Intertwined

Chapter One - Just another Morning

Maka Albarn is just a normal girl, living a normal life, who drenched herself in solitude. At least, that's what she wished she could say. That's the lie she passes on to her fellow students, teachers, and classmates. Not all of it's a lie though, she is a girl, and she does try to stay away from any social contact. She has no friends, to say the least. Her best classmates are the teachers, they seem to love her since she's always been a model student. That is, all except for her father, the vice principal, who was more than just a little nosy with her school work. In reality, she was sure he couldn't care less, but to humor him she continued diligently with her studies. Sure, sometimes she's dubbed a teachers pet and earns a bit of dirty looks from the other students, but she couldn't give a damn. School is her main priority for now, no friends, and family? Family is her downfall. She had the misfortune of her mother leaving when she was only a young girl, leaving her with her father.

Knowing her father, he was either passed out on the couch right now, due to wake up with a hangover, or he was wide awake more than a little wasted. She'd learned her lesson about coming home when he's drunk, she had the bruises to prove it. So, for now, she sat in the far corner of a dark ally somewhere here in Death City. She wasn't stupid, there was a ladder leading straight up out of harms way if she ran into trouble, and even if she had, she didn't have that much to lose anyway. She didn't feel sorry for herself though, this was normalcy, and she'd adjusted quite well over the years.

Soul Evans, or Soul Eater, to his friends, if he had any, is just a normal boy. Again, so far from the truth it shouldn't be legal. He's quite solitary, that's a truth; never interested in any friends or dates, or any "parties" he was asked to attend; and he was definitely asked. Asked to the extent where he'd almost felt it necessary to rip his own hair out. He kept his cool in the public, however. He was a fighter, he'd had a bit of a temper, and sometimes he'd lash out on the other students. Other than that, he was as normal as he felt he could get. He'd run away from his family, and they let him go without even batting an eye. Now he lived alone, he was sort of a drifter. He never stayed in one town or city for too long. His goal had been Death City, where he knew he'd lose all contact with past friends or family life.

In his opinion, it's better this way. He doesn't need anybody, or anything. All he needs in life, is himself. Usually he'd be on his bike, riding with the wind until it took him somewhere new, where he'd check into a motel for a few days and be on his way not even a week later. For now, he perched his bike on top of a small cliff, overlooking the desert, and Death City.

"I guess it's time to go now, it's getting late. I'm sure papa's sobered up by now.", thought Maka, collecting herself up off of the floor.

She walked down a few blocks under the laughing, blood drenched moon, until she reached her small apartment. She opened the door slowly and quietly, hesitant to wake her father up. If necessary she'd climb through the window, which she'd done before, which also proved fairly difficult since they'd lived on the third floor apartment. She peered inside.

No sign of her father, which was good. He was either passed out on the couch, on the floor, or wherever, with a beer bottle in his hand.

SLAM!

The door slammed shut behind her, and she was greeted by her wasted father who'd been standing behind the door. She only wondered how long he'd been there.

"Papa, I'm going up to my room now.", she sighed.

"Maka?", he said with quite a goofy look on his face.

"Yes Papa?", she asked quietly, slowly making her way out of the door.

"Why did Maka leave Papa?", he cackled with a goofy face plastered on.

"Papa, I'm here, and I'm going to my room now, alright Papa?", she sighed once more, taking silent steps.

"Maka! Never leave Papa!", he screamed now, smashing his beer bottle on the floor.

His face turned a dark red, and eyed his daughter who was now filled with regret, fear, and partial anger.

She had the feeling, she wasn't going to get any work done today.

"Finally, I made it. There should be a motel somewhere around here, right?", he thought, speeding across a few blocks on his motorcycle.

He turned the corner a few times, until he passed by a neighborhood flooded with dark ally's and graffiti.

"What kind of hell hole?", he thought, speeding through the neighborhood.

The motel was only a block away, and he had enough money in his bank account to stay there a few days until he found an apartment. He hated to admit it, but he was filthy rich. Loaded, and to his surprise his parents hadn't cut off his bank account. Though, he didn't use the money completely for food and necessary resources Booze and drugs were a semi-regular part of his life, he had to admit. For now he put that aside, and looked frantically around for the motel that had been pin pointed in this direction. His face turned a bit pale as he passed by one of the apartments, hearing a blood curtailing scream erupting from one of the complexes. He shrugged it off, knowing if he took the time to look around it would only be in his mere imagination.

"Found it!", he cheered, turning the block into the parking lot of the Crescent Moon Motel.

He made his preservation collecting a good night sleep in the motel. He'd already made plans to attend the nearby high school His grades luckily proved fair enough and he'd been accounted as his own legal guardian. It took a bit of looking into, earned him allot of strange looks, but eventually they let it go and accepted him. If things didn't turn out that way, he'd usually end up pulling the "Evans" family card. That would get him into clubs, parties, and any school he wanted. Though, there were cases when people didn't care, because he wasn't as famed as his mother, father, or brother and he'd end up somewhere else.

"Oh well.", he thought, resting his head on the warm bed.

Morning came at last. It was one of those nights that seemed to drag on forever. Maka woke up in a cold sweat, driven awake by yet another nightmare that haunted her, because her alcoholic father wasn't enough. She took a quick shower, locking the door to both her bedroom and the bathroom, and looked at herself in the mirror. She had another bruise on her face, a bit of blood on her lip and nose, and bags under her eyes. She looked better than she had most days, she had to give herself that. She'd almost forgotten what her face looked like under the bruises.

"Oh well.", she thought, applying make up to her injuries.

It should be enough to pull her through school without too many questions.

Her father was on the couch with a hangover, moaning and complaining at every little sight and sound. She ignored him, stepping over the shattered glass and heading out the doorway. This morning she was dressed in her usual, plaid skirt and yellow sweater covered with a long sleeved black button up trench coat. She liked the mobility she'd had when wearing the outfit, in case the event called where she'd have to run away from her dad. Lucky for him, he didn't have to attend school right away. The vice principals duties at her school were usually resumed by the principal, who was too nice to ever complain, and he'd let his slip ups slide whenever he felt like it. It irritated Maka to an extent where her blood practically boiled, but she got over it and headed to school.

Soul found himself greeted by sunlight, only about an hour late for school. He'd deal with it later, for now he just got up, had a quick breakfast and got dressed in the only outfit he liked. He wore a pair of black jeans, an orange shirt with the word "Eater" on the corner of it, and a black jacket. Something about it complimented his teachers well. He had dark red crimson eyes and snow white hair. He also had a strange set of razor sharp teeth, that he'd sometimes get looks about, but shrugged it off considering he'd seen much stranger things in this world.

The school was empty when he entered, all except for what looked like a teacher and a young girl in deep conversation. The male had dark red hair that flew down to his shoulders, and he was wearing a black suit and tie. It seemed a little too formal for a teacher, but he shrugged it off. The girl he was talking to remained silent, allowing him to speak. The first thing he noticed were the pig tails in her hair.

"A little too old for pig tails don't you think?", he thought.

Her body was covered by a black trench coat and what he could make out to be a skirt. As he got a little closer, he could make out the conversation a bit more.

"Papa loves you. You know that right?", he said in a loving, fatherly tone.

"Papa, go away.", she sighed.

"Maka, I'm not going away until you give me a hug.", he held out his arms.

"Papa, here, just take it. Go away.", she huffed with an angry tone, placing a few dollar bills in his hand. He gladly accepted, walking away with a grin plastered onto his face.

"Maybe he isn't a teacher.", he thought.

"Hey! Octopus head!", the man called.

"Eh?", Soul looked up at the man who'd just solicited money from what seemed to be his own daughter.

"Aren't you supposed to be in class?", the man towered a few inches over him.

"I'm heading to class right now, dude. Aren't you a teacher?", he held a blank expression on his face, un-phased by the yelling.

"I'm the vice principal for your information. Just get to class kid.", the man huffed, walking away.

As he walked away Soul noticed something. His hair was wet.

"Why is his hair wet, did he shower at school or something? Didn't school start like, an hour ago?", he sighed, walking further toward the classroom. The girl had disappeared, which was odd. He hadn't realized he'd been looking for her until she disappeared.

He read his schedule.

"Class Crescent Moon.", he sighed, "What's with the crescent moons in this city?".

Finally, he arrived to his classroom. His homeroom was a science classroom, and he'd made it inside with just twenty minutes to spare. The teacher gave him a dirty look, and a few of the students gawked at him. Some of the girls giggling, the boys fist pounding each other at the jokes they were making, most likely at the sight of his appearance He didn't care, he knew none of them had the guts to say anything to his face. It wasn't worth dealing with, unless necessary.

"Ah, , a little late are we?", the teacher sighed.

He looked nothing like a teacher. He wore a brown sweater and black pants, with a lab coat that was covered all together in a strange pattern. Little sutures seemed to be sewn throughout his clothes, and it looked like he'd had a few tattooed onto his body. Worst of all, he had a screw sticking out of his head. Again, Soul had seen stranger things in this world.

Soul shrugged, ignoring the teachers glare.

"Well, take a seat in the back next to Black*Star. That's the only desk available, sorry about that.", the teacher laughed a bit.

"Hey!", the kid in the back chimed in, "Are you saying it's a punishment to sit next to the almighty BLACK*STAR?", he shouted, making a few of the students laugh.

"Black*Star sit down.", the teacher commanded, and the student listened.

Soul laughed a bit in his head at the ridiculous kid he'd been forced to sit next to. He actually had blue spiky hair, which he guessed wasn't that much of a stretch, considering the boy himself had spiky white hair pulled back into a black headband.

"Sup.", Black*Star said, holding out a fist.

Soul sighed, bumping the fist, "Sup."

"Now, if you two would be quiet I'm sure the rest of the class is eager to end this lesson.", the teacher interrupted.

A few of the students laughed and giggled, having their fun. The teacher ignored them and continued to drone on about whatever he was teaching. Soul had no interest in whatever it was, or school for that matter. He figured a high school diploma should be enough to fund his habits, at least for the most part. The rest he'd figure out later.

As he surveyed the classroom, something caught his eye. The girl in front of him. She was wearing pig tails, and her body was hidden behind a large black trench coat. This was definitely the girl.

"Black*Star.", he whispered, nudging the boy next to him.

"Yeah?", he whispered back.

"Who's she.", he asked, pointing to the girl in front of him.

"Maka. Why?"

"She was talking to the vice principal earlier, and she gave him money. I'm just wondering, what was that about?", his voice grew a bit quieter, in fear she'd hear him.

"That's her dad. I can't say any more than that.", Black*Star hesitated, looking away.

"Weird. Is everyone afraid of this guy?", thought Soul.

Class continued, along with the boring rambling of the teacher, and Soul patted himself on the back for actually attending that day. He felt he'd reward himself with a bit of alcohol and maybe a few puffs off a joint later.

Something else caught his attention, interrupting his sweet thoughts of celebrating. He leaned forward a bit, and took a good look at the girl. There was a purple mark stretching across the bottom length of her neck.

"How the hell do you get a bruise that big on your back like that?", he thought.

He should know this, after all he was known for getting into quite a bit of fights. He'd gotten bruises nearly everywhere on his body sometime in the past, and he'd left more than just that on the kids dumb enough to challenge him. He shrugged it off, she must have fallen off of something, or just tripped and landed in an awkward position. Something alone those lines.

He sighed, when he was finally dismissed from class. Something surprised him, he'd never even seen it coming. The girl in front of him darted out of the classroom like a bat out of hell. He didn't get another look at her bruise.

"Oh well.", he thought.

Just another Monday morning.

Maka's morning went by with semi-usual perspective. The only thing out of the ordinary was the new boy who'd been admitted to her classroom. She was in an advanced classroom, however, and it was a mystery how a boy like that was even accepted to the school. She shrugged it off, for now she was focused on a few other things, like taking notes. Though, a few times she could feel a slight pain on her back that she couldn't quite reach. She hadn't been able to look at it in the mirror this morning, but she could tell it was new. She only hoped it hadn't left a bruise, and just like that, she darted out of class before anyone else could look at it.

"Oh well.", she thought.

Just another Monday morning.