Part 1
Red eyes watched the broken woman silently, internally debating if he should approach, finally all the years of his Mother's gentlemanly upbringing kicked in and he walked over to her, slouched over his hands in the pocket of his dark blue jeans, if only his Mother would see him now, she'd probably have a coronary he thought wryly. He neared her and frowned sniffles drifted up to his ears "You ok?" he asked startling the poor woman he was mesmerized when jade green eyes met his "I've been better." She answered ruefully, without invitation he sat next to her on the black ironed steps of the apartment complex "what's going on?" he queried there was no 'If I may ask' because he truly, to his utter surprise, wanted to know who the bastard was that made her cry "Men are cheaters." She answered firmly there were no and's, if's, or but's just a straight reply backed up by years of confirmation. The white-haired man shook his head "Not all of them." He countered, the woman snorted petite shoulders moved upwards with the sound "I'd like to meet one, all the ones I've known cheat." Soul shook his head again "Maybe it's time for a change." Coral lips upturned into a smile "Maybe." She agreed he returned a jagged smirk he was happy, once again to his utter amazement, that he could get her to smile; it seemed she hadn't smiled in a while. "I'm Soul." He introduces holding out his hand, "I'm Maka." She answered taking his hand. The air was already hot but it didn't warm her as much as when she shook his hand, as if his heat enveloped her, pleasantly not smothering or intense. Days go by, and with them feeling bloom slowly but surely. Nights are spent talking and getting to know one another. He's Soul Evans who recently changed his name to Soul Eater, a cool name for a cool guy he stated with a grin, he played piano, the younger brother of Wes Evans violin prodigy, who works in a music shop to pay bills, drives a motorcycle name Gertrude, and please don't ask how the name came about, who loves sushi, jazz and classical. She's Maka Albarn only child, who spends her time reading, can't play or understand music to save her life, works as an office assistant , drives a Volkswagen Bug, who also liked Chinese food, despite being half Japanese, and dancing in her socks. They delve deeper and deeper going from living in ones shadow to dealing with the aftermath of a broken home. Days to weeks, weeks into months and then they are interrupted she's back with him, promises and pleas fall from seductive lips and she's hooked. Soul hates it, hates him and wishes for the days to go back once again. It becomes a steady beat for them both, heartbreak the biggest loop in the roller coaster that is their relationship? Friendship? Whatever ship this was that kept sinking and resurfacing. He does the unthinkable, in his opinion, he turns to the piano his source for letting all his emotions out, like a poet a musical poet, he lets his fingers say what his lips won't dare because he hurts and nothing NOTHING stops the ache, but this does it stops the madness from taking over because this is all madness and it's consuming Maka had been his buoy, his lifeline but now she was gone, out of reach and he's drowning! In the end she's left hurt and confused, he's confused and angry, her friends beg her, plead with her "Soul is better." Liz chides, her sister and even the gentle Tsubaki agree with her. But she can't leave him, she loves him. "It's not love Maka, believe me." Liz tells her "You'd better be careful though, there's only so much a man can take before he sends everything to the pits of Hell, if you keep doing this you're gonna lose Soul and in the end you'll have neither." Maka looks away sadly "I know." She whispers. Bruises and hand-prints mar he skin and Soul is livid, raised to be a gentleman putting his hands on a woman is out of the question. "He's a coward!" he shouts at her his anger getting the best of him "Maka you need to leave him!" she shakes her head vehemently "No, he won't do it again Soul." Her eyes glaze with unshed tears "he promised." Soul snorts fuming but he curbs his anger aside and uses a gentler tone with his next words "I'd never raise my hands to you," she looks away tears falling incessantly as she hears the honesty in his words but she doesn't want to believe, can't believe because he's told her so many times those same words. Hands cup her face "Leave him," he pleads eyes soft and longing, he doesn't care how uncool he seems because he loves her and she broke down his walls when no one else could he would return the favor even if it killed him, "be with me Maka, I love you." She's heard him admit it more than once, she gazes into red wine eyes, wine bottle eyes encasing them in her own and she nods "I'll be with you Soul." She steps up to him wrapping frail arms around his neck "help me." He wraps his arms around her and holds her noticing how tiny she really is small and tiny helpless like a newborn. But he'd help her because he loved her, not out of pity or just love but because she was (IS) his baby.
AN: This is actually going to be a five-part thing…. I had another idea for this but for some reason (Maybe my ineptness) it came out totally different than I expected but I hope you enjoy it :)