could take it better than his mother. The dog will always remain loyal. Extraterrestrial will learn to say hello in north Arabia." And I lost her.

"It's still a book."

"You're still a jerk." She spat.

"That temper of yours is getting you no where."

"I have what now? I do not have a temper," she said as her voice raised.

Black*Star made for the finishing line, and the people went wild. On the bench seats, people stood from their seats and a stampede stormed down from the back.

"Hey, Soul. Who's the chick now?" A classmate of mine called.

"Uh, she's not what you think she is. She's –" Someone bumped me and my hands clasped onto her…. Her non-existent chest. "Tiny Tits." I choked.

"MAKA CHOP!" Another dent was left on my head.

"Hey Maka, where you going?" I said groggily. My head was aching.

She marched out into a hall with a sign that said 'exit'.

I groaned, "come on. You're really flat as a board!" I didn't think that would make this situation better.

She went as far as into the car park, away from the Roman stadium. I almost lost my breath catching up to her. I did want to apologise, but I was trying to grab air.

I coughed, with effort.

"You don't look like the athlete." She frowned, almost concerned for my well-being. I looked up to see her infront of me.

"No, I don't do sports."

She continued to look down on me, and smile etched the corner of her mouth.

"Don't start smiling on this, Tiny Tits." I grouched.

Her hands heaved the encyclopaedia above her shoulders.

"No! I meant, Maka!" Panic wriggled in my body.

A group of men in suits in their 50s laughed haughtily out the same building as us. I recognised the one with a crew cut and monical in his left eye and suddenly the air felt tight again.

Isacc Stuart.

He was member of a classical music group and I assume the men following was too. Stuart was an associate of my father and they made deals, like some race horse comp. Something I would not like to get my head in.

"Who are they, Soul?" The book on Maka hand dropped.

"N-no one, I don't know." My voice became difficult to find.

"Really? You stare as if they concern you. Why one is coming this way, maybe to say hello."

My muscle tensed, and cold sweats drip. Maka stared up at me innocent, as they get bigger the space becomes smaller. Like this, Maka shouldn't be looking. I don't feel my best being near him, or any of these people.

"Soul, our young heir of the Evans. You've been well haven't you?" Stuart opened up with the warm greeting. "Mommy and Daddy have been keeping you well. Hope business is also going well." He doesn't really mean that. "Who's the girl you're frolicking with?"

"Stick your nose to where it belongs – the dirt." I covered Maka behind me.

He laughed, "I should be worried if you're my son, but I think that'd be boring."

"Stuart, is he the boy with the hidden talent?" One of the men asked.

"Yes, and he refuse to take to the industry level." His eyes narrowed and I saw his hands crunched. "It doesn't matter right now. Middle-Class suits you."

"Sometimes I think I'm cursed, Stuart. Thanks to you, I have my own fan, studio and concert."

"Yeah, you should be there performing." He snickered, reminding me where I should be.

"I never liked that attitude of yours..." I forced a menacing grin.

"Stuart. Stuart." Maka said. "From what I've gathered, Soul you are tied down by him and he won't let go until you're his. Soul, you must be really special." She snorted at the last part. "Talent can come and go, but hardwork can overtake talent."

"Who's this girl?" Another man talked.

Stuart glared at Maka, "Tell us your name."

"Y-You don't need to know." I barked. "She's got nothing to do with any of this."

"You don't know that. I think I remember her when you two were small. I don't think I'm mistaken." I hated his sharp intuition. They never fail to go straight to the point. There was no empathy, or chance in his table.

"You're Isacc Stuart of 3rd. I wonder how you're two older brothers will think of you when they hear you've been unsuccessful and been prying on the Evans' son. This one." She jerked her head at me. "I don't know how many times should I tell you, he's not worth it."

"I think we should take our leave." He growled, dissatisfied with her words. "The girl killed my buzz. Soul I still think you're special alone." His face was mocking.

They continued in their path, in the direction down of Death City, and until we couldn't see them again.

"Ahhh!" I grunted, and kicked a pole. "This encounter has been shit!"

I stalked to my bike metres, passing three cars. I hopped on it and rammed the engine on. At the other end, someone jumped on it. Hands hugged my waist and I felt her breath on my ear.

"I'm going too." Maka said, determined.

Confused with her sudden decision, I said. "You don't know where I'm going."

"I know. I just want us to talk."

A/N: … as most of my work, I will be putting this on hiatus until further ado. I have the need to tackle on two more new fanons.

Later, folks! (^_O)