My Soul, My Wave | Soul Eater X Reader

Awakened

"Because I'm happy
                          Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
Because I'm happy
                          Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth"

A fist made contact with the alarm clock, crushing it into pieces. A head of (h/c) hair raises from a tear-stained pillow, strands of hair sticking to their face.

"Not again..." (y/n) sighed as they began stretching out their sleeping muscles and popping bones. Sitting up and began picking up the remains of the radio alarm clock to dump them into the bin near beside their bedroom door. Getting out of bed, (y/n) proceeded to throw out the scraps into the bin and begin their morning routine.

Entering the kitchen to prepare breakfast, which consisted of pancakes with whipped cream, a side of fruit and a hot cup of ([hot] beverage), (y/n) passed a side table which supported a glass case surrounded by an abundance of photo frames {A/N like in Beauty and the Beast for the rose}. This fragile container housed a blue floating light, the soul of Andrew. The photo frames exhibited photos of the moments which (y/n) treasured with their former partner; Andrew with his cheeks filled to the brim with birthday cake, him sleeping on top a pile of opened books during yearly exams, and the moment when both (y/n) and Andrew collected their first kishin soul.

Eyes watering, (y/n) continued on their way and prepared their planned meal, after which they took their morning shower before dressing for the day. Finally done with prepping for the day, (y/n) sat upon the plush couch in the living room.

The apartment complex was cold. It had been this way since the weapon partner had gone. There was too much silence now, it was a daily struggle for (y/n) to fill it- without getting a noise complaint from the neighbours. The sweet songs of the birds outside did nothing, as they too would be muffled by the thick walls of the complex and consumed by the silence.

The day had begun.

Today's agenda: nothing.

Absolutely nothing to do.

No missions- not like (y/n) could really take any on with the given circumstances.

No plans with non-existent friends, or even the ones that lived outside of Death City.

Another day to drown in the waves of silence and freeze from the isolation.

Looking out the window the (h/c) haired meister noticed the cackling sun, it seemed as if it took great amusement in their misery.

"Asshole."

(y/n) muttered as they laid against the soft material of the couch, before noticing a ripple move across the window pane. Slowly the view the window changed from the rooftops of buildings of Death City to the cross filled "office" of Lord Death himself.

"Good morning (y/n), you're looking well." The skull masked deity greeted.

"What is it that you need?" (y/n) asked, rolling their head to rest against the couch and closing their eyes.

"I need you to come in today."

"Why?"

"Honestly, I'm worried about you and I just want to know how you're doing."

"You can see that I'm fine from here."

"Yes, but, I have people here that I would like you to meet."

"I'm NOT replacing Andrew"

"I know you're not, and you won't. I just have a few people that I would like you to train with."

"They won't be snot-nosed brats that are so full of themselves that I'll need to beat them to a pulp for them to listen, will they?"

"No. But this is also a chance to make some new friends. Some social interaction would do you some good."

"I don't need anyone."

"Are you sure about that?"

"I'll be there at noon."

"Thank you, (y/n)."

The silence returned. Grunting, (y/n) got off the couch and went to get the essentials: keys, mobile, and a long, black coat. It had a sharp collar, and multiple pockets on the inside- perfect places to hide valuables from pickpockets. The end and sleeves of it were tattered and worn, and there was a hole on the back of it.

Putting on the coat and reaching into the inner pocket rested over their heart, (y/n) pulled out a worn polaroid. Although partly stained red, the pair in the picture were still smiling as they enjoyed themselves. They were each holding an ice cream cone with their smiles reaching their ears as they documented the moment.

It was the day they would claim a witch's soul and Andrew would become a Death Scythe.

A premature celebration.

Gently (y/n) placed the photo back into their pocket, left and locked their apartment and made their way onto the streets of Death City. Heading down the path that lead towards the DWMA. Walking along the sidewalk, (y/n) could both see and hear people stopping and whispering as they noticed their presence. People began moving out of their way, eyes still glued to their passing figure.

Laughing could be heard ahead, near the basketball court around the corner. Pace near altering, (y/n) glanced towards the courts; just some teens doing free throws with a loudspeaker resting on a bench playing songs. Looking away (y/n) carried on towards their destination.

Suddenly a basketball rolled out onto (y/n) path, to which they stopped and side glanced towards the group of teens, who had gone quiet.

"Get it"

Scrabbling, one boy quickly went to get the ball and tried to rush back to their friends. Tried meaning that he was grabbed by the collar.

"Watch the road. You don't want to run out to get your ball, only to be hit by a car do you?"

Fearfully the boy rapidly shook his head in agreeance. Once released he dashed back to his friends ball in hand. Pleased, (y/n) once again continued on their way, the music emitted from the loudspeaker fading as they grew further and further from the courts.

"Because I'm happy
                Clap along if you know what happiness is to you
Because I'm happy
               Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do"

{A/N Obviously the song is not mine - Happy || Pharrell Williams}