Sollux Captor

"A voice... calling my name... it was coming from there." He pointed to the Master Emerald, seeming a little worried about why only he could hear it.

"Shuichi, it's 6 in the morning, go to sleep." "Can't... not... done yet..." "Aaah! Shuichi, you look like a zombie!" Hiro leaned over, and snatched the paper away from him, looking over the words. "With a terrified look in the eyes, spit those irritated feelings into the fickle wind The signal that melted into the cracked roadway is leaving only a scar behind...." Hiroshi looked over at the pink haired male. "Hey, these are actually really goo-" The red haired pretty boy didn't get a chance to finish as he found the other male had quickly fallen to sleep. He always looked so cute when he was like this. He grabbed one of his blankets, and laid it over Shuichi's shoulders. "Get some rest, buddy... we finish the song when you wake up, and then we'll practice it together... no worries." He gently pat the smaller one's back... he would always take care of him as long as he needed him.

Shuichi was walking through the park, looking over his lyrics... yeah, they were defiantly not very good... and as Hiroshi had told him, it wasn't even done yet... "I don't know what I'm going to do..." He sat down on one of the seats, having his headphones in his ears, listening to a cd of his favorite singer and idol, Ryuichi Sakuma. He couldn't help but admire that man. He was brilliant... every single one of his songs was amazing, and gathered up onto one cd and put in stores, they would sells millions in one day. "Ryuichi... give me a hand... where ever you are... I don't wanna screw this up..." He let out a small sigh, as he looked at the lyrics in his hand, before seeming to give up on them, as he let them go, heading back to the place he shared with Hiroshi, his best friend and band mate so he could try just once more before the concert tomorrow.

"O... Okay... j-just seems... the bigger I get, the bigger the bees get too." Sheko squeaked, trying not to have a heartattack as Charmy flew up to him and offered him a flower. "Here! A pretty flower for a brand new friend!" The former chao looked at him... he seemed nice... he wouldn't hurt him. He reached out slowly, and gently squeezed the stem of the flower, holding it in his hand. "Thank you... Charmy."

"That's very kind of you... but... wouldn't get lonely... you know, watching an emerald all by yourself like this?" "Hehe! Espy's not alone~!" Sheko was surprised by the sudden sing song voice, as a little blur sped past him and flew over to the violet chameleon, and had his arms around him in a hug. "H-Hello... very fast bee with a stinger..." "Hi there! You're a new face! I'm Charmy, nice to meetcha!"

Diggs held it in his hand, as he fixed the strap that held a pack of arrows onto his back. "From swordsmen to archer. Maybe I won't break my weapon so easily with this thing."

Sheko whimpered a little bit, not expecting to get grabbed so suddenly. "H-Huh...? I-I..." Shadow's gunfire scared him half to death, defiantly not used to the sounds of guns being fired, as he knelt down, covering one ear with a hand. After his arm was released, he tried to force the ringing noise out of his hearing. "Ouch... w-who are you...?" The young one managed to ask, looking up at the other's eyes, which were identical in color to his.

Diggs made a little pout. "Ruin my moment of trying to be smart..."

The two headed into the next room curiously, as they opened the the chest that was inside, as they soon came into possession of... The Hero's Bow! "Oooh, nice! I heard that the first hero of Hyrule used this bow in order to protect the kingdom."

"You? How is that?" His confused look quickly changed to almost looking baffled as the other's hand was reached out for his own, a warm smile on the young death god's face as the blood red eyes watched him closely.

Soul looked down at his hand, a sad streak seeming present in his usual firey red eyes. "Something that can help escape from this life where I don't feel like I belong..." He looked at Kid, the two pairs of eyes seeming locked as he spoke.

Soul turned back to the keyboard, staring at his reflection in the shine of it, as he carefully reached and played a few of the low notes on the keyboard. "I don't like the kind of fancy and well bred music that my family gets paid to play at banquets, concert halls, all that fancy mumbo jumbo... I played a song very similar in front of a crowd before, and they didn't even stay long enough to hear me complete it... Granny was rather angry at me for it, but she tries to be nice to see if I can find my way back onto the path that she expects me to be on, like my parents did or my brother..." He grumbled a bit, and pressed his hand down hard, the loud high tone screeching from the instrument. "I don't want to get back on that road though... I don't play that way... I don't really like playing at all... I want to do something different... cooler than this..."

"Death the Kid..." Soul let the name slip off his tongue. Ah, this must be Shinigami-sama's kid, the one his Granny said would be accompanying him to the meeting. Got him curious about what brought him down here rather than being with his dad and listening to Wes' stuck up playing. "I'm Soul. One of the Evans family." He seperated his first name from his last. That part just seemed like a bother to him. "It's nice to meet you, first person who didn't run away from my playing."

Soul seemed to lift an eyebrow... someone... complimented him on his rage inflicted playing? That was a first. "Um... thanks... I really don't like playing this thing. Least not anything you go to a fancy music hall for." He stuck his tongue out a bit, showing his distaste for it a bit more.

A flinch seemed to run through the white haired as he the sound of clapping suddenly heard in the room with him. Oh dear god, please let me turn around and not find someone there that I'm related to...! Soul laid his hand on the edge of the keyboard so he didn't set off any of the keys, as he turned around, finding a boy who was shorter but had a older feel about him, his outfit and his hair was consisting of black and white, his fingers bearing skull shaped rings on each of his middle fingers, and his eyes were golden, like a cats... he felt like he had seen him... or least heard about him before.

Soul soon pushed his fingers down on the keys in the middle of the board, leaving a slowly fading final note hanging in the air, before slowly bringing his fingers away, giving a sigh. He felt a little better about doing that as long as he was at least able to play something that wasn't classical... "Better than sleep enducing music upstairs..." He said to no one in particular, tugging at the black hair band on his head... he really wished his granny would stop taking his Soul headband he really liked.

Soul's music had become a little less violent as he continued to play, but it didn't sound as upbeat and pleasant as any song that Wes would perform for crowds of adoring music lovers. Those kinds of songs just weren't for him. These are the kinds of songs that Wes and Granny doesn't like... but this is how I like it... this is my song! Outside the door that lead to the downstairs music room, it seemed the pull that was so strong had led the young death in front of the door, where the music he heard had been coming from.

"And there he goes... right in the direction where the sense is the strongest. Very good. Yes." Shinigami-sama nodded, before heading into the banquet. He had a feeling Kid's night was going to be more interesting than this meeting he had to attend.

Shinigami-sama seemed to rub his chin, as he seemed to feel like there was someone living in this house that possessed the blood of a weapon... maybe that was what was causing Kid to lose his focus like that. Ah, an idea has come to mind. "Oh my, son! It might be a good idea for you to go to the washroom. It seems the stripes on the right are starting to fade. I know you hate it when that happens."

"Hmm? Is something wrong, Kid?" Shinigami looked over at the boy, easily telling his mind was drifting back and forth.

"This is stupid! I don't want to play this thing!" A voice was hissing bitterly, as his grandmother dragged him downstairs. The elderly woman managed to get him all the way downstairs to the music room, before she turned around, and threw her hand across the face of her youngest grandson's face, Soul Evans. "Bite your tongue boy. Your parents would roll over in their graves to hear the youngest of their children talk that way! Your brother has no problem practicing and performing in front of Shinigami-sama." "I'm not like Wes, granny..." Soul grumbled angrily, putting his hands in his pockets. The old lady gave a little sigh, and laid a hand on the boy's shoulder. "If you really don't want to attend this dinner, at least practice for your grandmother. Can you be a good boy and do that for me?" "...Yes, Granny." He sighed, obviously defeated. A tiny smile appeared as she kissed the boy's forehead, before giving her goodbyes til later and headed upstairs to give greetings and start the meeting with Shinigami-sama. Soul slowly sat down, and lightly ran his finger across the keys of the piano, making a long winded noise that went from high pitched to low. "Stupid thing... you want me to play a song for you? Take this then!" Almost randomly, and yet seeming to make a melody, he began to push down on the keys, creating a song that echoed against the room's walls.

Here comes another Soul Eater RP, starring the couple of SoulxKid with me and Crimson-chan~ [info=]An alternate storyline from the original plot of Soul Eater, where we change two things about it, while leaving everything the way it is. Meister Maka ends up being the owner of the twin pistols, Liz and Patty Thompson while fuled by her hatred for men for their cheating ways. Death the Kid, in the meantime ends up being the one who meets Soul 'Evans' Eater while following the sound of the piano being played from the upper floor while visiting the Evans family while traveling with his father, Shinigami-sama. Once they become partners, his name becomes Soul Eater since the name of Evans means nothing to him. In the hands of the symmetry crazed teen, will these two be able to influence each other in a way no one else could? Even if it causes a special thorned flower called love to bloom[/info] Let's being, shall we...~? "Come along, son, the sooner we get this little task over with, we'll continue helping you find a partner with weapon's blood." Shinigami-sama coaxed to the younger death God, Death the Kid, who looked less than interested in following his father to a meeting with a noble family of some kind to discuss budgets and other superficial things like that. Ooh, the joys of being a reaper, huh?

Soul drifted off to sleep, having Kid in his arms. Whatever would happen after the sun rose the next morning, that didn't really matter to them right now. Their bodies close, arms around each other or fingers curled up together. What happened tonight was really all that mattered... as the funky grinning moon's light illuminated the room as they slept. The End~

"The voice is getting louder..." Sheko whispered softly, as he headed up the steps towards the shrine, the person who seemed to be calling his name was coming from the Master Emerald.

"I love you too... sleep well, Kid..." Having him cuddled close, as he pulled his blanket over their bodies, as he closed his eyes, quickly falling asleep with the older held tightly in his arms.