DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER, THIS IS JUST A STORY I DECIDED TO DO WHILE I UNBLOCK MY THOUGHTS FOR MY OTHER STORIES.
White hair and red eyes on a pale heart shaped face. A perfectly fitted black pinstriped suite with a red undershirt and black tie. Shoes freshly polished a solid black. Fifteen year old Soul Eater Evans was ready for his duty of serving his master.
Dirty blonde hair, a short red and black checkered skirt with a white shirt and long black stockings ending in black boots. With eyes as green as a forest, fourteen year old Maka Albarn commanded her father's mansion. This was Death City Nevada, year was 1936, and the world was going through changes.
"Soul, come here please." Maka called out as she studied the court yard below her window.
"Yes my lady?" he answered with a bow once he had entered her room. He was kneeled by her side, his left hand folded behind his back and his right hand over his heart grasping a black top hat.
"Have you heard from my father lately?" she asked as she motioned for him to stand. Soul shook his head before answering his master. He was thankful for Maka, she had rescued him from being sold by his family after the economy plumage of 1930. Now he was her loyal butler, never to leave her side. He had sworn to her his loyalty and honor as once a musicians son for the politicians of the world.
"He promised to be here today." she sighed as Soul placed her black coat over her shoulders.
"My lady, perhaps he was delayed and will meet us at the Governor's banquet." Soul replied not missing the sadness in his masters olive green eyes.
"Your right Soul, I mustn't dwell on his absence, besides, Kid will be most horrified if we are later again." Maka laughed as Soul led her to the car that awaited them downstairs. The ride to Gallows Manor was quiet as Maka read her novel and Soul sat beside her. Once they arrived at the estate, Soul helped his master from the car and silently, the two walked the path leading to Death's backyard. The spacious backyard of Gallows manor was decorated in perfect symmetry for the young lords coming of age celebration. Almost every youth in relation to high Politian's and nobles had come.
The other half that loomed hidden amongst the numbers, were that of weapon miesters. People who could summon weapons at any moment. They were disguised as servants and their masters were their protectees. Maka, who had rescued Soul, was now one of the protects of a weapon miester.
"Yahoo! I am the great god Blackstar, come to greet his many loyal servants." the blue haired teen yelled as he straighter his brown suite. Beside him a young aisian girl about seventeen, stood loyally beside him.
"Tsubaki, how wonderful to see you again." Maka smiled as she went to greet the girl.
"Same to you Miss. Maka." she bowed as Soul talked with Blackstar. Niether group noticed the two shadows walking towards them until Maka squeaked, sending Soul towards her now petrified figure weapon drawn. A huge red and black scythe stood ready in the albino's hands.
"Cool it Soul, it's just us." Liz Thompson said as her twin sister Patty, laughed beside her. Both girls blonde hair was pulled in a bun cerulean blue eyes gleaming up at the group as Soul's scythe dissipeared in a crush of his hand.
"You shouldn't scare the master like that, it's not cool." Soul seethed as he helped his master to her feet.
"Calm down Evans, she's fine." Liz smiled before taking a seat at one of the rectangle table's before her. Soul gave a low growl as Maka and the other girls went to join her.
"Kid said he would be here shortly after he finished folding the toilet paper in the bathrooms." the eldest Thompson explained as Patty looked for their master. Kid had saved them from the streets of New York, after a rival gang had tried to kill them.
Tsubaki and Blackstar were a different matter. They had found each other with a gang ran by Al Capone in Chicago. Both were assassins and wanted by several people. The group had became friends when Kid's father; Lord Death, had brought them together at his school. An academy called Shibusen, which trained weapon miesters and hid them as servants to high ranking families. The school's profits were sent in by the American government so they could use the students as special weapons in war. Maka and the others refused this thought.
"Welcome everyone, to my coming of age celebration. I am proud to have so many of you here." proclaimed a tall raven haired teen with three white stripes on the right side of his head. He wore a black business suite and stood as if ready to give a speech. For someone obsessed with symmetry, he was very asymmetrical.
"Hi Kid, wonderful speech up there." Maka smiled as the governor's son sat down.
"Yes, it was precisely eight minutes long and everyone was seating symmetrically." Kid boasted proudly.
"I thank my two servants for the way they organized things." he finished. Both sisters nodded as food was placed in front of them.
Soul quickly made Maka a plate of her favorites before making his own dish to eat. The other servants had quickly done the same, until all were eating quietly together. Soul was first to finish as he stood from his seat.
"My lady, I am off to scout the grounds." he bowed as Maka nodded. Grabbing his top hat he gently placed it over his messy white hair and began his walk. In all honesty this was a mission to him. His master's father still had not shown, even after the doctor, Franken Stien, had arrive with is servant Marie Majonir. Stein, as people call him, was dressed in a brown suite and Marie wore a peach colored dress with her blonde hair pulled in a bun. Her right eye supported a gold eye cover, to hide the missing eyeball she had lost during a battle to save her master. Soul continued on his track nodding to those who acknowledged him and ignoring those who ignored him. It was funny, he used to be amongst these types of nobles before his family lost their money. His brother Wes and he would play under everyone's feet causing mayhem, before they were to perform onstage and awe the crowd with their music. A flash of red retrieved Soul from his inner musings as he watched the figure converse with a woman with short blonde hair. Soul cursed he knew this woman very well. This woman was named...
"Medusa, I'd like you to meet my daughter." Spirit Albarn smiled as he motioned to his daughter. He was wearing his usual black attire with his fire red hair pulled into a low ponytail in the back. Medusa wore a long velvet dress that hugged her figure with her blonde hair braided down the front. Soul growled at not realizing he had returned to his master's side. Maka sensed his discomfort and smiled up at him.
"I'm happy to meet you Lady Medusa," Maka smiled as she rose to bow at her father's new flame.
"Maka, Medusa has agreed to become your new mother." Spirit said as he proudly brought the woman closer to his form. Maka froze at this as Soul tried to hold his tongue.
"My mother?" Maka whispered as her father continued to talk jovially. Only Soul seemed to notice his master's new mood as he held her head against his thigh.