Soul x Maka au

Piano

   All that cleaning for nothing. Soul wasn't going to her apartment nor was she to his. They were meeting outside the building for "a walk".
As much as it pained the blonde to follow the girly stereotype, her mind raced with 'what to wear?' Eventually, the answer was the same general outfit she wore daily; a white button up and pleated skirt. When this had first become her style, she had been called a whore for it. People said she dressed for the ever disgusting school girl fetish when really her preppy clothing was based on the way her mother dressed and was perceived. After far too long of being 'a boring prude', the others stopped calling her whore and began calling her nerd. Far more acceptable.
   Lastly, she pulled on her combat boots that clashed with the rest of the outfit. Not that she cared. Then she was out, waiting at the buildings front for Soul to appear. Though he didn't take long, each second was an hour she wished she'd stayed home. He appeared with his signature smirk; sharp teeth bared in a sure of himself smile. Twin rubies shone from behind his snowy hair in the form of eyes.
   He was, for lack of a better word, beautiful. Undoubtedly so.
   "Maka," he greeted, "you look nice." 
   How flattering, she thought, I'm not dressed up at all. 
   Then again, neither was he. One thing that made Maka thankful of her clothing choice was their chosen form of transportation: a motorcycle.
   She'd never ridden one before but instantly fell in love with it, The roar of the engine, the swift movement, the wind in her hair, having to hold onto to Soul. It was like flying, almost. Except better.
   The way Soul had talked about this date, Maka had expected they didn't have a set place. He had spoken as though this was nothing more than wondering through the city but the way he drove... it reminded her of watching metal be yanked toward a magnet: swift and direct. Eventually, they reached the magnet he was so drawn to. 
   Tall black walls stretched along the street, each shop separated by only the signs over the doors. With large swooping red letters, one had written "Bell's Music"
   Soul parked his bike and dismounted, Maka following. Without so much as a word, he entered the music shop, padding to the back. His long fingers traced over the sleek black surface of the piano and to the ivory keys. Maka watched in wonder while he slid into the seat and suddenly the silence was shattered by an onslaught of notes. A melody, frightened but beautiful in its nature. Maka watched silently, her eyes wide with wonder as his slender fingers danced over the keys, pulling out a song from the large beast. And before it had truly started, the song was drawing to a close. The blonde took a cautious step forward, raising her hand and placing it on his shoulder. He looked at her with eyes that glistened with the same emotion in the song.
   "What song was that?" she asked softly, her voice pulling from her throat like sap from a tree. He shrugged, "One of my many failed attempts to be better than my brother."
   "It doesn't have to be about him" her voice turned soft with sympathy. Soul wanted none of it.
   "pretty sure it does, Maka" he growled, glaring at her enough to make her pull away. But the anger wasn't for her. It was for Wes. For his parents. For everyone who applauded his brother but not him. For himself for not being able to revile his brother's work. Soul was angry. So badly it had hurt him inside, fire searing his lungs from the inside.
   Maka took his hands, looking into his flaming eyes with her cool green ones. They sat like that for a few heart beats before his anger melted into a pained calm. In one swift movement, their lips met then parted again. Maka leaned her forehead on his and they kept their gazes locked for an eternity.
   "Did you know some people believe it only take .53 seconds to fall in love?" she breathed, her tongue wetting her warm lips.
   "Is that so?" Soul formed a smirk, "why say that?"
   "I love you, Soul."
   "I love you too."