Broken Dreams
Chapter One;; Introduction
Summary/ To Maka, the streets were the only thing she knew. To Soul, the life of the wealthy was the only thing he knew. Some say destiny works in strange ways; this may be one of them.
Disclaimer/ I do not own Soul Eater. I only own the plot of this story.
The streets were dimmer than what she'd remembered. The past few days work had been a bit slow, Maka hadn't been able to drag in as many people as she used to be able to. Tan stones were supporting her back as the ivory skinned girl leaned back against them, watching the cars past. Her clothes were a bit better than what other people she'd known wear, consisting of a low V shirt ( tank top included ), jean shorts, and tennis shoes. From what she'd seen, some people of her profession wore more rags than anything, as if their bosses didn't really give a damn about what they wore- just so long as the money was coming in at a steady rate.
Maka thought of her as lucky, though corrupted at a young age, she was still doing well. Her Father, Spirit, was too busy chasing around women that would be a good fit for a new mother than really caring about what his daughter did anymore; he finally got the clue that Maka wanted nothing to do with him any longer and gave up. Her Mother was still nowhere to be found, the disappearance doing little to really stop Maka from her destined future.
She wasn't like most other prostitutes, sucked into this profession at a young age as a way to get back at their dads for 'not caring' anymore. It wasn't because she was bored with her home life and was looking for something to get herself more attention. Hell, it wasn't even because she was forced into it by some traumatizing event that happened to change her life forever. The sandy-blonde girl knew that she took up this job by choice, be that choice rather stupid she knew not, nor did she care. With her parents out of her life, she had no real role-model to look up to, and therefore, she ended up doing the wrong things in life.
This was the only way a seventeen year old girl was going to pay off the debts she owed to the man. Ugh, that man disgusted her. Everyone called him 'Daddy S.' for lack of his actual name, Franken Stein. Why was she working under him? Well, turns out her mother had left quite a few unfinished businesses with the man, and that ended up passing down to her when her mother left. Spirit was doing his best to keep his Maka out of it, but that obviously didn't work out too well, seeing as how she turned into 'that corner working hooker down the street'.
A car pulled up, pausing in front of her as Maka took out a cigarette box. All the professionals used these things, although Maka looked at them with practical disgust. Just so long as she held it in her mouth, it made her look, as Stein put it, alluring and mysterious. How about disgusting and lifeless? A frown was painted on her face as Maka tried not to gag as the taste of the tobacco entered her mouth. 'Just don't light it,' she thought as it just perkily sat on the edge of her lips.
The car in front of her honked his horn, signaling that the green-eyed girl had a job to do at last, and she pushed herself from the wall, stumbling over to the rolling down window. "You looking for a good time?" Maka had rehearsed this so many times that it came naturally now, the phrase flowing out on cue, her body going on auto pilot.
There was one thing that always made her wary. This business that Maka worked in, it was a shady one. More than once she'd heard of prostitutes like her become abducted and such, sometimes getting out alive and sometimes found dead in a ditch. Having a door between the two was something that was a bit uncomfortable, but something she'd have to put aside if she wanted food on the table tonight. The man smiled, kind of a cocky smile with the edge of creepy that would normally scream for her to get out except that Maka was forced to ignore it. "Get in the car." He muttered, a click of the locks signaling that it was time for her to work her 'charm', yet another term that Stein used rather frequently for his 'girls'.
Maka nodded and stumbled over to other side, passenger seat, and slid in. He watched, that mixture of creepy and cocky smile never leaving his face as he watched her like some predator. Her guy feeling said that this guy was just another one of those people whose wife couldn't satisfy him enough. Thankfully, Maka wasn't going to sell her body off unless this rather poor-looking guy had the money. He took off, driving down the street, looking for the right place to do this in. "Fifty for a quickie, hundred fifty if you're actually wanting to get off." This whole thing was disgusting. The phrase 'what would your father say?' kept bouncing around in her head as she continued. 'He'd say I was doing the wrong thing.'
The man pulled into an abandoned parking lot, just behind a building. He pulled out a fifty dollar bill, Maka was actually surprised he could afford that but she didn't dwell on that long as her body continued its auto pilot going. Her arm stretched out, plucking the money from his rather large hands. Then she folded it up, and slid it down into her bra. Anyone would have to have a lot of nerve to retrieve that money. She'd break their hand in an instant.
In one quick swoop, the man had his zipper down, waiting for her to go on. Maka bent her body across into the other seat, and hoped that this would go on to be a lot quicker than others.
A/N/ I really did enjoy starting this story. Maka is obviously having a hard day oh god the pun. But where is Soul? B] Just wait a little longer, he'll make an appearance quite a few times after this chapter, and so will Death, Black Star, Tsubaki. . . All of them ~ Just be patient. I got the idea of this story by listening to a Hollywood Undead song, I think it was Apologize, while in the car for three hours. I'll be updating this at least once every week unless I state otherwise. By the way, reviews = more chapters, and if I get nice reviews, I might even put in lemons ~ Who knows?