Maka opened her eyes. She sat up, swung her legs around, and got out of bed. It was 6:00 AM and was time for her to begin her morning chores before getting ready for school.
Maka Albarn was a sixteen year old high school student in Death City. She was entering grade 11 of school. Her height was average; she had long toned limbs, and a thin waist. Her skin was creamy and seamless. Over the summer puberty finally had caught up to her and she gained some impressive curves, but wasn't overly busty. Her hair was grown out to her stomach, and was a light pale blonde color that shone in the light. She normally wore it in pigtails that hung down her back. Maka was an overall attractive woman, and was often described as looking as an angel. Although, most of her classmates would say her most renowned feature was her intelligence. She always ranked at the top of her class. Despite her beauty and brains she wasn't dating anyone, and only had a few close friends. Her strong and blunt personality drove most people away.
Maka lived with her father. Her parents divorced when he was a child, and ever since then her mother traveled around working. Maka rarely saw her mother, but her father was constantly in her business. He was an overprotective and clingy man. She despised him because it was his fault her parents had divorced. He was an unloyal pervert that cheated on her mother. He still constantly brought home random women, and she was sick of it.
After showering she changed into her school uniform, a tight black skirt that hugged her thighs, a button-down white long sleeved shirt, and a black pull over vest. She put her hair up in her trademark ponytails, and walked through the living room to the kitchen to make breakfast. After she had finished her own meal, Maka went to wake up her father. She knocked then opened his bedroom door to find him lying naked with a strange woman with beer bottles littering the floor.
That moment she decided she would do anything to get away from this man.
She slipped on her shoes and began her walk to Death Academy. She tried concentrating hard at school that day to distract herself from the scene she happened upon that morning. Her friends noticed she was unusually quiet during lunch, but didn't wasn't to pester her about it. After the school day ended Maka lazed around the campus before deciding she had to eventually go home, but she decided to take the long way through the market there.
On her walk she had nothing to distract her from her thoughts. She was lost thinking about how much she disliked the man she calls Papa when she crossed the street, and didn't notice the speeding motorcycle coming toward her. The motorcycle swerved around her nearly missing her by only a few centimeters. As it passed she came back to her senses and moved to avoid it. She stumbled and fell right as a car approached. The black shinny car slammed on its brakes stopping just inches before her. A man got out of the backseat and ran toward her.
He was an attractive man in his middle twenties. He was wearing jeans that hung from his waist in just the right way, and a simple grey t-shirt. As the man got to where Maka was sitting on the ground he squatted down so that they were face to face. With a look of worry upon his face the man asked her, "Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital? Here get in the car my driver will take us there."
That's when the man noticed the tears in her eyes and began to freak out more assuming she had been really hurt.
After realized she had tears in her eyes Maka quickly wiped her face. She assured him that she was fine. "I'm sorry, but my tears were not because of you."
"Then why are you crying?"
"Don't worry about it. It's a personal matter." She sniffed
"Well you can tell me all about at while I drive you to the hospital to be checked out."
"I'm fine, really. Your car didn't touch me. I just fell trying to get out of that motorcycle jerk's way."
He picked her up princess style and carried her to the backseat of his car and set her down inside. He instructed his driver to go to the nearest hospital. Then he turned to maka and said, "That jerk was my younger brother." He sighed, "We had gotten into an argument and he sped off on his bike and I was following after him. So I feel it's my responsibility to make sure you're okay because he is my responsibility. Now why don't you tell me why you were crying?"
As they drove to the hospital Maka told this strange man, who said his name was Wes, her personal story. She talked about her father and how she couldn't live with him anymore, but she had nowhere to go. Wes got a thoughtful look on his face as they pulled up to the hospital.
The doctor had checked Maka out, and told her she looked fine minus a bruise on her thigh from falling on the ground. While in the clinic the sun had set and it was now dark out. Wes insisted upon driving her home so she wouldn't have to walk in the dark. When they arrived at her place Wes turned to Maka and began to talk.
"Although you weren't hurt I feel like I owe you something for my brother's rudeness. I think I can help with your problem. You see my brother and I have just moved into town and we are looking for some staff for our house. It may not be the perfect situation and you would have to work for us, but we can provide you with a room, food, and pay you as well. So what do you say Maka, will you come work as our maid?" Wes smiled over at her.
Astounded Maka sat there in silence gaping at Wes before speaking. "I just met you; you're still a stranger, but I trust you. Despite having to work at least I would get away from my father. Yes I will come to work for you."
Wes smiled wider and clapped. "It's decided then. I'll go in with you to grab some of your things right now, and I'll get some movers to grab the rest of your things later."
They then walked into Maka's house and went straight into her room. Maka began to pack her clothes as Wes looked around at her barely decorated room. He was shocked at how few personal items she owned. They probably wouldn't even need movers.
About an hour later all of maka's items were packed, and loaded into the car. Maka was going to say goodbye to her papa, but he wasn't home. She figured he was out getting drunk at some bar with some girl on his arm. She left a note for her father, and took one last look at the home she would never come back to.
When they pulled up to Wes's home Maka marveled at the grandness of it all. He lived in one of the few mansions in Death City. Servants walked out to open the car door and greeted Wes. He had them fetch her things and take them to an empty guest room which is where she would be staying. As they moved her things Wes showed her around the mansion. When they were done with the tour they found themselves in the living room.
"Your duties here will be to wake my brother and me up, make our meals, and do a little light cleaning. Don't worry you will not be the only one cleaning this whole house. However, for tonight you are our guest and will dine with us for supper." Wes smiled
An hour later they were sitting at the dinner table eating the appetizer of their amazing three course meal. Maka was thinking about how delicious the soup was, and wondered at what other foods she was going to eat tonight when a younger boy, probably around 18 or so, stormed into the room. He was tall and lean; you could see his body was toned and muscular through his black t-shirt and worn jeans. His hair was as white as snow and was spiked up. He had a devilish grin full of sharp white teeth that reminded her of a shark. His grin reached into his crimson red eyes that shone with mischief. If she looked like an angel then this boy looked like a demon.
He sunk down into the seat right next to Maka, but focused his attention on the table. A servant ran into the room and set a bowl of soup in front of him. He ate it ravenously. When he finished the soup the next course was brought out. Wes and Maka ate plates full of meat and potatoes, while the white haired boy gulped down some raw fish. Maka tried not to look at him. They finished the meal quickly and in silence. Finally the desert, chocolate cake with ice cream on the side, was put in front of each table member. Maka took one bite and made a noise of enjoyment.
Wes smiled and asked, "Do you like the cake maka?"
She blushed and looked down, "Actually chocolate cake is my favorite, thank you."
This is finally when the younger boy noticed the extra member at their table. He laughed and looked at his brother.
"So Wes I never took you for the type who went for children. Who is your little whore here?"
Wes jumped up from the table and pulled the boy up by his shirt.
"Soul, she is not here for me, and she is not a whore. She is the innocent girl whom you knocked over on your bike tonight. So you owe her an apology for your comment as well as your rude behavior earlier."
The boy, who was evidently named soul, looked at the female and mumbled an apology. Both boys sat back down. Maka started eating her delicious cake again, but couldn't help making a noise of approval in her throat.
Soul smirked at her, then leaned over in whispered in her ear "If you make that kind of noise at a piece of cake imagine what kind of noise I can get out of you." He put his hand on her upper thigh. "I could make you squeal baby." He winked then threw his head back laughing.
SMACK
Soul held his throbbing cheek and looked in front of him at the cause of his pain. Maka had stood up and slapped him across his face.
"I am a lady" she said, "and I'll be damned if I am talked to like that." Maka looked furious, but Soul couldn't help thinking that she still looked beautiful.
Soul quickly turned and started walking towards the door.
Wes called after him with amusement in his voice, "By the way Soul say hello to our new maid."
Soul stopped on the spot, and stood there frozen for a minute before continuing on his way. He had a small smile on his face, but the others didn't see this with his head turned away from them.
