DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT SOUL EATER
It was dark and stormy as Soul and Wes Evans walked home from the bar owned by their friend Blair. They had been celebrating Soul's promotion at Death records, owned by their parents and ran by Wes. Their other friends, Blackstar, Tsubaki, Liz, her twin sister Patty, and Death the Kid had gone home hours ago. The only reason for the brother's late departure was because Wes had flirted with Blair for an extra three hours.
"You should get a car." Soul growled as he pulled his jacket hood over his rain soaked white hair. Red eyes flashed in the lightning as the brothers began their usual argument.
"A car would just cost to much money, besides you have your motorcycle." Wes replied ignoring his brothers sigh.
"Blair might actually date you." Soul smirked.
"And what, makes you think she wouldn't date me now?" Wes asked as his brother rolled his ruby eyes.
"You're a twenty five year old virgin, hell I wouldn't date you." Soul replied with s smile. Wes has no reply as they passed the train station signaling the mile mark to home. Suddenly Soul paused and raised his head. Wes watched curiously as his brother ran towards the open ditch the locals had named the sewer. Why? Because it always flooded when it rained and ended at the sewer a mile away. Thunder clasped overhead making Wes urge his brother to hurry up.
"Wes, there's something in the sewer!" Soul called as he slid down into the ditch. Wes sighed before running to aid his brother. When he got there, Soul had removed his jacket and placed it around the objects slender frame.
"Soul, if that's another stray animal, your sleeping outside tonight." the brother sibling stated pulling his brother up from the ditch. Soul made a face before exposing the objects face. Wes gasped before his brother shielded it's face again from the rain.
"Let's get home," Wes said with more urgency. Soul's new find was in pretty bad shape. By the time they got home the storm outside had worsened. Wes ordered his brother to place his find in the bathroom and locate the first aid kit and some clean clothes. By the time his brother had returned, Wes had finished filling the tub and had placed the frozen and beaten body of a young woman inside.
"Is she okay?" Soul asked as his brother began bathing her. Long blonde hair clung to her wet body as fresh bruises covered her skinny frame. Judging by the way her ribs poked from her skin, she hadn't eaten right lately either.
"Get the spare room ready, she can stay in there until we can get her to Stien or Nygus." Wes instructed before Soul nodded and ran from the room. The girl looked a year younger than Soul, she was very pretty despite her poor appearance.
Two days later green eyes flew open as the sounds of deep breathing filled the room. Pale bony fingers grasped at the white button up covering her body and her upper thighs.
"You're up, I'm glad Soul and I were getting worried." Wes said as he walked carrying a tray of bacon and eggs.
"Thanks, I'm sorry, but how did I end up here, and who are you?" she asked before taking a bite of the bacon closest to her hand. Wes smiled taking a seat at the chair located beside a small work table.
"I'm Wesley Evans, and my younger brother Soul found you in a ditch locals here call the sewer. Your pretty beat up and malnourished causing us to wonder who exactly you are." Wes explained as the girl ate her food in silence. True her wrist were bruised and her body shook from holdings up it's own weight from weakness. But Wes brought on a good question, who was she and how did she end up like this? All she remembered was her name and only because it was her mantra from all the yelling, but who was yelling?
"Are you okay, would you like some more food?" Wes asked taking the now empty tray from her lap. Her green eyes, which had turned glossy moments ago returned to normal as she glanced up at him.
"No thank you Mr. Evans, my name's Maka, I'm afraid I don't remember my last name, or much of anything else." she smiled pushing back her hair that had fallen forward in her attempts to sit up farther.
"Soul should be up soon, I'll send him in with some clothes and then I'll send him shopping for actual girl clothes." the older boy smiled before walking out the door. Maka sighed as she looked over to the floor length mirror across from her bed hanging on the closet door.
"Sometimes I wonder if he enjoys torturing me?" a low male voice mused from the door surprising her to release a gasp.
"Sorry, I'm Soul, I heard your story from behind the door. Wes failed to notice my presence." Soul continued as he moved closer holding a pair of red basketball shorts and an orange long sleeve shirt.
"Sorry, it's all I have that would fit you. I washed your undergarments, their between the shorts and shirt." he finished as he placed the clothes on her bed. Both wore a blush as Maka realized she was completely naked under her current clothing. And had they given her a bath? Soul was about to ask her a few questions when a book landed on his skull sending him to the floor in a pool of his own blood.
"What the hell! Is this how you thank the guy who rescued you?" he yelped showing a row of sharp shark like teeth.
"You both saw me naked." she rasped out as Soul messages his scalp.
"Yeah so, it ain't like you had much to show us tiny tits." he snapped before another book smacked his face. Why did he rescue an abusive chick?
"You jerks, how long have I been unconscious?" she asked as Wes returned upon hearing the ruckus the two had caused.
"Two days," the older boy said. Maka glanced at the two finally noticing the resemblance. Both had snow white hair and ruby red eyes, tan skin. The only lacking resemblance was the teeth.
"Your both jerks." she stated before throwing a book to the older brother.
"Now Maka, your safe I promise, if it makes you feel better Soul nearly killed anyone stupid enough to go near you." Wes said helping his younger brother to his feet.
"So others were here to see your new toy?" she asked as she began to freak out.
"Just the family doctor." Wes assured her as Soul hid from the abusive blonde who was subconsciously reaching for another book.
"Why don't you get dressed and we'll discuss this in the living room." the older brother smiled as Soul ran to hide behind the wall outside. Wes hit the floor with a thud as Maka screamed about pervert rapist. Running inside to grab his brother the two albinos ran for cover in the living room.
"Uncool, abusive sewer rat!" Wes snapped all niceness leaving his body as he massaged his bruised scalp. Soul hid a smile, he liked his sewer rat.
Maka grumbled as she slowly dressed to exit the room. Maybe she had overreacted a bit. They had rescued her, well more Soul had. And they had cleaned her up and made a doctor see her. But what would you do if you woke in a strange home with boys you never seen before and no memories? She had no other place to go, what if they threw her out because of the way she acted towards them. She had nearly killed both her caretakers with literature. With a sigh she carefully walked down the hall leaning against the wall for support against her weakened body. Suddenly two strong arms grabbed her from behind. She quickly turned her head to find Soul smiling at her before helping her to the couch. He sat down beside her just as Wes brought in three cups of steaming hot chocolate.
"It's a month early, but the weather man predicts snow therefore, we drink hot chocolate." the brother stated as the three blew lightly on their drinks.
"And you expect me to wonder out there and get clothes?" Soul asked knowing the answer already.
"Yes," Wes said taking a sip of his drink. "unless you want Maka here to freeze." the brother finished. Soul growled before putting his now empty drink on the table.
"This is why we need s car, me and my motorcycle do not like the cold." the younger sibling snapped. As he grabbed his jacket and keys. A he was making his way to the door a small hand grasped his sleeve. He glanced down at Maka with a confused look.
"Nothing pink please," she said knowing he already knew her clothes size from the clothing she wore when she was found. It only made sense.
"Obey the sewer rat." Wes laughed before a book collided with his head making Soul laugh and promise to bring more books. Maka smiled, he was bringing her new clothes and more ammo.
Soul was crazy for doing this, how had he ended up in this hell hole? Naked manikins and scarcely clad women surrounded him along with many undergarments and various other objects with Victoria secret name brand stuff hung.
"That girl better give me a free pass from book abuse for this." he cursed before looking for her size in bra and underwear. He was mortified when he went to check out and even more mortified when he entered the other clothing stores holding the various bags of girls' clothing. He nearly left without the books he had promised, but death by book kept his feet heading towards the book store. Once inside he was clueless. The different genres of books confused him to no end as he roamed aimlessly about the store, bags slapping his legs. By the time he got home, as promised it was snowing and he was pissed. Once he opened the door he was nearly thrown off balanced by a flash of blonde hugging his middle. Now, pulling both Maka and the bags of her things he slammed the door shut and made his way to the couch.
"What's wrong Maka?" he asked trying to keep the tiredness from his voice.
"Wes called me a sewer rat again then he locked me in the bathroom!" she cried before fishing through the bag of books with a smile. Soul sighed in relief as he helped her take the bags to her room. Wes's violin playing could be hear from inside his room as Soul helped her organize her things.
"Soul, this is a bathing suit." Maka stated holding up the two piece he had retrieved from Victoria secret.
"It's not pink and it looked like something you'd kill a man for seeing." Soul cried in defense. Maka shrugged as she continued to pick drawers to place her things into. Once they had finished Soul glanced at the clock. Ten at night, not bad.
"Did Wes feed the sewer rat?" Soul asked chuckling as Maka made a face at him and raised one of her new books. Soul smiled before holding up a hand.
"Come on, I'll feed the little thanksgiving angel." he chuckled at his little joke. It was a week until the American holiday, and she had looked like an angel when he found her. Blonde hair sprayed around her head and skin white and pale from the cold.
"I'm no angel." Maka whispered.
"How do you know? Last I checked you had no past." Soul replied as they made their way into the kitchen.
"That's just it, what if you don't like my past, what if I'm not the angel you say I am?" she asked before biting on her lower lip. She truly seemed worried over this fact.
"Then nothing, Maka, no matter what your past, I will still be your friend." Soul said as he held his hand. Maka eyed the outstretched appendage before smiling and shaking his hand with her own.
"Friend, I don't think I've ever had one of those before." she smiled as the albino cocked his head in surprise until a smile graced his own lips.
"Then I'll be your first best friend." he stated before releasing her hand and turning to the fridge. "Our first act as friends is cooking a dinner for three people." he began.
"But, there's only two of us?" she pointed out.
"You're forgetting Mr. sour puss." Soul laughed as he pulled out the ingredients to make Santa fe soup.
"He calls me sewer rat, so I don't like him." she pouted causing Soul to think of a small child which made him laugh.
"Well, to be honest you were found in a sewer and looked like a drowned rat when we found you." Soul pointed out as Maka growled.
"You're a mean first friend." she grumbled as he began to make dinner for the small family. Dinner was painfully silent as Maka ignored Wes and Wes ignored Maka. Soul sighed content at having some resemblance of a family dinner again. He had missed this in his childhood. Now though, he could have it all back. Maka smiled once she caught Soul looking at her and frowned when she glanced over to Wes.
"Sewer rat," he stated before returning to his meal.
"Pervert," she hissed back before opening her new book Soul had bought her. Soul loved this small gathering and now, holidays would be fun again. Though after dinner was a different story. He had allowed Maka to play on his laptop while he cleaned the kitchen, but regretted the notion when he heard the music being played through the speakers. It seemed the blonde had no musical sense what so ever. Tomorrow, she was going to work with him and she would learn about music. Soul style!
