Chapter 1 -

Laying there on his rooftop, Soul stared up into the night sky, a girl he didn't know curled into his side almost lovingly. But no, it couldn't be loving. For this girl he found on the side of the street, and yes - he paid for her. He sometimes layed on his roof after the deed was done to reflect on his life, but then he'd determine after some time that his life was never going to change and he'd accept that. However no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the feeling that he wanted more out of life.

But as the woman lying next to him stirred and exposed herself to the sky, and to God, he realized that he's already screwed over so bad, why try and get out of it? His parents beg him all the time to return to music, to not do drugs and to eat better. But ever since he lost his little sister, he hadn't cared about anyone else. He wondered when his days of misery would be over, if they had an end in sight, or if he was destined to stay this way forever.

As the sun began to rise, and the woman next to him began to stir, he sighed quite loudly and stood up in all his glory, and hiked his way into his apartment. Climbing down the ladder and into the living room, he saw many women and men passed out with drugs all over them. He only hoped no person died of an overdose.

Soul Eater Evans, commonly known as "Eater" for the sake of privacy, was not only a drug lord, but a druggie. His "friends" consisted of other drug lords and prostitutes, and some women who just don't know when to stop getting grabby. Soul Eater Evans had ran himself into a pit of despair, and he had no one who was willing to pull him out of it. Sure, his parents called every once and a while, but Soul wished someone like his sister would come along and help him through it. He needed a clean break from the drug cartel, and he didn't know how.

But one woman would change his life forever... And her name is Maka Albarn.

Maka Albarn, a current college student at Princeton University, is one semester from graduating with a degree in physics engineering. But she's a dancer and a gymnast, and a highly acclaimed one. Not only is she gorgeous, but she's rich. And one day, while walking down an alley near the ghettos chasing after a stray cat, she meets Soul Eater Evans.

Maka Albarn ended her session at the gym today. She ran, swam, lifted some weights, and then decided to call it a night after a long day at university. To say she was tired was an understatement. She walked home, like she does everyday, and opened her door to her forty pound cat, Charles. Charles is a tabby cat. And his favorite hobbies include eating and watching the gnats and spiders go by him all day. If one is withing paws reach, there's a twenty-five percent chance he'll go after it. Maka never worries about him running away - he can barely make it to his food bowl in the morning.

Maka looked in her fridge and saw nothing to cook with. So she made a small run to a convinience store nearly twelve blocks away at eleven at night. To say she was tired was an understatement - she was exhausted. So in her mind, it was a good idea to go to the mini-mart twelve blocks away at eleven at night.

She put on her Nike shoes and her Nike jacket and grabbed her apartment keys before walking out the door. "Bye Charles, I'll bring you a toy," she smiled before closing the door.

On her way there, she saw a stray cat running around. It was black with purple eyes, and it looked so skinny. She knelt down and started rubbing her fingers together, and made clicking noises with her tongue to get it curious. "C'mere kitty, kitty, kitty."

When the cat ran instead of walk towards her, she ran after it. "Kitty, it's not safe! Come home with me."

When she turned the corner into the alley, there was sewage puddles and dumpsters all over the place. She saw a man with silver hair kneeling and slightly touching the kitten's ears.

"Oh, there it is. Is that your cat?"

"Oh, this? Hell no. Is it yours?"

Maka was taken aback by his deep voice and scary demeanor. "No, I was trying to take it home to feed it. It looked starved."

"Then come get it." The man stood up and took a swig of his whiskey. When Maka bent to get the cat, the cat ran away again. "Guess it hates you, huh?" The man slurred, leaning to the side.

"Why are you out this late drinking?"

"Why are you out this late?" He retaliated, throwing back another swig.

"Convinience store. You?"

"Trying to get rid of my problems. I like drugs more than I like alcohol. Alcohol loosens your lips. And not the ones down there." The man smirked and pointed to the small gap between her thighs. She flamed red at the embarassing comment and opened her mouth. But before she could he continued to speak. "My sister died. And my parents don't care about me," he slurred, slumping against the wall. "I have nowhere to go, I have no friends, and I'm so in over my head I'm not safe."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Maka leaned against the dumpster, crossing her arms to listen.

"Why am I like this?!" He shouted, throwing his bottle on the ground, causing it to shatter. A piece flew and scratched Maka's cheek. She stood completely still. "Why did I end up like this? It was one blunt. He told me one. One turned into five, five into ten, ten into meth, meth into..." Before he could finish, he lurched forward and vomited.

"Alright. Let's get you somewhere." Maka approached him calmly and touched his shoulder. "Sir, I'm going to pick you up now." He nodded in response.

"Soul. My name is Soul." He slurred, smiling crookedly, exposing his sharp teeth. He looked at the woman who was helping him, and saw her eyes. He noticed how green they were, how big and deep.

"I'm Maka. Albarn." She spoke. Like I mentioned before, she was beyond tired, and now beyond hungry. She lifted him over her shoulder and carried him fireman style back to her place.

"Why are you helping me?"

"I really don't know." She answered. As she walked back, she stared at the night sky and thought about what it was she was doing. Her parents would not be proud.

"You have a nice butt." He slurred.

"You have a smelly butt." She smirked.

Her apartment complex was old and had no elevator. So she climbed the six flights of stairs with Soul thrown over her shoulder. She single handedly opened the door to the apartment and kicked it open. Grabbing a towel and throwing him on the floor, she walked over to the bathtub and filled it with warm water. She gently picked him up and set him in the bathtub.

"I'll be back. Try to undress and bathe yourself." She walked into her room to pick out some clothes for him. Leaving it at the base of the door, she went to the kitchen and prepared ramen for them.

"What smells good?" Soul came out in just a towel. Maka shrieked and covered her eyes.

"Why are you without a shirt?!" She yelled, waving her arms frantically.

"There was a shirt?"

"Yes!" She shrieked. "Go put it on!" Soul smirked and walked away to put the shirt and shorts on. "It's ramen." She spoke softly. "Eat up and get some rest. I've laid out a suit for tomorrow, and some sheets to sleep on my couch tonight. If the mirrors make you uncomfortable, controls are by the door." She picked up her phone and laptop, giving Soul a solemn look and walked away. "I'm retiring to bed."

He looked at her puzzled, and didn't know how to react. A woman he had no connection with whatsoever with was helping him. He laid on the sheets and smiled at the comfort. Before he knew it, he was asleep.

The next morning, he woke with a startle, screaming in pain. When Maka came out of the room, she frantically looked through cabinets to find the IV bag and needle.

"I need you to stay still." She asked politely. "I can't help if you move too much." She pushed his shoulder down and held him still with one hand as she injected him with the IV bag and held it up with the other hand. "Shh..." She made soothing noises to let him know he was okay.

"Why are you really helping me?" He asked, calming down. "There's no such thing as a 'Good Samaratin.'"

"I don't know you." She grabbed a coat rack and placed the IV drip on it. "I don't have to explain to you my reasons. What I do know is that I'm getting you clean. And you shouldn't question me. In two to three weeks, you should be fine enough to get yourself a job and an apartment. Don't fall into this abyss again."

"Rehab doesn't take that long."

"This stuffs strong. Medicine has come a long way." She sat down on the coffee table and ran her fingers through her waist-length, blonde hair. Just then, a knock was heard at the door. She walked to the door and knocked back two times. When three knocks came back, she gasped and opened the door as quick as possible. In walked her big brother, Chase Albarn.

"Chase, what're you doing here?" She asked, stepping back a little, a look of fear suddenly spreading across her face.

"Checking up on you." He looked at her face and suddenly became enraged. "What happened to you?" Then he looked over her shoulder and saw the silver haired man gasping for air and the IV drip in his arm. "You!" He shouted, walking over to Soul and grabbing his hair, pulling him up to his level. "What did you do to my sister?" He asked, his voice low and deadly.

"He's like Seth." Maka spoke, her arms folding around her body as if to protect herself. Chase set Soul's head down roughly on the couch and stared at him.

"You're lucky my sister is a guardian angel, otherwise you'd be dead by now." Chase sat on the coffee table and mimicked his sisters earlier motion. "You're really lucky." Chase laughed condescendingly.

Soul became enraged at the condescending tone in Chase's voice and stood up as fast as he could. He lunged over to Maka and pinned her up against the door. "I'll ask you once more," he said, his breath in her nose. "Why did you help me?"

Maka refused to answer, instead, her bottom lip began to tremble slightly. Soul didn't get a chance to press his arm further into her neck before everything went black. Chase pulled out the sedative needle and put it back in his jacket pocket.

Maka muttered under her breath. "You're just like Seth..."

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