Disclaimer: This is the only time I will write a annoying disclaimer for the beginning. I do not own Soul Eater.
Maka POV
My gosh, why did I have to go to work today of all days? I slept at 3am last night reading this great book but I don't think that feeling half dead is worth it. To make it worse, I have to go to school tomorrow too so I can't even make up for the lost sleep, and now, I have to go cater to a bunch of stupid perverted men for the next 8 hours. Great.
Soul POV
Why didn't my alarm clock wake me up like it was supposed to? Now I'm late for my dad's stupid meeting. I don't even want to go, but he threatened to take away my baby. Yes, my baby. My orange, 2 wheeled goddess named Jazz (forgive my horrible name choice, but I am not very creative. Nor do I have any information regarding motorcycles whatsoever.) I step out of my condo and head out, hopefully not too late.
Maka POV
I change into my maid outfit, a classic black and white number with its fair share of bows and ribbons at the sleeves and hem. It reaches up to my knee and is not too revealing, but I still do not like how it earns lewd stares from our "friendly" customers. I work as a server in a cozy little maid café in Death City. I is not very well-known, but is highly regarded for the top-notch service. Our customers range from young to old, but they do share a common love: maids. I personally do not want to work here, but the wage is high and I need the money. My father abandoned me and my mother a long time ago for another woman. My mother then proceeded to marry another man and now travels the world with him. I had decided to live alone here. My mother sends money, but I need more money for other things such as books.
I walk outside to the main hall where we serve our customers. All customers are welcome, however, if they violate even one of our rules, they are photographed and made note of and never welcome back. This rule guarantees that the servers are safe and so are the customers. On many occasions, I had been touched by some disgusting men, but thanks to the policy, they had never been welcome back. But because of my father and now these horrible men that I have come across, I have come to hate all men. I am friends with very few men except for my best friend, Kid. He was my childhood friend because my father had worked for his. He has a very pretty girlfriend Liz that takes me shopping sometimes. Liz's sister, Patty is also one my good friends. She attends the same school as I do, and we usually have the same classes.
I snap out of my dreamy and half dead state when my boss and friend, Tsubaki calls me over to her office.
"Are you alright Maka? You seem a little tired and you kept making mistakes about the orders today. Would you like to go home for today?" said Tsubaki.
"No thanks Tsubaki, I'm fine but just a little tired. Sorry about the mistakes, it won't happen again" I replied.
"Are you sure? I really don't mind about the orders but I care for your wellbeing, Maka. I know you live alone. If there is anything I can help you with, please tell me. You are like my little sister, you know." She said as she smiled.
"Thanks Tsubaki, but I'm really fine. I just stayed up a little too late last night. I'll let you know if anything happens though" I smiled and waved goodbye to finish up my job.
Soul POV
The meeting was so boring. Just kept talking about on and on about stuff that I don't really care about. My family is a group of musicians and we own a very large music company. However, we usually focus on classical music. I personally prefer dark and twisted music, as it is more passionate to me. My favorite music genre, however, is Jazz. It is just so relaxing to listen to and yet is so very cool.
I am the definition of cool. I have the bike and the background. But yet, I have never really found someone to appreciate me for who I am. Girls are crazy for me, but I feel like they don't see the real me. I grew untrustworthy of girls after my mother left us. My brother Wes and I were left to fend for ourselves for a while until my dad got word. We had lived with mom in New York but after leaving with my dad, we got to Death City, Nevada. The sun and moon are a bit wack, but this place is pretty fun.
I go out at night sometimes with my best friend, Black Star. He is a bit annoying when he screams about his "godliness" but he is an alright guy. He is from a family that is very famous for their training gear. He often is on TV advertising and saying their motto, "If you want to be a star, then have the tools of a star!"
I don't really dig the club scene though. On most nights, I go out to bars and listen to the Jazz that is usually played there. There is only one place that plays Jazz every night though. It is a small little bar but has great service and a steady flow of customers. The owner, Liz, is my good friend and her boyfriend, Kid is my friend too. I go there regularly to have a drink, listen to the sweet and smooth Jazz, and talk about our lives.
As I walk towards the bar for a drink after a boring 8 hour meeting (just go along with this. I know most meeting are not this long. But let's just say that they had a lengthy discussion about… unicorns or something and how they can be used to make great classical music ._.) I bump into somebody.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" said a female voice.
I turn around to apologize like the cool guy I am but am instantly mesmerized by the girl's face. She looked so innocent and yet so beautiful. My thoughts are interrupted when the girl speaks again.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Are you some kind of pervert?" she said with a … book ready to hit me with? What kind of girl uses a book as a self-defense weapon? Interesting.
I smile and say "Sorry about that. My name is Soul, what's yours?"