Runaway Souls, Forever Home

The 16 year old had packed up everything that she needed and had somehow managed to throw what she owned into one duffle bag, a small draw string bag and her backpack, as well as stuffing her bank account number into her back pocket. The emerald eyed girl knew she didn't need to bring all of her books she just couldn't help it. The majority of things she owned were books. Sighing she threw on her backpack, grabbed her duffle bag and draw string bag and looked at her half empty room before saying "This is it Maka, last time you'll see this room…" she took one look around then took off down the stairs and out the door.

Maka Albarn was finally leaving her idiot father behind. She frowned at the thought of the red haired man, he might have been her biological father but he was no real father to her. As she stormed down the street she had realized she didn't really have a plan at all, she almost stopped to turn around and head back, Maka wasn't the kind of girl who just rushed into things without a plan.

Maka was the top of her class, she put 110% into everything she did. She did extra credit, wrote on a college level, she had never missed a day of school. She never did anything without thinking it through fully and having a plan and well as two back-up plans. So doing something as spontaneous as running away was extremely out of character for her, yet she refused to turn around, refused to return to the place that used to be her home. That was another thing about Maka, once she had made up her mind there was no backing down. She believed in her goals and that she could over-come and obstacle that was placed in front of her.

Maka had made it to the park before her bags became heavy on her shoulders. Maka sat on the bench in the center of the park. She gently closed her eyes and thought of the events that had led her to this moment.

It was about four years ago. "M-Maka y-you're home early!?" her redheaded father choked out nervously. There on the couch was Maka's half-dressed father over some not-so-dressed prostitute. Maka had come straight home after school because she didn't have to tutor today. Her Green eyes widened at first but they soon narrowed as she just walked out of the house slamming the door behind her.

Less than five minutes later did her father come chasing after her. "Maka! Maka! It's not what it looks like! Please don't tell Mama! Papa loves you two so much!" and this Maka had stopped walking and had clenched her fist in pure rage. How could he say he loved her and her mother? After doing such a disgusting act in their own living room! Did he not know how much it hurt for her to hear those words, and how he asked her to betray her own mother much like he had. Instead of answering Maka had turned around and slapped her father, the sound was a sickening as the feeling Maka had for the man now.

Not much longer after that did the parents go their separate ways. Sadly Maka's mother could not afford to gain full custody of Maka. The 12 year old girl was stuck living with her no-good-cheating-father. Her father was depressed for a few weeks, but soon after he began to bring back more girls. He would leave a note on the door letting Maka know when she couldn't enter the house. Her father was also almost never home, although this didn't bother Maka at all, she was happiest when he was gone. But then things started to change once her father started drinking, and when he had he was no longer the same person that would die for his daughter…

Maka opened her eyes to shake the memories from her mind. She brushed her bangs out of her sandy blonde hair off her face as she sighed. That's over now. All in the past now. She comforted herself, as the sun started to set. She knew her father wouldn't be home tonight, he would be at the same strip-club where he picked up all his slutty girlfriends.

Tomorrow would be the first day of her summer vacation and tonight her bed would be a park bench. She never thought she would be sleeping on a park bench at all in her life. She scolded herself lightly for going outside of her plans to grow up, she had done yet another thing that was out of character, go against her original plans. Just as the 16 year old girl closed her eyes and was ready to drift off to sleep a shadow loomed over her.

Her bright green eyes flashed open to meet with blood red ones, and her head shot up smashing the other's forehead. The unknown person fell to the ground with his hand pressed to his forehead mumbling something about being "uncool". Maka turned her head and snapped "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Her words sounding more like a demand than a question. "I could ask you the same the same question" Mumbles the figure on the ground.

Maka looked up the person up and down taking in his appearance. He could not have been older than had messy, No wild white hair that stuck out, the only thing that seemed to control it at all was a thin black headband. His eyes where a magnificent crimson that were lazily opened and looking back at her. His teeth however was even more odd than his hair or eyes, they were sharp and dangerous looking. He almost looked like a shark. His build looked average for a boy his age. He wore a gray hoodie and a black tee-shirt as well as ripped blue jeans.

Her train of thought was interrupted by his rough, deep voice, "What are you staring at?" She was caught off guard slightly but responded sharply "The shark-toothed creep who was watching me sleep!" The boy sighed as he also took in her appearance. The girl had sandy blonde hair that she had pulled up into pig-tails. She had big green eyes that seemed to stare into your soul. She wore a short red and black plaid skirt, a white dress shirt, yellowish-tannish sweater vest and a green and yellow tie.

The boy almost laughed at the girl's response "Trust me tiny-tits I'm not interested in your body at all." Maka frowned at his answer and crossed her arms over her nearly flat chest. He raised his hands up and gave a nervous smile "Chill, Chill I was just worried about you! You look smart so you should know better than to sleep on the streets of Death City".

Death City wasn't exactly known for its safe streets at night. Maka eyes widen, she couldn't believe she looked over such an important fact. Sensing her distress the boy spoke again "My name is Soul Eater and I can tell you're a runaway" Maka was a bit surprised "How did you-""Your bags" he cut her off and pointed to her luggage. "My name is Maka Albarn" she spoke calmly to her new acquaintance. "I have an extra room in my apartment building if you want you can stay there." Soul spoke in a laid back voice, as if asking a stranger to live with him was a daily occurrence.

Maka stared into Soul's eyes, and with that she looked into his soul and knew that she could trust him. "That would be lovely" Maka said as she stood up and picked up her stuff up. "Cool" Soul spoke as her took her duffle bag from her and carried it.

The whole walk to the building Maka read what she could of Soul's soul, and she found that he wasn't a threat at all. She smiled to herself, her life was so much easier with her ability. Since she was 13 Maka could see and read souls. She had never been wrong about them either, her skill had been perfected. The walk to Soul's apartment was a quite one.

Soul wasn't surprised when Maka agreed to live with him. He himself had been a runaway and would have jumped at the opportunity to sleep inside on a bed. What he didn't understand is that she didn't seem nervous at all. It was like when she looked into his eyes she could read him like an open book. He shook the thought out of his head, he didn't want people to read him, He had too many emotions and secrets that he wanted to keep to himself. He wasn't one to share himself with others, and he wasn't one to dig into other's past, so he didn't ask anything of Maka. Yet he felt something change, he felt a shift and knew that life was going to change dramatically.