A/N: So this is my first fanfiction. I do not own Soul Eater, but I do own my story. I hope you enjoy.

Who would have thought that the small, petite, bookworm of an eighteen year old would be the one to get Soul "Eater" Evans clean? Then again, a lot of things turned out differently than how people thought.

The cool, collected, but protective young man had been living a hard life for years. You see, it was a risky business being born into a family of dealers. Everyone knew the name and product, but no one could ever really grasp what dangers came with the life unless they were in it. People would cast him side glances as soon as they heard the name Evans, knowing what he dealt, but not what he had to deal with.
To say the least it wasn't entirely his choice to lead this life. The business had been passed down the family for generations, but when his brother decided to go after more of the harder stuff that left Soul with the family drug of choice. Of course he tried to resist at first. He tried to enroll in college, get a job, find a hobby. However, one simple "test" of the drug turned all his fighting to puddles of mere whimpers.
Now he had a full blown operation. He had bought a small house in one of the less populated areas of the city, made allies with gangs formerly acquainted with the Evans like Black Star's and Death the Kid's, and he had customers. Regular customers. That meant regular money to blow. Easy money. Sure, it all came with a risk each time they got a new customer or dealer coming into play, but that was one of the hard parts of the job.
That was the life of Soul "Eater" Evans. At least he thought it was until ...

BANG.

Something knocked over the tin trash can outside. Or someone.
"If they got a scratch on my car," Soul started mumbling under his breath as he got his jacket on.
He noted the noises coming closer up the driveway as he exited the house, but he couldn't make out who the figure was through the heavy rain. Whoever it was small or just really hunched over. Shouldn't be hard to beat in a fight.
"Hey, who's out there," Soul called from the doorway.
The figure stopped and stood still before replying, "Maka Albarn!"
Why did that name ring a bell? She was a gang member or customer maybe? Soul reached out, taking her hand and pulling her inside the house while trying not to get wet himself. As she took off her jacket and placed it on the hook in the kitchen, he saw her tote bag and understood why.
Her name tag from work hung off the strap. The book store. Of course it was her. During small trips into town he would see her at the store, sitting behind the counter with a book herself. He never really talked to her casually since she always seemed to be helping another customer right when he wanted to. One day though, when he purchased a book he exchanged introductions with her.
"So," Soul started to say as he rubbed the back of his tight neck and looked around the small kitchen, "Want anything to drink?"
Maka shook her head, but her eyes wandered around the house. You could see the living room, which often doubled as the dining room, from a small hole in between one counter and a cabinet. To the left of the kitchen there was a hallway that lead to the back of the house and a stairway to the basement. Soul started to regret not picking up a bit after him and Black Star as he eyed some dirty towels in a pile on the floor. Not only would Kid get on his case now, but Maka could see just what a mess the place was.
Soul noticed her dripping hair and handed her a clean towel from one of the drawers. She accepted it, and started drying her ash blonde locks. Her large green eyes focused on a CD sitting on the counter across from her as she dried her hair. Soul picked it up and studied it himself, her eyes still trailing on the CD.
"Do you like this guy," Soul asked, waving the CD a bit between his index finger and thumb.
Maka shrugged, smiling a little.
"Sometimes my coworker will play one of those songs from that CD. The customers hate it, so the boss gets really mad. His face goes red, and he almost fumes. Kind of funny even though it scared the hell out of me when it first happened."
Soul nodded, placing the CD back on the counter and leaned against the fridge door.
"The bookstore's all the way on the other side of town. What made you come over here?"
"My father's friend named Stein forgot one of his books at the store. I was going to give it back to him, but my headlight went out and with the rain I couldn't see so I ran into the yield sign on the corner. Then I got out to look for help, and I knocked over your trash can."
Maka walked over and sat on the counter next to Soul. He noted her attire, as she searched through her tote bag. She wore a button down shirt, with a green striped tie, and it was all underneath a beige scoop neck cardigan. Her skinny jeans were dark washed, and she wore black buckle boots that went above her ankles. The jacket she hung up on the wall hook was black and a bit long seeing as it probably reached her thighs. Maka's hair was down, probably from the rain, and it was a bit wavy.
She sighed in frustration as she pulled her phone from her bag. Maka clicked a button on the side a few times, but still nothing as far as Soul could tell. She placed the phone on the counter with a sharp thud, and closed her eyes as she leaned her head against the cabinet above her. Soul could hear her silently counting to ten as she tried to steady her stressed breathing, but clearly Maka was upset.
"Can I use your phone," She asked after a few minutes of silence.
She opened her right eye a bit when Soul didn't respond, but he nodded a nudged his head to the left.
"Home phone is in the hallway right by the stairs."
"Thanks," Maka mumbled as she slid off the counter and went to the hallway.
He tried not to eavesdrop, but Soul could hear Maka's agitated voice faintly.
"My car hit the damn sign ... I tried pulling away, but the sign is on a corner with grass and mud ... Because it's raining outside and I don't have a damn head light ... I told you the car needed to be seen ... It's a fifteen year old used car, it's going to be a bit rusty and bad ... Whatever, can you just please pick me up ... Why not ... This is a bit more important than that! ... Fine, I'll just call a cab once the tow gets here. Bye," And with that she hung up the phone sharply before dialing another number.
"Hi, yes this is Maka Albarn. I am calling because I am in need of assistance at ..."
Soul tried to busy himself putting away the towels in the hamper and wiping off the counters while she was still out of the room. He looked hopelessly at the hole in the wall, but it was a lost cause. The only way to fix that would be to go back in time and stop the crazy customer from punching the wall.
Maka returned to the room three minutes later, sighing as she pulled her hair up in two pigtails.
"So is everything ok," Soul asked cautiously.
Maka's shoulders slumped a little and she sighed, "Well, the tow is coming to pick my car up, but they can't get a cab out here. I can't stay overnight because of work in the morning, and my papa can't pick me up."
"You still live with your parents," Soul questioned.
Her face went a bit pale at that remark, and she shivered a little.
"Oh no. I just moved out of my house and into an apartment, so my papa was just taking stuff over there from the house. The only person who lives with me is my cat named Blair."
They sat silently again, thinking of options.
"How about I just take you home," Soul offered.
Maka stared at him a while in disbelief, but smile slightly and nodded.
"Thanks Soul, I appreciate it," She replied.
After putting on their jackets and grabbing Maka an umbrella, they walked out to Soul's car and got in. It was pretty difficulty pulling out of the driveway in the rain, but Soul's car still had its headlights. They drove in silence for a while before Maka turned on the radio to a station she liked. Soul remembered this song. He had tried learning the piano piece of it a while ago, but never got around to it.
He started doing the chord progression fingerings on the wheel without realizing it until Maka spoke up.
"Are you a piano player too?"
"What," Soul asked confused.
"Your last name is Evans right? Your family is that one that deals isn't it? That would explain why your car smells like pot at least ... So do you play piano too, or is it just a hobby?"
Soul stopped the chord progression; this was the part of the song he hadn't learned. He sighed and looked at her slightly out of the corner of his eye.
"Yeah, I play a bit. It's nothing major though. Cool guys are always a little busy, so I haven't really had time to play."
Maka nodded, "Oh, I see. Here, my street is coming up soon, I'll tell you when to stop."
They took a right and went down a few apartment complexes before Maka said, "Stop."
Soul pulled up to the sidewalk in front of her apartment building as Maka grabbed her umbrella and tote.
"Thanks again Soul. Do you have my number?"
Soul shook his head, "Can't say I do."
"Here, let me see your phone."
Soul handed it over so Maka could add herself as a contact. She gave it back to Soul when she was done and shook his hand.
"See you later Soul."
"Bye Maka."
He watched her get out of the car and walk up to the apartment door before pulling away and driving back down the street. Someone had to be there to make sure the tow came after all.