Hey guys! this is my first time writing and I hope that you enjoy it, I know its bad but I still hope that you enjoy it as much as I did!
Tired green eyes stared up at the white ceiling, blinking back sleep as a loud alarm blared throughout her room. She looked over at the object next to her with a mild distaste as she focused in on the flashing numbers. 6:45. She had to leave soon but something was holding her back, a sudden sense of dread washing over her body but she quickly ignored it, instead choosing to smack the alarm with such force she momentarily though that it was broke. She started to climb out of bed at a leisurely pace, not once thinking about how she will be late to work if she didn't move faster. Dragging her feet on the floor, she made her way to her mundane bathroom, the bright white of the walls blinding her for a split second until her eyes adjusted. Splashing her face with the cool water was what seemed to wake her up, she looked into the mirror at her reflection, large doe like eyes started back at her, the last hints of sleep now fading away. Her long ash blonde hair was tangled and sticking up in more than one place. This was just another average day for hardworking Maka Albarn. Being at the young age of 22, she was still attending university where she studied psychology and criminology. She was your average student, going to university each day and working as much as she can in her part time job, trying to earn as much money as she can, but there is more to Maka than meets the eye.
Since the young age of 10 she has been able to see something out of the ordinary, nothing of the paranormal sort, she didn't believe in that stuff anyway, but weird things like numbers and other statistics that float over a person whenever they are near her. For a few years she thought that it was just a normal occurrence and that it applied to everybody, that is until she mentioned it to a close friend when she was 14 and insisted that it was there, only to hear a week later that most of her classmates thought that she was insane. After that she just decided to stay away and keep herself to herself, I mean she wanted friends but she couldn't go through the hurt that she experienced the first time again. One guy though just wouldn't leave her alone, he was jealous of the attention that she got from the rumours (even though he won't admit that he is) so he started to follow her around, she ignored him at first, thinking that he was just some creep, but eventually realised that Blake Barret, or Black*star as he liked to be called, was actually a pretty good guy, albeit he was loud and obnoxious at times. They got along well as they were both social outcasts, Blake was known well around school for being a hot head who got into fights quite often, people eventually got scared and backed off. Blakes number was 6.
She never understood what the numbers she saw stood for, that is until she met Tsubaki Nakatsukasa. She was a sweet japanese girl who had moved to the States in search for a new start away from japan. Tsubaki was such a kind hearted soul that took Maka for what she was and never expected anything from her. They became fast friends and she was introduced to Blake soon after, they were infatuated with each other at first sight, well Blake was anyway if the drool hanging from the corner of his mouth was any indication. Tsubaki had a number of only 1. Maka eventually came to the conclusion that it shows how violent or dangerous a person was, seeing as Blakes was so high and Tsubaki's was so low as she wouldn't even hurt a fly.
After all these years they are still so close to each other. Maka reminisces as she ties her hair up into a high ponytail, just falling below her shoulder blades. After she finished brushing her teeth she exits the bathroom and makes her way back to her room. She ends up outside her closet where she pulls out a white blouse and a tight blue pencil skirt. She stares at the skirt in contemplation before shaking her head and pulling it on. She hates working on a Saturday, it was meant to be her day off but her boss asked her to come in as there was a new employee that she was tasked with introducing him to the job. Why he needed it to be done on a Saturday she will never understand.
Grumbling to herself, she pulls on her patent high heeled shoes, wincing when her toes became compact within the tight shoe. Checking herself in her hallway mirror one last time, she picked up her keys and departed from her cosy little apartment. The busy streets of New York were complete chaos with people rushing to get into taxis, running to the underground and just general sightseers that didn't have to worry about making it to work on time but holding up the people that did. She walks for about 5 minutes before she is fed up with the pushing, shoving and rudeness of the population before she decides to just get a driver had a number 7 materialise over his head and a sense of fear washed over her. Was he a bad driver? Was she going to die? What if something happened to her? Similar thoughts passed through her head over the period of the journey. The ride was just as hectic as citizens ran out in the road without a care in the world, they actually almost hit someone. She doesn't feel safe until she has her feet planted on the solid ground located outside of her work building, after paying the fee and biding the driver farewell she enters the looming building, relieved that she actually made it there on time.
She entered the grand reception, her heels clacking on the polished marble floors. She swore she could almost see her reflection. She made her way over to the large mahogany desk parallel to the doors and placed her bag on her desk, took her coat off and sat down. She wasn't sure when the new comer would arrive or if he was already here so she decided to just wait there until she was informed otherwise. Not 10 minutes later did a co-worker of hers come bounding around the corner with a cup of steaming coffee in her hands, her bright pink hair an eyesore this early in the morning. "He's already here, you know."
"Good morning to you too, Kim" Kim was always quite blunt with her words but Maka knew that she didn't mean it in a nasty way and that was just her nature. "I don't see him anywhere, are you sure he is here?"
Kim gave her an exhausted look, "Yes I'm sure he's here, he's the guy sitting over there, oh and also he's like, super hot. Got like a mysterious vibe about him." Kim pointed in the direction he was sitting, Maka following her finger, letting her eyes rest on a head of white hair. She was confused at first. Why would kim find an old man hot? Is it her new thing? She must just be after his pension. She gave an amused huff and that and started to walk closer to the man sitting near the large glass windows of the reception. "Excuse me sir? My name is Maka Albarn and I'm here to show you around the building and…" She stopped speaking when the man started to turn at the sound of her voice. Their eyes met and a lump in her throat started to materialize. This was NOT an old man. Before her sat a young man, not much older than she, with a mop of pristine white hair that stood out against the golden tan that adorned his well built body. Her eyes were locked on his eyes which were deep pools of merlot red. She was able to glance a quick look at his aristocratic face, his high cheekbones and thin nose making his face more attractive than it already was, the small amount of stubble resting on the lower part of his face adding a more rugged handsome appearance. He smirked at her gobsmacked expression, showcasing two rows of pearly white..shark teeth? Whatever they were they suited him well and honestly, he was a sexy man, if Maka said so herself. A smile started to spread across her face when something caught her attention, she looked up and saw his number. The number 10 was floating innocently over his looming figure even though the implication of said number was the complete opposite. She's never seen someone with the highest number before! "The names Soul Evans, nice to meet you." He was still smirking yet it somehow looked a little bit more sinister than before. She knew this situation was bad but she just couldn't walk away. She would later learn how this one small action changed her life forever.
PHEW! First chapter over! this took so long to write and its not even a lengthy chapter :'( I respect other writers so much for doing this all the time, you are so cool! anyway I hope that you enjoyed this and please leave me a review, I want to improve!