MaKa
Maka lived a good, quiet, simple life. She liked it like that. Easy. Methodical. Wake up. Go to work. Go home. Change was not welcome. Therefore, this would just have to go.
It was, by some luck that a young girl of nineteen, such as herself, got a job at the prestigious and beautiful Libre Bonheur. She had been plucked out of the craphole she was living in all alone by Sid, the owner of the restaurant and the only person Maka could call a friend without feeling like a complete liar.
Maka didn't do so well with people.
Sure, she could say hello and take peoples orders, but when they asked her about her, she fell apart completely and lost the function of her tongue. It was the one thing in her life that she would be plenty happy changing. She blamed it on the fact that she learned the hard way that people are dangerous. They are bad. Being alone is safe. Sid is safe.
She turned her head to it, the current object of her distress. Moving men were setting it up in the corner of the main dining area. It actually was quite beautiful, but it was not part of the routine Maka knew. It was a black, sleek, grand piano. She grabbed her pigtail and chewed, a nervous and bad habit she had picked up through the progression of her short, stressful life.
Sid had decided that his business needed something a little extra. Music, as it would have it, was the special thing missing. Maka read quite a bit, but it was irrelevant when it came to music. It's just ink on paper. How can people get such emotion out of it?
To be blunt, Sid didn't even belong in the Libre Bonheur, nor did he want to be there. He originally worked at a popular burger joint, but he had to shut it down with the death of his brother. He was next in line to run the classy restaurant. Maka was proud to be able to say that she knew that this was not the man Sid was. It almost made her sad.
"Maka, go help those men set up the piano, they don't' look like they know what they are doing." Sid chuckled. She sighed, but complied. In her life, she had come up with a set of rules to live by. One of them was 'always agree'. Disagreements lead to confrontations. Confrontations are bad. She approached the dirty men wearing ripped up wife beaters.
"So, you guys are getting a pianist? Will you be singing? You could get a little dress and perform for us right now." By the way he had said it, Maka could tell that the performance he wanted out of her wasn't exactly singing. She shook her head no and pulled a face.
"Well that's not very pretty," the second one speaks, taking a step towards her. She retreats, head downcast, and gulps.
"I'm a waitress," she mumbles, with her head still down.
"Ain't you a little young?" Another step toward her. Too close. She squeaks and steps back even further, before full on running to Sid. He blinks at her once…..twice…and sighs.
"They're harmless, Maka, its okay." She nods her head, but not after giving Sid an incredulous look. She turns to go to the kitchen. Helping in there is much safer.
SouL
When offered a job, Soul took it. It did not matter at all to him what he would be doing. All he knew was he was dirt poor and jobs make money. Money can be used to buy food. And booze. So, of course he said yes when Sid, an old family friend, asked if he wanted to play piano at his restaurant. Sid said the place needed something more. Soul, coming from the well-to-do Evans family, said smooth jazz would add class. Who was Sid to disagree?
Yes. Soul did use mild manipulation to pay his bills.
Problem?
So here he was, dressed to the nines.
In a parking lot.
Because He was lost.
Cool.
Running his hands through his hair, he strolled into the nearest coffee shop and asked the young woman inside for some directions. He weaved some story about a wife, a couple kids, a birthday, and a seven thirty reservation. It was currently seven fifteen. He was rewarded with not only directions but also money for a cab. You see, his car's battery was shot beyond repair nearly a mile back.
He smirked on his way out of the store. It's not his fault people are stupid. Why should he not take advantage?
Wes didn't approve.
His wonderful, talented, magnificent, perfect, handsome, intelligent brother who knew everything told him he had low moral standards. That he had a problem.
That's why he has to go there every Friday night.
He has more important things to do on Friday nights.
Like getting wasted.
Sigh.
MaKa
She just can't take her eyes away from the prominent piece of furniture invading her workplace. Her home. It does not belong. It needs to leave. Now. Sid walks up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"It will be fine. The guy coming is great. Try to be his friend. For me?" She gets really tired of how he treats her sometimes. Like she is a burden. Okay, so maybe she is, but he doesn't have to make it so obvious.
She grimaces, turning to him. The grimace turns into a smile, albeit, fake, but whatever, and nods her head. Again.
"I'll try."
"'Atta girl."
"Oi! Sid!" Two pairs of eyes turn to see an impeccably dressed man cross the threshold. Sid smiles. Maka frowns. He doesn't look nice. With blood red eyes, bleach white hair, and a cutting smile, he looks rather menacing.
As if reading her mind, he turns to her.
"Hey Tiny Tits. Didn't your parents teach you not to judge a book by its cover?"
Her first reaction was to apologize. Apologize even if you are not really sorry. This was another of her rules to live by. Then, she realized he said the 'p' word, which brought along the emotion, "sadness." Then she realized he called her Tiny Tits. Anger. With all this happening within the time frame of about five seconds, she did the first thing she thought to do. It just happened to be hitting him atop the head with the hostess book in her hand. How very un-Maka like. (A/N at least for my story XD)
"What the hell?" She harrumphed as he kneeled, grabbing his head. Sid had been laughing this whole time.
"You guys will be great friends. I can feel it in my bones," he said. To this, Maka scoffed and turned her heel to go do anything but wait around her with the albino.
"Tiny Tits, my ass!" She said loud enough for all to hear.
Sid felt a shift in Maka's personality.
Change was on the way.
Good change.
A/N: Well that's that. It's not the end of course, but the beginning of a story that I'm pretty excited for. I have plans for this one. Yes, Maka is very OOC, but I'm planning on building up her character to the one we all know and love. With Soul's help, of course. Review or my writing won't get any better! ~Lucid Stupor ^.^