Author Notes: This is my first time writing an AU, starting out in a college setting. It's really weird writing Soul/Maka as if they're just meeting instead of writing like they've been living together for several years. This chapter is really short, more like a prologue, for which I apologize; I refuse to switch narrators mid-chapter. The second, full length chapter will be up tomorrow morning.

Anyway, the story is going to a few years, so I'm starting in 2009 so that I won't have to predict anything about the future.

It is rated M for a reason, there will be a lot of mature themes later on, they are in college after all. I was only allowed to pick two genres but it really won't be all drama and no fun. Enjoy reading!

August 26th 2009

She rushes down the hallway, bag smacking into her legs as she glanced over room numbers. She is altogether lost.

Here it is, 401 at last. She opens the door slowly, hoping to find one of the libraries, but she doesn't find what she was looking for. Instead of a quiet room filled with volumes of knowledge, she finds a single man, boy, scribbling notes at a piano while he fiddles around the keys, little melodies jumping out at his touch.

"Are you looking for something?" his eyes were scarlet.

"Sorry, I must have the wrong room," she stammers and backed out.

"You're probably looking for 401 in the lit building," he drawls lazily and returns to his work.

"Oh yeah, thanks," she vanishes from the door way and runs back down the hall.

She's never seen someone who looked like that before.

"Hi there, I'm Tsubaki," she is greeted at the door by her roommate for the year, a tall girl with long black hair. She feels incredibly short and incredibly flat.

"I'm Maka, it's nice to meet you," Tsubaki shakes her hand, she seems to be a very nice girl, and she seems to have taken the obviously less desirable half of the room out of charity.

She had left her bags in a corner to go exploring around the school, completely ditching the freshmen meeting. Finding books was a lot more important than finding people.

"I didn't see you at the freshmen meeting," Tsubaki says quietly, spreading out her bedding on the wall-side cot.

"Yeah, I skipped to go looking around, I saw a really odd boy when I was out." Maka starts unpacking her luggage and hanging things in her half of the closet. "He had white hair and red eyes, any idea who that is?"

"No, but I've seen him around today, he's kind of hard to miss anyway." Tsubaki replies. Maka notices that even her voice is nice. Of course her roommate is beyond perfect. "He is pretty hard to miss."

Her room set up, her roommate scoped out; she hurries down to the work-study center to find a job. The waiting room was devoid of other students, she guesses most freshmen aren't going to start working their first year and returning students won't get there until tomorrow. She approaches the desk with her hands twisting nervously behind her back.

"Excuse me, are you open today?" she asks when the man at the desk doesn't look up at her.

"Oh yes sorry, I wasn't expecting anyone today," he smiles placidly, "are you a freshman?"

"Yeah, I'm looking for a job, preferably related to a literature major, on campus."

"Just fill out these forms," he hands her a sheet of paper and looks back at his desk.

She glances at the paper, she has just answered most of the questions to the man in person, but she suffers through the bureaucracy and takes a pen with a fake flower on top. She pens in her name and preferred job area neatly, passing the form back. The man continued typing for a few minutes before looking at the form.

"There's a position at the book store, you can take this and head over there now," he hands her back a photocopy of the form she just filled out.

"Thank you for your time." She dips a little and shuffles out, boots conspicuously loud on the floor.