Authors note: Alright here goes nothing, my second fanfiction. Note: Maka and Soul are both sixteen in this fanfic, and for one chapter I'm going to have it in Maka's point of view and another chapter will be from Soul's point of view so I'm going to be switching on an off from them. Also I made Soul have a little brother so that this fanfic could work out. I'm trying to make this a cheesy love story, or something related to it. So let's see how I do? Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Soul Eater.
Maka's Babysitting Service
I quickly finished eating my breakfast and got my shoes on then headed out the door. I've been babysitting a lot to earn money for a new laptop I've been wanting. Papa wouldn't buy me it with his own money because he says that I need to start being more responsible and if I wanted a new laptop I had to buy it with my own money to learn that "money doesn't grow off of trees". To be entirely honest I'm not the type of person that is careful while dealing with electronics. In the past I have ruined my things because I am very clumsy. I've poured any drink you can name onto my belongings. So I guess Papa does have a point.
Recently I've been babysitting a little boy named Henry. He's six years old with shaggy white hair and red eyes. He has a wealthy family, so his parents are always working. His older brother could take care of him but he doesn't because he's always out, and by the time he returns his parents are already home. I haven't actually seen his older brother yet, but he still rubs me the wrong way. He apparently attends the same high school I go to, but I haven't seen anyone that resembles Henry enough to be his older brother. Heck, I don't even know his name yet, but it doesn't matter. Despite all of those things, Henry's parents pay me a good amount of money for babysitting so overall I'm really satisfied with my job.
As I walked towards their house and up the steps I rang the door bell. Henry's mother with white hair and hazel eyes answered the door. She had her hair neatly done into a professional bun, and was wearing a business suit with high heels. She welcomes me with a kind smile and invited me inside. I liked her because she was nice and also because she doesn't just treat me like a guest in her house, but as a family member even though I've been babysitting Henry for about four months.
"Welcome dear! Henry is upstairs in his room getting dressed, I'm sorry to be having you babysit him this early but the office needs me this early today. If you get hungry there is plenty of food in the kitchen, so don't be shy." She said rushing towards the door with a briefcase.
"Thank you Mrs. Evans. If you don't mind me asking wear is Mr. Evans?" I asked.
"Oh. He's just on a business trip, he left last night." She said, and then left.
When she left I walked around in their house for a little while, still blown away of how beautiful their house is. I don't think I can ever get used to it, no matter how many times I babysit here. I was walking up the stairs going to knock on Henry's door to ask what's taking him so long, but before I could he opened the door and saw me.
"Maka!" He said with a bright smile then ran to me wrapping his little arms around my waist. He was wearing a white polo t-shirt with some blue shorts.
"Hey Henry, what do you want to do today?" I said gently with a warm smile while going on one knee to reach his height.
He raised one of his hands and put it on his chin to think. "Hmm… I know! I want to play ball in the backyard with you."
"Okay, sounds like fun! Let's go." I said picking him up on my shoulders to give him a piggy back ride.
When I set him down outside, I unfortunately forgot about the ball. Henry said that it was in his room on his bed so I had to go back inside to get it. When I got the ball I looked around the hallway. I think his older brother's room is right next door. I know I shouldn't look but I really want to. I want to know what kind of guy he is. I gently opened the door as it made a creaking noise; I was seriously hoping he wasn't inside sleeping.
I was relieved when I saw no one inside. His room was a beige color but had posters everywhere. The room was a medium size, so it had enough room for two people. His bed was located at the far right corner where most of his dirty clothes were laying, he left his bed unmade. I had a strange urge to tidy his room because it was messy and needed to be cleaned. I fought back this urge and continued to look around. He had a big stereo near his bed and a computer near his closet. He also had a keyboard piano and a TV which connected to his Xbox console.
Overall he seemed like an average guy, he didn't have any pictures of how he looks now though. The only pictures of him I've seen are baby pictures or when he was a kid. I haven't seen how he looks currently. I decided to leave quickly before Henry decides to sneak up on me wondering why I've been taking so long to get a ball from his room. But before I went back to the back yard I wanted to see the room right next to this room.
I opened the door and glanced at the room. It was much neater than the last room, and had a comfort and timid feel to it. It looks like it's barely in use anymore. Could it be a guest room? Or do they have another sibling that I don't know of? Because this looks like more of a bedroom that someone lives in than a guest room. I looked around some more and saw a lot of musician artwork and I saw a violin on the bed. I looked for about a minute then left to the backyard where Henry was waiting for me.
"Alright Henry! You ready to play ball?" I said smiling, stepping out into the backyard.
"Yeah! Let's play!" He said waiting for me to toss him the ball.
As I tossed him the ball, I was curious on what kind of person his brother actually is so I asked Henry some questions. "Henry, what do you think of your brother?"
"He's never home; he's always out with his friends. But when does spend time with me he's really fun to play with and talk to." He said giving me a cheerful smile.
"Don't you miss him?" I asked.
"All the time…Whenever he's home he just eats and goes to his room to sleep. I try to talk to him but he doesn't like me bothering him." He said with a sad expression while looking towards the ground.
The way he said that got me boiling inside with anger. Who would actually treat their little brother that way? I bet if I try to talk to his brother I can get him to start being a better brother to Henry.
By the time Mrs. Evans came home it was already nine o'clock at night. And despite the time, their other son was still not home. He comes home this late every day? Mrs. Evans sat down her things and thanked me for taking care of Henry for her. Then she invited me to stay and have dinner. Realizing that this would be the perfect opportunity to finally get to see their son that is never home; I quickly accepted her offer. I'm sure Papa wouldn't mind if I came home a little late tonight.
As I helped set the dinner table I heard the front door close. He's home. I get to finally see what he looks like! This is so thrilling!
"Mom, Henry! I'm home. What's for dinner?" I heard him say as he was walking towards the dining area.
"Who's she?" He questioned. As I turned around he was standing right behind me, pointing.
"Soul dear, you know it's rude to point. She is Henry's babysitter. She's going to be having dinner with us." Mrs. Evans explained.
So this is Henry's older brother? Well he's definitely not what I was expecting. He's actually rather cut. Wait, scratch that- REALLY cute. When I actually examined him, his hair was white (A/N: I couldn't really describe Soul's hair in great detail, so I kind of skipped it. Sorry!) And he had crimson eyes just like his father and his brother, and he was wearing a black hair band. It looked good on him. He was also wearing a black leather jacket with an orange shirt. His pants were skinny jeans and had a light gray color to them.
Mrs. Evans put the dinner on the table and all of us sat down and started to eat. It was silent for about five minutes until Mrs. Evans started to talk.
"So how was your day Soul?" She questioned him.
"It was alright. I was out playing basketball with my friends Blackstar and Kid." He said while taking a bite of turkey into his mouth.
"That's good honey. Have you been practicing the piano?" She asked.
He gave her a sigh and glared at her for a second. "No. I've told you mom. I'm not as good of a musician as Wes. Now can't you just let me be myself and let me be a weapon?"
I gasped to myself. I'm not the kind of person that butts in peoples conversations, but I couldn't help myself. "Who's Wes?" I asked.
"He's my older brother. We don't really talk about him. He left our household to go pursuit his dream as a master violinist." Soul explained, turning to the direction I was at.
"Oh. I quietly said to myself.
As we were finishing up dinner I noticed that Soul kept on eyeing me. I couldn't see him doing it directly because I was watching him do it from the corner of my eye. The next time he took a glance at me I quickly turned my head towards him. To my surprise, it looked like he gave me a slight blush. Him and I were gazing into each other's eyes for a few seconds, and then looked away. What just happened?
I noticed that it was getting late and said my goodbyes. Mrs. Evans was concerned about me, insisting that Soul should be the one walking me home, because the streets can be dangerous this late at night. Soul agreed to his mother's idea and walked me home. I've got to admit that it was a bit awkward but he soon started a conversation.
"So… I never did know your name." He said.
"Oh. That's right, sorry. I'm Maka Albarn." I said to him with a grin.
"Maka Albarn huh? Well it's nice to meet you. What high school do you go to?" He questioned.
"I attend Shibusen. I've heard from your little brother that you go to the same school I do. So are you a junior as well?" I asked.
"Yeah, I've seen you around school actually; I just wanted to make sure that's why I asked." He said with his hands in his pockets. He then mumbled something I couldn't hear because he said it really quietly.
"Well my place is right here, thanks again for walking me home. I appreciate it." I gave him a warming smile then an unexpected hug.
"Um, no problem. A cool guy like me is used to gratitude from cute girls." He said with a smirk, crossing his arms and avoiding eye contact with me.
Did a gorgeous guy really call a girl like me cute? I chuckled. "Ha-ha, right. Well bye Soul." I turned around and left. I really hope I get to see him around school; I would love to get to know him better. His soul wavelength and mine seemed like they're connected in some way.
Author's Note: Tell me if you guys like the story so far, I'll update soon. The next chapter will be in Soul's POV. Don't forget to review! Thanks for reading.