Yo! BBP here! So, what's up? Well this is what's up! A new story! Well, I might not update it as often as When Wrong Things Turn Right since I haven't prepared a next chapter for it but, I'll do my best!
Hopefully, this is just as good as WRTTR since I don't wanna disappoint you all. So, let's get started, shall we?
Summary: When Maka ran away due to her messed-up life and Soul's messed-up path crosses with her, it seems like they both rode a rollercoaster with how messed-up things turned out. Then again, maybe together, they could straighten things up.
Mess-Ups and Turnabouts
Chapter 1: Crossing Paths
"I'm so fed up with you and your lies!" a cream brown-haired girl shouted as she ran away.
"MAKA!" the red-haired man called after his daughter.
This is the sad truth about Maka Albarn's life. Her father, Spirit Albarn, is a man-whore. A total dipshit. While she strives to be the best, her father is busy taking women home. What's worse is that Maka sees this and Spirit acts so nonchalant about it. He'd later on lie, saying that the woman with him was his new secretary. What a messed-up life she has.
"Yeah, right..." Maka said. She's now in some bar. She's eighteen! She can do whatever she pleases. "Secretary..." she raised the glass of a 'lady's drink' to her lips and gulped it straight. "What kind of a fool does he think I am?!" she slammed the glass on the table. "Who changes secretaries almost every day?! And who meets secretaries in the house? To be more specific, the bedroom!" she gritted her teeth as she leaned her forehead against the counter top.
Hiro, Maka's guy bestfriend who works for the Excali-BAR, owned by Hiro's father, shook his head and patted Maka's shoulder. "You really must be so depressed already to start drinking."
Yes, Maka doesn't drink. Didn't, until now that is. This is a situation where she can't find 'rationality' in her mind. All the anger that she's been keeping inside finally burst creating a sober, depressed and tipsy Maka.
"I'm fine! Totally!" she raised her hand to Hiro's face and gave a thumbs up at him. "Now, give me another glass of this thing." Maka showed him the glass which was filled with blue liquid substance earlier.
The blonde guy shook his head in disapproval. "You've had three Maka. That's the maximum I'm going to serve for you." he said, sighing afterwards as Maka made a face.
"Do you regulate the number of drinks you serve to your customers, huh?" she poked his nose since he was now resting his chin on his palm since he's leaning on the counter with his elbow. Hiro shook his head. "See? Then why are you regulating my order? I'm gonna pay, don't worry!" she protested, her words slurred already.
Hiro smirked at her. "I know you could afford even a hundred glasses of these, Maka." he started, looking at the girl opposite him. "I'm regulating because I'm your bestfriend." he patted her head which she immediately avoided.
"I'm going to order from another bar tender then." she scowled.
Hiro took a deep breath and shook his head. "You know what, I'm going to get you home already. I'm calling Blair. Just wait here, I'll get my phone." he said. Blair, Spirit's old friend's daughter who lives with them is considered Maka's 'older sister'. She looks out for Maka all the time. She's 3 years older than Maka and she was left in Spirit's care when she was five. The father never came back though. Spirit and Maka's mother, Kami, were still together by then but since Spirit developed his womanizing habits after a few years, Kami left, leaving Blair and Maka. She still writes to the two 'secretly' though.
If Blair knew that Maka's out drinking, Blair would probably join her ending up more drunk than she is and Maka would end up helping Blair home. It happened so many times already after all so, she got her wallet, left a few bills to pay the drinks and left.
She walked on the empty streets, wobbling. Hiro's gonna have a fit once he finds out she's gone. She's going to her friend, Tsubaki's house. Luckily, she found a taxi parked by the corner of the street. She opened the door and went in. "The..." she almost puked. "...Nakatsukasa Residence. I'll tell you the dire..." but, before Maka could complete her sentense, she was wiped out by the alcohol.
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Learned to drive at such a young age and at the age of 19, he's a professional driver. Left by his parents actually. This was the life he has. But, he's not your ordinary driver. People pay him for delivering "stuff". He has a weird negotiation with clients. He won't care whatever the parcel may be. Drugs, bombs, whatever. He'll just ask the location and drive. He's paid more than what he asks for so, he managed to afford his own apartment. The car though, is a taxi. It was given by the old man he works for before. Said it was to 'repay' his kindness and loyalty. His work is rather 'illegally inclined' but, who would suspect your friendly neighborhood taxi driver? He's just doing what he's told and as promised, he's not involving himself more by opening parcels no matter how much interesting it seems.
"There." he placed the odd-looking box in the mailbox of a big house. He took his phone out. "Done, sir. District 4, 153... Please do... Thank you." Technology is neat. He gets a down payment for his job and a full payment through e-banking. His bank account's gonna have new deposits. He entered his taxi and looked at himself through the side mirror. "Soul Evans, you're a rich, young, helluva cool and handsome, delivery boy." he smirked as he drove away.
He turned up the radio. "I'm sexy and I know it." He sang with it as he ran his hand through his white hair and grinned at the side mirror, showing his sparkly and spiky white teeth. The white hair and spiky teeth are natural. He's not some ordinary handsome young man that you'll be passing by. You'll really look at him because of his albino features which look good on him. Especially, his attractive red eyes.
He admits that he has a messed-up path ahead of him. No one knows what the future holds for him. He eventually might get killed for such a job but, so far so good.
Finally arriving at his destination, he parked in front of his apartment. There he saw a blue haired guy smirking. "Yo, Soul!"
"Black Star." Soul raised his hand and Black Star gave him a high five. "What're you doing here?" he asked.
"Nothing. Just decided to go get some fresh air." Black Star said. He's the grandson of the old man Soul worked for. They're also neighbors. "Your God sees that business is doing well." and yes, that God he's referring to is himself. He could be an air head most of the time.
"You could say that." Soul grinned. Black Star knows about what he does of course. They're like best buds.
Black Star peeked by the taxi window. "Oh. Seems like there's a parcel you didn't deliver." he pointed.
Soul chuckled. "Seriously, I count the parcels I deliver when I get them. I only had one today." He tapped Black Star's back, walking past him to enter the apartment.
"I'm serious, bro." Black Star said.
With that, Soul raised an eyebrow at him and proceeded to look by the window. He peaked through the glass of the back-seat.
There, an ash-blonde girl was lying down.
"AH! WHAT THE HELL?!"
~*~*~To be Continued...~*~*~
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"Where do you live?"
"I won't tell you."
"Then just go home."
"NO!"
