Soul X Maka Fan Fiction Story

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I Know You
Chapter 3: Why?

"Soul? Well... He acts all so mysterious because of his brother. They were musicians actually. Soul played the piano while Wes played the violin. Though, they always performed here in school at least one of them are getting compared from the better. Which is Soul. Both seemed to get along even though... Soul's jealous. But one time, Wes got chased by the cops for drinking while driving. And then, BAM! Car goes off the bridge and then crashed. Ever since then, Soul never talked much and kept his distance away from everybody else" Liz blurted while making hand gestures.

"LIZ! GET THE MOVING! WE'RE GONNA BE LATE!" Kid yelled coming from the black SUV, Liz nodded and then stood up from the long staircase outside the campus. "Yeah... Maka, I better go. Just... If you see him, don't ever bring that up. You'll get him pissed. So... Yeah. Catch you tomorrow!" With that Liz waved good bye.

Maka sighed in annoyance, she was irritated to know something about Soul. Not as a so-called 'stalker'. There was something that kept him mysterious. And Maka also wanted to know why 'it' hadn't worked on him. Yet. She asked several more students in the school. Normally their answer were mysterious. Troublemaker. Badass. Or even Hot.

"Alright Maka, don't get too caught up in the situation" Sighing once again, she closed her eyes and then counted from one to ten. Trying to remain composed and calm. "I should just... Read a book or something" With what she said, she headed towards their classroom. Which was empty since everyone might be home by now and except for her. Wandering around like a fan girl or something.

Sitting on her desk, she flipped her book open and then started reading. The same words also caught her attention. Mysterious. Dark. Silent. Introvert. Something in those words. "Why? Why is it not working?" No matter how much she thought herself why, there were no answer. It only made her sleepy. Her eyes fluttering open and then close. And then one final open and lastly close.

Everything turned widely different. From her school attire to a white Sunday dress. From the school classroom to a soul less area with dead-looking trees. "Hello?" She first started. "Hellooo?" Called once more.

'Where am I? Am I... Dead?' she thought. 'No Maka, you are not dead' her thought was answered by another. Gasping, she looked around but no one was there. Fully realizing who it was, her tears started streaming. 'P-papa! Papa! Where are you?!'

'Maka... Don't worry, I'm always there for you. Remember what I told you. Use your gift not for greed. Maka, also remember that your gift could read memories and the truth. Not the past and the future' Her eyes widened and she wanted to ask a list of questions.

'Papa! Wait! Why can't I-' but before she could ask a question. Everything around her faded into reality. As if, faith doesn't seem to agree with her. That anything around her forbids her to do anything about her 'gift'.

"Miss... Miss!... Miss!"

"W-what?!" She hurriedly sat her head up to face an old man in front of her. Dressed in blue jumper with a mop in one hand. "Miss, I've been waking you last ten minutes ago. It's already five" Without saying anything, she hurriedly walked away from the classroom.

She was about to go home when she noticed the stair case behind her back. She contemplated to climb or not but something seemed to pull her. And she went anyway. Staggering towards the staircase, she remembered what her father told her. 'Your gift could read memories and the truth. Not the past and the future'. What does that mean?

She shrugged the thought away when she saw a certain silver white sitting on the edge of the terrace. With his knees dangled. Sighing in anticipation, she walked towards him and did what he did. "What are you doing here?" he asked coldly without taking his eyes off the yellow sky.

"Nothing. I was just wandering when I noticed the stair case so... Yeah. W-what are you doing here?" she threw the question back.

"Just... Thinking. Maka... Is it... Hard to know everything? Like... Everything involving everyone and you don't know how to deal with it?" That's what she feels everyday. "YES! I-I mean... Yes" She answered thoroughly.

"Nothing... I was just thinking about something. I... I don't want to get all mushy. I'm not being emo either" He bitterly laughed while Maka laughed with him. At least, she did tried talking.

"Soul... W-what would you do if... You can... You can see everything around you flashback from birth to present? How would you react?" she finally faced him. He just smiled towards the red-looking sky. "I guess... You have that power, huh?" her eyes widened in shock.

No one could ever know. She tried her best to be careful. Unless, she's not careful enough. But this is the only time they talked so... What's the reason?

"I'm just kidding... No need to worry. Well, for me... I would know nothing but the truth. A world without betrayal, lies and pride" he laughed himself, looking down. "I should stop being fucking dramatic. That's not cool. I'm just... I'm recovering from something. Maybe my past or whatever"

"Oh" was her only reaction. Moments passed when they both turned silent. As for Soul... He stood up and then dusted himself. "Maka... Whatever you did, I'm not that thankful. But... I need to go. See you" He walked away leaving the staring girl. Why? There might be something that holds her power back. What was it? All she knew was... Humans are not capable of such power. What was it then?

Is there someone like her? How would she know? All she knew was her father. Is different. From the time she remembered it, her father is a tourist. She dusted herself and then stood up. Taking one long breathe of air, she staggered away from the darkening spot and then walked her way home. Approaching different turns and curves and her mind seems to fly around with different questions. Why? What? How? There were many questions.

"Oops!" Both said at the same time. She fell back with a soft thud as she slowly stood up and then noticed a middle-aged woman with a red cloak draped around her. "I'm so sorry" she said herself, as she keeps staring under her cloak. Her hair was all grey and white and her skin was pale that a sheet of paper.

"No need, child. I-I need to go, Maka" As both turned to leave, she realized what she said. How'd she know her name? She never saw her in her whole life? What is she?

"Wait! How'd you know-" once again, before she could finish her question, she's gone. She could have wanted a normal life. A normal girl living in a small house with her parents. A normal life like how she enjoy making friends and not knowing anything personal from them. It may sound cute or... A wonderful gift to people who doesn't have it but for her... It keeps her from talking. From asking.

Trying hard to hibernate, she was still wide awake. "I hate thinking!" She yelled herself. Complaining under her pillow. Then, she turned around towards the sky. 'The truth?' What does her father mean? What 'truth'? Like the truth if... Aliens exist? I mean... Proven a fact by her father. What truth? About a tomato a vegetable or a fruit? Then, what?

She got frustrated from thinking. Instead, she took a sheet of paper and then started scribbling letters and words.

The Truth of Soul Eater Evans. I don't know either. I don't know why it never worked on him. I don't know what papa meant of the truth. Memories?! So... That's why everything I knew played back when my power worked on me! Everything was a memory but... What truth? I'm finding out whatever's keeping my gift away from him.

Either he's an alien or he got my power. But nah... That can't be right. I bumped onto this lady. She knew my name even though, I don't know her.

I'm finding out everything. Everything about my gift, my life, his life and her life. I will not stop. Ever.