It was dark and cold; she stood there under the shops shelter from the pouring rain, her light hair tied up in pigtails with blue ribbons, her dark green eyes were closed and her head hung looking at her wet muddy shoes. Stupid… Papa, you're so stupid! She thought angrily. She remembered the text her father sent her.

My sweet Maka let us go out and have some coffee, we will talk okay?

-love your Papa

However, here she was underneath the café's shelter from the rain waiting for her father, she knew he was not going to come, but she waited anyways. Her mom had already left her there t go to London to travel, So Maka was left with her father, she just got out of the airport and received that text message, now she was waiting for her good for nothing father who would never show up. The rain continued to pour down and thunder rumbled in the distance and lightning struck down and then thunder crashed soon after. Maka jumped a little and pulled her bag closer to her body, she was cold and wet and she hated her father at that very moment, it was not the first time he stood her up but still it pissed her off that he did not change.

A nice piano music danced within the café and she turned her head and looked inside, there sat a boy on a piano bench slender fingers dancing across the keys. He had odd white hair and ever odder red colored eyes, he did not seem that much older then her, he was slightly taller and he was cute, Maka had thought. It was nice to see, he wore a black suit with a red tie. His hair pushed back with a black headband. The music came to a halt when his head turned and his eyes met hers. The customers stared at her and she blinked and her cheeks reddened, she turned her head away and then put her bag over her head and ran from the café, not wanting to wait any longer then she already had. She ran towards the hotel her mother set her up in, the man at the desk smiled and pulled a card key out, "Please enjoy your stay Maka Albarn" He smiled then Maka went to the elevators and pressed the button, she was dripping wet and the other guests were staring at her. She hated other people judging her, but when the elevator door opened, she pressed the button with the number 20 on it and the doors started closing, she rode the elevator up to the 20th floor and searched for her room. It was supposed to be 3156 but she could not really find it. But then again her eyes were watering so she was not really looking. She stopped and raised her shivering cold hand and wiped her tears away.

Papa… Mama… Maka thought, her hands shook and she was cold. She wanted to find her room so she could take a hot bath. She wanted to dry off, to warm up… However, she could not find it. She heard footsteps behind her and soon after felt warmth; a suit jacket was draped around her shoulders, it was large well larger then her small frame but it was warm. Maka's green eyes looked up and met red eyes, she blinked and his slender hand reached out, and she took hold of it. "You're freezing." He said shocked but his hand did not pull away, instead it closed around hers and pulled her along. "Your room is 3156, right?" He asked. His voice was stern and slightly deep. It was soothing.

Maka was not stunned that he knew her room; actually, she did not really realize that. His hand pulled her along with him and then they stood still and Maka's eyes met the door with the number 3156 on it. She blinked her eyes and then looked at him.

"I'm Soul." He introduced. "A friend of you mothers."

Maka's green eyes widened a little and then Soul's other hand reached into his pocket and pulled out a key card. He put it into the doors lock and it accessed it. He opened the door and pulled her in. "I'll set the bath up, dry off okay?"

Maka was a little shocked but nodded her head. She walked to the bedroom, but Soul stopped her and handed her a towel.

She walked into the bedroom and started drying off; she looked at her bag slung across her body it was soaked along with all of her. She undressed and took the large hotel bathrobe and covered up, she took the ribbons out of her hair and her hair fell down. It was dripping with droplets but she did not care. She walked out of the bedroom and Soul was just walking out of the bathroom. He looked at her and smiled. "Your bath's ready"

Maka opened her mouth to ask something but he held up his hand. "I'll explain later, after you're done your bath."

"Okay… But no peeking or I'll Maka-Chop you!" She yelled and raced into the bathroom.

Soul blinked his red eyes and held back a laugh. "What the hell is a Maka-Chop?" He asked himself, sat himself down on the couch, and turned on the T.V.

Maka sat in the hot bath and her cold skin tingled it hurt a little but it soon grew to be comforting, she had a blush on her cheeks and heard a cell phone ring, it was not her ring tone so she assumed it was Soul's. She relaxed and remained in the bath. She looked around and sighed. Her bag with her lemon scented shampoo and conditioner was in her room, she hated the smell of the hotel's shampoo, it was cheap and it made her hair all frizzy. She looked around; her bathrobe was hanging at the back of the bathroom's door. She stepped out of the hot bath and stepped towards the robe. She pulled it off the door and slipped it around her, she tied it quickly and opened the door, Soul was in the kitchen talking with an annoyed tone to whoever was on the phone. She entered the bedroom opened her bag and took out the two bottles.

Soul was on the phone with his friend Black Star. Strange name, but that is what his name was. His girlfriend Tsubaki was mad at him because they were kicked out of the movie theatre from him yelling too loudly. So he was complaining about it to Soul. He sighed and heard the bathroom door open and wet feet patter across the floor. The bedroom door opened and shuffling was heard within the room. Then feet pattered once again and the bathroom door closed once again. Soul could not help but let a chuckle out and Black Star started accusing him for laughing at him. However, Soul did not bother defending himself. He just held a smile upon his lips, and listened to Black Star's voice complaining without even complaining.

Maka settled in the bath once more and washed her hair with her favorite lemon scented shampoo and conditioner. She rinsed her hair, then leaned back and relaxed in the bath, her mind raced; she was confused, tired and angry mixed all together. Her father was the reason for her anger, her flight here was the reason for her tiredness and Soul was the reason for her confusion. She closed her green eyes and took a deep breath. She reached for the drain and pulled out the plug, the water started draining; she reached for a towel, wrapped it around her petit body, then took the large robe, and slipped her arms through the long sleeves. She tied it and then left the bathroom.

Soul was on the couch, tired from talking to Black Star and hearing his rants about Tsubaki. He did not hate the girl matter of fact he respected her and envied her, she was patient, understanding and very calm. Especially when it came to Black Star, only sometimes will she lose her patients and shout. However, it was very rare.

Maka walked out and felt the cold hair from the other room hit her hot skin. She sight and started drying her hair with the towel. Soul was sitting on the couch, his unique eyes were closed and his head leaned back into the couches cushions. He seemed tired. Like she was, they seemed to have a lot in common.

Soul heard the bathroom door open but did not turn his head to look at the small girl. He heard the bedroom shut shortly after then his red eyes opened and he put his hand over his eyes. Maka's mother told him that he would meet her daughter because her father would stand her up. Everything he was told happened. Maka stood outside the café her mother made him play at waiting for hours. Never looking in, but then he started playing and her head instantly turned to meet him. He smiled at that, he always heard stories from Maka's mother about her, so he was very intrigued with her, but now that he has met her, he wanted nothing more to do, but to talk to her for hours and ask her about her life. He grew impatient for her to come out of the bedroom and sit down, but before he knew it, his eyes grew heavier and sleep claimed him.

Maka finished brushing through her wet hair and changed into her pajamas luckily, they were not soaked but her bag still was. She sighed and looked around the spacious hotel room. Her cell phone lay upon the bedside stand charging. No missed calls or text messages, her father did not even contact her yet. Therefore, she just walked towards it and turned it off. She walked towards the bedroom door and opened it. She stepped out and walked to the couch. She smiled lightly when she saw Soul had fallen asleep. She walked towards the sleeping boy and took the blanket draped over the armrest of the couch and placed it upon the boy. "Sleep tight." She said and moved his hair away from his closed eyes. She took the remote and turned off the plasma T.V. and walked back to the bedroom, she did not close the door. She felt slightly comfortable with Soul so she was not cautious. She turned off the light, then went under the clean covers, laid her head on the pillow, and fell asleep almost instantly.

(Morning)

Morning rolled around and Soul's cell phone was ringing a constant ring. He opened his red eyes lazily and sighed he felt something overtop of him. He looked down and saw the blanket and looked around the bedroom door was opened, he blinked and got up from the couch, he walked to the bedroom door and saw Maka sleeping peacefully in the bed. Covers huddled close to her, her hair a little messy sprawled on the pillow. She stirred lightly when the door creaked when he placed his hand on it. Her green eyes fluttered open and she brought hand out from under the covers and reached up, she rubbed her eyes and turned her head toward his direction. "Soul…?" She asked and sat up, her hair falling over her shoulders. He stepped in the room, not being able to control his own movements. Maka's lips pulled up into a smile. "Good morning." She greeted he smiled right back at her.

"'Morning" He greeted back. Maka's hand dropped back down onto the covers and she looked at him and tilted her head.

"You sort of fell asleep before we could talk." Soul nodded is head.

"I know, sorry, I was tired."

Maka shook her head. "It's fine. I was tired too." She pulled the covers off her and stepped out of the bed and walked towards her bag, it was still wet, but she already expected that. She pulled out her hairbrush and brushed through her knotted hair. She dropped her hairbrush back onto her bag and then turned to Soul. "Let's get some breakfast."

Soul smirked. "Sure, sounds cool."

They got ready and then headed to the dinning hall to get something to eat. Soul looked at the menu and quickly decided on an amulet and some bacon along with some orange juice. Maka ordered chocolate chip pancakes and some milk. The server quickly jotted down the order and bowed then disappeared to the kitchen to deliver the order.

"So Soul, you know Mama?" Maka asked

"Yeah, she took me in for a little while 'cause my folks kind of left me."

Maka's green eyes looked at him and she closed them because she did not want him to see the empathy in her eyes. "I see. Mama was always like that." She smiled lightly remembering her mother's voice and gentleness but also her stubbornness and kindness.

Soul's eyes scanned her face and felt something in his chest squeeze tightly. Her face seemed pained and her smile forced, but he could not help her.

"Yeah… She really is a kind woman; she took me in when she found me in England alone. She seemed angry at my parents though." Soul laughed lightly and lifted his hands to his face to hide the smile. "She complained about them for hours in the taxi ride to the airport and even on the plane." Maka laughed at that and his eyes looked up to meet hers.

"That sounds like Mama"

"But the thing she spoke about most was you." Maka's eyes widened.

"Me?"

"Yeah, always you, for the four years I've been with her, she always told stories and they were always stories about you, her precious daughter Maka Albarn." His smile broke loose and Maka smiled tears brimming at the side of her eyes.

"Thank you." She said. She was happy, her mother spoke about her and it made her happy. "Soul… Thank you." She raised her hands and wiped away the tears streaming down her face. Soul got up, kneeled beside her, and patted her head.

The server served their meals while looking at the scene. She was quite surprised but remained quiet. Soul remained there comforting her while she cried she let everything out. It amazed him how much she bottled up inside of her. Now it was spilling out like an overflowing glass of water. "Don't worry; it's going to be alright. I'm here." Soul said getting up and wrapping his arms around her. "I'm here so it'll be okay." Maka waited so long to hear those words. She was happy that somebody finally said them to her.

"Thank… you…" She cried.

It was hard to believe that somebody could cry himself or herself to sleep, but Maka made Soul believe it. He ordered their meals to be packed up and he put Maka on his back and carried their food back to the room.

I guess we're both a little messed up. Soul thought.

He was looking forward to the next moment in the day now, something he never felt. "Looks like this is going to be cool," He muttered to himself. Then carried Maka up to their room, set her in the bed and covered her up. He put their food in the fridge and sat on the couch turning on the T.V. waiting for Maka to wake up.