Ichi no Negai (One's Wish) Soul Evans x Pre-named! reader

2: The Scythe's Debut

A/N- Hey guyz, right now this will show Soul's side of the story when he arrives at Umino's house. Laters~!!!! ;3

He wasn't quite sure how he got here, in this...this unfamiliar abode, but all he thought of at the moment was----

A) He's hungry

B) He's tired

All he remembers was getting Maka chopped for making a snarky comment that was something off the lines of, 'Girls who are flat as a board, make me bored.', and seeing what he thought was the white light of the angels that were supposed to be taking him to heaven, but noooo, it was just a stupid portal that dragged him through what he interpreted was the magical path to bum-fuck nowhere, however....he was in for quite the bittersweet surprise----a fifteen-year-old, love-sick, 'desperate enough to make out with the computer wallpaper', kind of girl. Maybe not as desperate as trying to marry a toilet, but still, a lot of desperation was prominent within this girl's smitten heart. In all honesty, she is a crazed fangirl, and yet, she remains calm and composed. And a bit of a shy, little pixie, literally only five feet. Anyway, back to Soul. He stood in the living room, making a mental note to crash on the couch, right after he gets his rather late dinner. After all, it was 2:45 in the morning, and he was fucking starving! He made his way over to the kitchen and moseyed on over to the fridge, and pried the damn thing open. Soul grinned his signature toothy grin, a look of hunger and glee within his eyes. There, in that holy savior of a piece of kitchen furniture was left over Mc Donald's french fries and a little box that read: Ten piece chicken nuggets. Plus there was some left over Mc Café iced coffee in there as well. He snatched each tasty, holy grail of fast food chain morsels, one by one, and carried them over to the table and devoured them gratefully ( He honestly didn't feel like microwaving the food, the reason being he was lazy, and could care less about cold fast food). After he was done with the meal, he smiled tiredly and stumbled over to the living room, finding his way to the couch. It was a trashy and rough looking, yellowish brown couch with two greyish brown pillows, each adorned with paisley patterns all over them, This was one ugly couch, but he honestly didn't care, he crawled onto the trash heap of a sofa, rested his head upon one of the  the oldladyish puffy squares that were pretty much masquerading as pillows, and went to sleep. He didn't need a blanket, Cool guys could tough out not having something to keep them warm while sleeping . He sort of knew the house belonged to someone, but, he also assumed he was the only one there. Oh how wrong he was.