A/N: this story is based off a Night Vale tweet,in which agents are assigned to wished, hope you enjoy~
Soul was never really bothered by being alone. He thought that when he moved out of his family's mansion, that maybe, just maybe they would leave him alone. And after six months of non-stop phone calls, impromptu arrivals at his door, and the many, many invitations to garden parties and other posh things, they seemed to take the hint and stopped – well, mostly. Soul liked the peace and quiet of his apartment, he liked the solitary feeling, and he liked not having to deal with the snobbery of everyday life in the Evan's family household.
It wasn't until one night, after late hours at the office with phones ringing continually, women walking with noisy heels clicking down the corridor, and the meaningless small talk with his colleagues, that Soul, when in his house on his own, realised he was lonely. For days after he continued with the same routine, never changing, until two weeks later he came to another epiphany, he had become a creature of habit. And so the days dragged on, day in, and day out the same meaningless thing. Until one night, when the sky was clear, he went to the roof of the building, in his hoodie and his underwear and lay on the cold ground, viewing the stars as they appeared to sparkle in the sky. He lay for quite some time, alone with his thoughts, just as he had grown accustomed to. That night he saw a shooting star, and despite being sceptical, he wished on it. He wished for something new, for something different. For someone different perhaps.
Maka had loved her job. She loved making people happy, seeing the smiles on their faces when wishes came true filled her with so much joy, she knew she had picked the right career, at the start. But after a while the wishes became the same. She knew her father, boss of the WA, was giving her the same type of wish, over and over again. It made her bored, and she hated it. When she walked into her father's roomy office, the bright white of the large space blinded her.
"It represents what we do" he said, "the white, it represents the hope we give the people. You know Maka…Maka are you listening to me?"
She looked up at her papa, a girl only the age of six, being introduced to her future, "yes papa, I am" her high-pitched voice warming her father's heart.
His lips curved up at the corners, "Good, so as I was saying," the tall red head took a seat at his desk, offering Maka the seat in front of it, "the white represents hope, and so does the blue. You know the poetry you love to read?"
Her green eyes danced across the room as she nodded her head.
'Well, poets use blue to represent hope, and granting enough wishes to a person gives them hope, we Wish Agents do that, at whatever cost, and when you grow up, you'll take over the agency, Maka, this office is your future."
She looked up at her papa with large, amazed eyes, and smiled the widest she could manage, "I can't wait papa!" she exclaimed, jumping off her seat and running around the office.
She marched further into the room, the white desk with blue accessories her one and only goal. Her father looked up from the tablet in his hand, "Ah Maka, I have just the one for you, this woman-"
She cut him short by slamming her hand on the table, "Papa, I don't want another silly job! I don't want to give another person the 'job of their dreams'! I don't want to give a child a pet! I'm done with these stupid meaningless wishes that they get bored of after two weeks! I WANT SOMETHING BETTER"
Her father folded his hands on the surface of the desk, "What's with the sudden outburst dear?"
"I'm bored papa, can't you see that?" she sunk down on a pristine white chair and sighed.
"Why? You never expressed this before, why now?" Spirit looked with concern at his daughter, she was so like her mother.
"I realised I'm not making a difference, you're just protecting me, shielding me so I don't turn out like mama." She clenched her hands, staring at them in her lap, she hadn't thought this far.
"I was afraid of this," he blew out a breath and leant over the desk, "Maka, a wish came in last night, a Mr. Soul Evans, he wants different, that is all, you think you can do that?"
Maka looked at her papa, he looked older, tired, and worn in, it wouldn't be long until he retired, she knew it, she shut her eyes and smiled, "yes papa, I won't disappoint" she sprang from her seat, back to the main office, to research as much as possible about this Mr. Soul Evans.